Chapter 50 Road to World Champion?
Begin!
The coach signaled for the sparring to begin, and Miyato and I circled each other in the ring.
Miyato quickly employed his footwork, shifting his feet and faking punches, but he refrained from actually throwing any after recognizing that my form was not to be underestimated. Now, I understood that I should have been anxious in this type of physical confrontation, but I had a plan in mind that I believed would surely work.
As he continued to dance around the ring, I bided my time, waiting for the perfect moment to execute my plan. My enhanced cognitive intuition and intense concentration allowed me to analyze his movements with precision, searching for any opening.
All eyes were fixated on the ring, and you could feel the anticipation. They were all thinking that this would be an epic fight, a clash between the former prodigy of the gym turned undefeated champion and me, the newcomer considered a boxing genius. The pressure was mounting, and the weight of expectations hung heavy in the air.
"I'm going to use my right hand to punch you in the head, so you need to block it," I spoke, faking a punch.
[Suggestion : Succeed ]
As I executed my cheat skill, to everyone surprise, Miyato instinctively covered his head, leaving an unexpected opening in his stomach.
"Idiot"
Without hesitation, I shifted my stance and unleashed a lightning-fast left hook, aiming for that exposed midsection.
*BAM!
The punch landed with precision, and a gasp of shock rippled through the crowd as Miyato grunted in pain. His eyes widened in shock, and his brows furrowed in pain. His mouth opened slightly, but no words came out as he emitted a low, involuntary grunt.
'Sucker. Do you think I will play fair?' I thought to myself, a sly grin crossing my face.
As a pro boxer, Miyato had instinctively lowered his guard toward me, making my suggestion work. Besides, me telling my attack plan was not an absurd or illogical command, so my chances of success were further increased because of this.
It was as if I were playing a psychological game with Miyato, trying to trick him into believing that he had two options: to believe or not to believe. That 50/50 chance was further influenced by my suggestion skill, making the mind game even more lethal. n-.o/)v-)e-(l(-b)(1-/n
"Now, I'm going to hit you in your chin, so you better use both of your hands to block it," I spoke with confidence.
[Suggestion : Succeed ]
Hearing my voice, Miyato instinctively crossed his arms and covered his chin. My suggestion had succeeded once again, and I seized the opportunity to deliver a powerful combination of punches to his body, further wearing down the champion.
Left Straight * BAM
Right Straight *BAM
Left Straight . *BAM
This time, as my punch landed square on his stomach, a comically pained expression washed over Miyato's face. His complexion turned a shade of pale that made it seem like he might just hurl right then and there. I couldn't help but stifle a laugh at the sight.
After all, getting punched in the gut did hurt like a real "Bitch," but the exaggerated reaction was too hilarious to ignore.
"Head's up, I'm punching your abdomen," I chuckled.
Seeing his awkward attempt to protect his abdomen, I swiftly raised my fist and aimed a powerful right hook directly at his chin.
*BAM!
The punch connected with pinpoint accuracy, and time seemed to slow for an instant as Miyato's eyes widened in shock. His body jerked backward from the impact, and then, as if in slow motion, he collapsed onto the canvas of the ring.
*THUD!
The gym fell into stunned silence as Miyato lay on the ground, dazed and defeated. It was a stunning turn of events that no one had expected. Except for me, of course.
(The newbie really defeated the champion)
(What the hell happened ? It seemed to me that Miyato made so many rookie mistakes?)
(He did not even last a minute !"
I couldn't help but chuckle to myself as I stood in the ring, hearing and seeing the praised and shock expression of everyone .
'This is the right way to box,' I thought. 'I'd be an idiot not to use my power against someone stronger. So what if you're Level 22? So what if you have a title? Those things don't mean a shit if I can beat you up right away. Hahaha.'
"Congrats on your win, Zyden," the coach said with an overly enthusiastic grin. It was as if he'd stumbled upon a pot of gold.
"Do you want to go pro? With your skill, national level? No, you can be a world champion!" He declared, his excitement oozing out of every word, as if he genuinely believed I was destined to raise Korea to the pinnacle of global boxing.
I couldn't help but suppress a sarcastic chuckle. The truth was, I didn't really care about becoming a professional boxer, let alone a world champion. Boxing was just a means to an end for me, a way learn self defense and maximized my mind-manipulating powers. But I played along, offering a half-hearted response, "Sure, Coach, I will carry our flag to the world."
"That's the spirit, Zyden!" He grasped my shoulder, looking deep into my eyes with such intensity it felt like I was his long-lost child or something. The way he looked at me, I half-expected a tearful family reunion to kick off right there in the ring.
With those eyes, I'd even bet that if he had a real son nearby, he'd be tempted to trade him in for a new model – namely, me.
Outside the gym.
'Farewell, suckers! Hahaha!' I couldn't help but burst into laughter as I walked away from the gym. The coach was under the impression that I would continue a career in boxing, but I had only said it to mess with him.
It had been three days already, and Old Man Sing had texted me that he was finished with everything. These past three days had indeed been productive. I had gained confidence in my fighting skills and learned how to incorporate my manipulation abilities into the mix, making me someone capable of defending myself in case of emergencies.
Now, the only thing left on my to-do list was to go to Alice's school and get her to fall in love with me. Hahaha, it seemed like a simple enough task compared to what I had just accomplished in the gym.
'I'm coming to get you ,Alice.,'
