Making Up for Qing Chen's Shortcomings

"Huang Zixian was beaten to tears because of your Knight True Qi, right?" Li Shutong asked.

"Yes," Qing Chen nodded.

Li Shutong remarked, "Your true energy is a bit too much for the eyes."

Qing Chen said, "It's fortunate that you reminded me before I started fighting, otherwise I wouldn't have realized that I had this advantage. Master, I'd like to know what the effects of the other knights' true energy are? Are there any like mine?"

Li Shutong said, "The Knight True Qi is diverse, but there are really no two of them. Your senior uncle's is nauseating, your grandmaster's is electric, and your second grandmaster's... is to make people feel like they like him."

"Wait!" Qing Chen looked at his master in utter shock. "Why is Second Master's Knight True Qi so domineering?"

"I don't know either," Li Shutong sighed. "In actual combat, his Knight True Qi was quite effective, able to lower the morale of his opponents. We were fighting to the death when suddenly we couldn't bring ourselves to strike."

"From this perspective, Master, your true energy is already considered relatively proper," Qing Chen remarked.

"Of course, not everyone's Knight True Qi is beneficial in battle," Li Shutong said. "There was a knight senior whose aura could create the illusion of excitement in people, so when the senior first infused his Knight True Qi into an enemy, he was hit particularly hard."

Qing Chen was stunned.

However, Li Shutong then said, "In the Knight Organization, no one has ever had their true qi effect repeat the same as someone else's, except for yours."

Qing Chen asked in confusion, "Me? Could it be that the Knight Organization has ever possessed true energy capable of moving people to tears?"

"Yes," Li Shutong nodded.

"Are there any other senior colleagues like that?"

"The founder of the Knight Organization is the one who carved the words 'Forever Young' on the Green Mountain Cliff," Li Shutong said, then stood up. "Get some rest. Your master is going out to take care of some business. You probably won't see me for the next day. I'll take you back to Prison No. 18 on Sunday morning."

"Hmm," Qing Chen asked, "Master, can I go to the boxing gym by myself?"

"Of course you can, and that's the place you should be going right now," Li Shutong said. "Once you can defeat Tigerweight opponent without using Knight True Qi, you can start thinking about your next Life and Death Trial."

Countdown: 40:00:00.

At eight o'clock in the morning, there was a knock on the door.

Qing Chen got out of bed in a daze. As he stood up, all the injuries on his body began to tear at him, as if his whole body was about to split apart.

But he didn't utter a sound, only slowly moving to the door. "Who is it?"

Yang Yang's voice rang out. "It's me! Let's go to school together!"

"Um..." Qing Chen hesitated for a moment, "I have something to do today, so I won't go to school. You guys go ahead."

Yang Yang and Zheng Yi, who were outside the door, exchanged a glance, feeling somewhat strange.

Yang Yang asked, "What's wrong with your voice? It sounds a bit off."

At this moment, half of Qing Chen's face was swollen like a loaf of bread, and his speech was a bit lisping, so it certainly didn't sound quite right.

The reason he didn't go to school was because he was afraid his classmates would see him looking like this.

Moreover, he was indeed having difficulty moving around today, and even the slightest movement caused him pain.

Qing Chen is a very strong person; even though he was in pain, he didn't utter a sound.

But being strong doesn't mean he has to go to school despite his injuries. That's not being strong, that's being foolish.

Qing Chen thought for a moment and said, "I'm fine. You guys hurry up and go to school, or you'll be late."

"Okay," Yang Yang, pulling Zheng Yi's hand as they walked toward the elevator.

The two girls boarded the light rail on the 66th floor. Zheng Yi whispered, "Aren't you worried about Qing Chen? I feel like something's wrong with him."

"It's okay," Yang Yang said, covering for Qing Chen. "He's probably just not fully awake. He used to skip classes."

Yang Yang had already determined that Qing Chen was injured, but she couldn't figure out how he had gotten hurt.

Two girls stood in the crowded train. There was always a force field surrounding Yang Yang, and anyone who tried to get close would be invisibly pushed away, just like two magnets with the same poles that could never get close.

Silver-haired girl Zheng Yi held onto the light rail handrail with one hand and pulled her small handbag with the other. She watched the light rail pass through the air and shuttle between one building after another, and for some reason, she felt exceptionally happy.

Perhaps it was because her financial burdens had lessened considerably, or perhaps it was because she, who was somewhat withdrawn, had made a new friend.

At this moment, Yang Yang asked, "Zheng Yi, I saw a civilian stun gun in your bag yesterday. Do you usually carry one with you?"

"Yes," Zheng Yi nodded, "My home is in the District 9. I have to be careful every time I go back on the weekend. If something happens there, even if I call the police, it will be two hours before they arrive at the scene."

"So slow?" Yang Yang frowned.

"Yes," Zheng Yi nodded, "Mom said that the federal police are afraid there are guns at the crime scene. If they arrive too soon, they might get shot. If they arrive later, they can clean up the mess after the case is over. People's lives in District 9 are worthless."

Yang Yang looked out the window. It was a city that looked very beautiful, with buildings that seemed to stand in a fairyland, but life at the bottom was so hard.

Last night, she accidentally opened Zheng Yi's refrigerator and found only the cheapest protein bars inside, and the cheapest multivitamins on the table.

At that moment Yang Yang understood why Zheng Yi had to study so hard. It was the last effort that people at the bottom of society could make; they could only change their fate through knowledge.

Upon arriving at school, Yang Yang suddenly noticed that the students in Class 3 of the second year of high school were whispering among themselves. However, when she and Zheng Yi entered the classroom, everyone stopped their discussion and looked at her.

Curious, she asked a male classmate, "What's wrong?"

"Last night, two classmates went to watch the boxing match with their cousin, and they found that the transfer student you know so well was actually in the boxing ring," the male classmate said in a low voice. "They said that Qing Chen has a nickname at Begonia Boxing Gym, Qing Xiao Tu. Last night, he was assigned to the Tigerweight for the first time as a newcomer."

The underground boxing matches in the Octagon Cage, where life and death can be decided, are not considered mainstream, but many people in the Federation enjoy watching them, especially teenagers.

The male student looked at Yang Yang curiously. "Didn't you two walk home together yesterday? Didn't you know?"

"I really don't know," Yang Yang replied.

The student who watched the boxing match live said excitedly, "I saw Qing Chen go into the qualifying match yesterday. He was taking a beating at first, but then he became incredibly fierce. However, after reaching the Tigerweight, Qing Chen seemed to have a hard time keeping up. He was pinned down by Huang Zixian for more than ten minutes before he managed to turn the tide."

Yang Yang nodded, then she knew why Qing Chen hadn't come to school today.

To be honest, she had also watched underground boxing matches. There were hundreds of underground boxing arenas in the entire City No. 18, and each one was more brutal than the last. Qing Chen must be covered in bruises by now.

Another male classmate who was present last night continued, "Qing Chen didn't struggle at all, okay? I think that was the most exciting boxing match last night. You guys don't know, Qing Chen initially had a hard time adapting to the Tigerweight pace, getting pushed to the edge of the Octagon Cage. But then, I don't know how, he suddenly unleashed his fighting spirit, using a style of trading blows, even risking his life, forcing that old champion to hold his own. In the end, he even made his opponent cry!"

At this moment, Qing Chen was lying on the sofa with his eyes closed, resting. He was unaware that a discussion about him was taking place in the class.

Qing Chen knew that Li Shutong brought him to the boxing ring so that he could digest the power he had gained in actual combat.

Each knight's promotion is a skip-level promotion, so they must go through a process of getting to know themselves.

It's like a child suddenly receiving ten million, but he only knows that ten million can buy lollipops, but he doesn't know that ten million can also be used to buy houses, cars, and RVs.

Moreover, Qing Chen is different from those who have been trained for a long time; the training he received was only during the short period of time that Ye Wan hastily taught him.

Therefore, he needs to constantly review, observe, and learn, which is also what he excels at.

Every day, fierce battles take place in the boxing gym, and the boxers are among the most skilled in combat techniques. That's why knights of all ages hone their skills there.

Just as Li Shutong said before he left, "Once you defeat the Tigerweight boxer without using your Knight True Qi, you can start thinking about the next Life and Death Trial."

This means that Qing Chen should learn the best fighting techniques from the best underground boxers in the best boxing gym in the Fourth District.

By then, he will no longer be a fool who only has power.

With that thought in mind, Qing Chen finished his review for the day and picked up his phone to make a call, "Hello, this is Qing Xiao Tu. Could you send the nanny van to pick me up?"

Jiang Xiaotang's laughter came from the other end of the phone. "Okay, I'll arrange it for you right away. You're a rising star in our gym right now, so you can come whenever you want. Let me see, the address your father left is Luoshen Building, right?"

"Yes, it's the Luoshen Building. Thank you," Qing Chen, hanging up the phone.

He was puzzled. Logically, shouldn't such a call be answered by the gym staff? Why was it being called directly to the gym owner's phone?

The van arrived quickly. Qing Chen sat in the luxurious van and found that fruit and refreshments had been prepared for him on the table next to his seat.

The black van drove through the vast and intricate city, as if navigating a maze.

Several tens of minutes later, the van drove directly into the back door of the boxing gym, but Qing Chen was stunned the moment he opened the door.

Huang Zixian sat quietly in his wheelchair, waiting. When Qing Chen got out of the car, he struggled to stand up.

Qing Chen looked him over.

The other person's injuries were more severe than his; his left arm was dangling, and it appeared that his bones were damaged.

Qing Chen found it strange that the other party, who was so badly injured, not only didn't An Xin recovering but also came all the way to wait for him.

Huang Zixian pushed away his assistant who tried to help him with his right hand, then bowed to Qing Chen: "Boss Jiang told me you were coming, so I came out from the hospital next door to wait here, just wanted to say thank you."

Qing Chen shook his head and said, "Actually, there's no need. You were already incapable of fighting at that time, so I had no reason to kill you."

Huang Zixian shook his head. "The others in the Octagon Cage may not be as kind as you. Maybe you don't often come to places like boxing gyms or watch underground fights, so you don't know how brutal the Octagon Cage is. But I know very well what kind of place this is, and I thank you on behalf of my wife and children. If I had died yesterday, they would have suffered terribly."

Before Qing Chen could say anything, Huang Zixian continued, "My gratitude is sincere. I may not be able to express more concrete sincerity now, but time will tell. I owe you my life. I will arrange things at home as soon as possible, and I can repay you with this life at any time."

Qing Chen looked at Huang Zixian, whose eyes were extremely serious.

On the boxing ring, they are opponents, but off the ring, they are all living, breathing human beings. They have wives, children, and relatives; they joke and drink.

Qing Chen had not investigated what kind of person the other party was before, but at this moment, he could feel the power and personality of the Tigerweight Boxing Champion from him.

Qing Chen was silent for a moment. "Alright, I'll remember this favor you owe me."

Thank you to Fourth Brother and Ten Bamboo for becoming new allies of this book. Thank you, boss, you are so generous.

Let me explain why there's only one chapter today. Ren Xiaosu has been having nightmares these past two nights, and I'm so scared that I can't sleep. Last night, I was woken up seven or eight times by the nightmares, so I'm not really in the zone today. I wrote a lot, but I deleted most of it, so that's all for today.

I will make up for today's update tomorrow.