Unique Job Skill: Weakness Gaze

A moment later, the crowd's uproar suddenly exploded.

"Damn, match-fixing!!!"

"They're throwing the match, aren't the organizers doing anything about it!?"

"..."

In their eyes, the two of them exchanged just a single move, and the other guy looked like he just walked up to deliver himself on a silver platter; hitting people with a finger was one thing.

To go down from a single punch, this was outright match-fixing!!!

Yet others who understood the situation a little better were watching Fang Qingyu with shock right now.

He instantly killed a martial arts school's formal disciple with a single punch.

What on earth kind of person was this!?

In truth, Fang Qingyu wasn't feeling great right now either.

Clutching his chest as he sat on the ground, he felt spasms rolling through his chest.

It was extremely uncomfortable.

Fortunately, before going on stage, Fang Qingyu had already considered that his opponent might have learned martial arts techniques.

That was why he activated Bloodrage in time and blasted out a punch.

With that punch, even if the opponent wasn't seriously hurt, he would at least have backed away.

When the time came, the situation being unfavorable, he could also concede defeat.

However, Fang Qingyu hadn't expected that after throwing a single punch, his opponent ended up in an even worse state than him.

He was clutching his chest and unable to climb back up.

It seemed the guy still suffered too little hardship and lacked any real impact-resistance.

When the countdown ended, the medical staff came on stage in a timely manner.

It was obvious to everyone that both of them were injured.

"The winner, Fang Qing!"

The referee had just announced Fang Qingyu's victory and walked over, wanting to raise his hand.

Fang Qingyu suddenly felt a wave of weakness wash through his body, and he directly went with the flow and lay down on a nearby stretcher.

Facing the sky-full of curses and insults, he was carried off.

Inside the medical room.

Fang Qingyu stated on the stretcher that he was fine and that applying some medicinal ointment would do the trick.

Then, he slowly sat up and looked toward the other person on the other side who had taken a punch from him.

"His ribs are just broken, nothing major."

The doctor noticed his gaze and spoke up.

"Good."

Fang Qingyu nodded.

The thoroughly pleasant atmosphere in the martial arts school had led him to view other martial arts schools through a filtered lens as well.

Even so, it hadn't reached the point of wanting to beat the guy to death.

However, having activated Bloodrage at the time, he truly lost control of himself a little bit.

He hadn't even clearly seen where he struck.

Slowly standing up, he walked out the door.

The weakness within his body continuously eroded Fang Qingyu's consciousness.

This was the aftereffect of Bloodrage.

Fortunately, he had considered various consequences beforehand, and the current outcome was already considered quite acceptable.

"How is it? Are you okay?"

Just as he walked out the door, Lu Chen strode over from not far away and asked with concern.

"I'm fine, small issue."

Fang Qingyu smiled.

"Hah, you were really something tonight. Seven consecutive wins in a rookie's very first fight, you almost broke a record."

Lu Chen assumed Fang Qingyu was just exhausted from overexertion and proactively supported his shoulder as they walked outside.

"My luck was a bit better."

Fang Qingyu thought for a moment and spoke truthfully.

Tonight, apart from that martial arts apprentice, the other opponents were truly not that great.

Judging from the past few nights, the intensity was the lowest.

Otherwise, if he ran into someone with similar punch power, it wouldn't have been possible for him to win every single match so easily.

"Luck is also a part of strength."

Lu Chen supported Fang Qingyu back to the security room, finalized the definition of tonight's events, and then picked up his phone to make a call.

* * *

"Just sit and rest for a bit, your bonus will be delivered right away."

"Okay."

Hearing this, Fang Qingyu leaned against the sofa and closed his eyes to rest.

In reality, he was opening the illustrated manual.

He flipped to the third page.

Congratulations on successfully unlocking the "Mixed Martial Arts Athlete" job!

Congratulations on acquiring the unique job skill "Weakness Gaze"!

After defeating the fifth person, he was already just a hair's breadth of experience away from activating it.

The martial arts apprentice had delivered the final stepping stone.

The skill brought by unlocking the job this time was completely different from all the previous ones.

Fang Qingyu placed his consciousness upon it.

It didn't take long for him to understand why this job possessed only a single skill.

This job was exceptionally unique.

The sport of mixed martial arts itself encompassed all sorts of fighters, such as boxers, Muay Thai Fighters, judoka, and so on.

These jobs were the foundation of combat.

Meanwhile, a Mixed Martial Arts Athlete felt more like a status or identity.

Therefore, it only possessed a single innate skill.

Yet it was intricately tied to combat!!

Unique Job Skill: Weakness Gaze (enhances dynamic vision, predicts aggressive intent through micro-expressions and center of gravity shifts)

Good stuff!!

It wasn't in vain that he went and threw out a wave of taunts tonight either.

This skill wasn't opened for nothing.

If he superimposed the state of the breathing technique on top of it, the effect would likely be even better!

Knock, knock~

The office door was knocked on.

Fang Qingyu also opened his eyes to look at the newcomer; it was his colleague, one of the security guards.

"Brother Chen, Brother Fang."

After entering, the newcomer first greeted Lu Chen, but immediately turned to Fang Qingyu, nodding and bowing as he offered greetings.

This was the first time Fang Qingyu was being called "brother."

After all, at eighteen years of age, stepping out into society meant most people were older than him.

Even so, he promptly nodded with calm composure and accepted it.

"This is Brother Fang's bonus for tonight."

Afterward, the man placed a heavy, large black bag on the table and spoke.

"Alright, you can head out first."

Lu Chen waved his hand with satisfaction.

The cash issued to competitors here was always handled this way, as it carried a much stronger visual impact.

"Today you successfully leaped the ring, and you had six consecutive wins, totaling a reward of 200,000. Do you want to count it?"

Lu Chen picked up the bag, walked over with a smile, and placed it beside Fang Qingyu.

Counting it was unnecessary.

Fang Qingyu merely glanced at it; the twenty bundles of cash were clear at a glance.

"Then I'll head out first, Brother Chen."

Tonight's second goal had been secured, so he didn't plan on lingering.

The feeling of weakness was exceptionally agonizing.

"Alright, if you need anything, you can give me a call."

Changing his usual demeanor and appearing even more enthusiastic than before, Lu Chen saw Fang Qingyu out of the office.

Once the person left, Lu Chen immediately returned to the front of the computer.

He looked at Fang Qingyu's slightly reddish skin in the video footage.

"Could this be... martial arts techniques??"

"Hoo—"

The cool evening breeze blew by, letting Fang Qingyu perk up just a little bit.

He straddled his electric scooter and slowly drove toward home.

Tonight's harvest was abundantly generous beyond expectations.

Aside from the new job and new skill, there was also a hefty cash bonus.

Two hundred thousand—to speak realistically, it was a sum of money that many people who had just graduated from college couldn't earn for a very long time.

It could buy a car. It could pay a down payment in a small city.

Yet for Fang Qingyu, it meant twenty days of all-inclusive clubbing!

The electric scooter traveled slowly down the major street.

Fang Qingyu didn't rush to the bank to deposit the money.

The concept that nights were not entirely safe, having been driven home through repeated reminders, had to be kept in mind.

Arriving back home.

Fang Qingyu took a shower and lay down on the bed.

He opened the illustrated manual.

In his current state, he couldn't go grind fitness skills.

He wondered if attribute points could alter this weak state.

He applied the attribute points to his currently lowest stat: strength.

Strength: 12.6 → 13.6

The familiar warm current appeared once more.

Yet after the warm current faded, that weakness washed over him again.

Fine.

It seemed he would have to honestly lie down for a day.

Fang Qingyu helplessly closed his eyes; not training for a single day really felt a bit unhabitual.

However, it also happened to follow Instructor Qin's advice.

Rest for a day.

It would just happen to let his body recover.

Actually, tonight was still a blood profit; at least he tested out the intensity of Bloodrage.

Otherwise, just what that phrase "increases all attributes by 5%" meant in terms of true strength left him without any concept.

Only after having used it.

Could he clearly understand the terrifying nature of the Bloodrage skill.

That hasty punch was at least 180 kilograms and upward!