Tony dropped Jason Luo off at home and left immediately. He planned to practice driving in the afternoon to prepare for his road test.
Jason Luo pushed open the door and entered the empty house, feeling a pang of sadness. Today had been his first real victory, yet aside from Tony, he had no one to share the joy with—not even his family.
He pulled out his phone and called Dr. Miao. His father had been hospitalized for nine days now, and he still didn't know how he was doing. He had wanted to call earlier, but Jason knew that Dr. Miao's time was valuable and he couldn't bother him too often.
Fortunately, Dr. Miao told him that his father's condition had been stable since admission, though his emotions were still unsettled. That was a normal reaction. From now on, every ten days, Dr. Miao would send Jason a text message updating him on Henry Luo's treatment...
After hanging up, Jason felt a little better. As long as his father recovered smoothly, maybe in a little over two months, he could finally have a real home again!
Just the thought of it filled him with strength. He stood up, threw a few punches at the heavy bag, then suddenly remembered he still had an unused lottery draw. Strange… how could there still be a lottery chance? Hopefully, it wouldn't just say "thank you for participating" again.
He opened the system panel, and sure enough, the lottery interface appeared. Once he clicked to start, the screen began scrolling rapidly. The speed was so fast he couldn't make out what rewards were available.
As the scrolling slowed, he caught glimpses of entries like "+1 Recovery" and "+1 Explosiveness." So it was still attribute point increases. That was fine—anything that boosted his ability was good.
But when the scrolling stopped, the system prompt read:
"Congratulations! You've drawn the Basic Minor Talent: Robust Build. Please check your rewards!"
What? A Minor Talent? That sounded pretty good. He quickly went to check.
System Binder: Jason Luo
Age: 18
Height: 183 cm
Arm Span: 185 cm
Weight: 75.8 kg
Occupation: Boxing Sparring Partner
Reputation: Unknown
System Talent: Greedy Wolf Power (Beginner)
Defeat an opponent to permanently absorb 15% of their best attribute points.
Minor Talent: Robust Build (Beginner)
No attribute bonuses. Regular training helps you maintain a strong physique and increases personal charm.
Strength: 7
stamina: 8
Boxing Technique: 4
Footwork: 3
Reaction: 4
Punch Speed: 5
Coordination: 6
Explosiveness: 5
Recovery: 6
Dodge & Anticipation: 5
Toughness: 9
Jab Power: 4
Cross Power: 8
Free Attribute Points: 2
What the hell? No attribute bonuses at all? He wasn't entering a bodybuilding contest—what good was a physique talent supposed to do? Even just one attribute point would have been better!
Jason ran into the bathroom, lifted his T-shirt, and stared at himself in the mirror for a long time. No changes. This system must be bugged...
Since there was no visible difference, he decided not to bother with it. Better to focus on training. Tomorrow's first sparring session was important—he had to make it count.
...
The next morning, during stamina training with Reches, Jason clearly felt the difference. After yesterday's sparring with Jonathan, Reches' punches didn't seem so hard to avoid. Many times, he could even anticipate where the attacks would land. And when he couldn't dodge, he managed to block with pads or shift slightly to let the harder parts of his body absorb the hits.
So, Reaction and Dodge & Anticipation really made a big difference in actual fighting. Reches noticed the improvement too.
"Hey, you're getting sharper. Took down Jonathan, and now you've leveled up. Maybe you really do have a talent for this."
Jason was pleased and smiled modestly. "Haha, I'm still way behind you. If I could reach your skill level someday, that'd be great."
"Tch, you've only been at this a few days. I've been grinding in the amateur circuit for three years. Take it slow, kid—you've already got a good start. Be satisfied…"
After spending more time with Reches, Jason realized he was actually a decent guy. He helped a lot in training, sometimes even teaching him little tricks—though he did like to brag.
...
In the afternoon, Raul drove Jason to another training facility to meet Kamman. On the way, Raul explained some basic rules of sparring.
Sparring required full protective gear: headgear, boxing vest, mouthguard, plastic groin guard, and gloves. Counterpunches were allowed, but only to stimulate the trainee's offense—not to knock them down or cause serious injury. Raul made sure to emphasize this, otherwise things could get awkward.
Jason quickly understood. After all, people weren't paying for a beating—they were paying for a sparring partner.
The car stopped. This gym was much farther from his home. Inside, Jason noticed the facilities were much better than his old gym: professional boxing equipment and plenty of fitness machines.
With Raul leading, they soon found Kamman, a black boxer pounding away at the speed bag. His muscular build radiated raw power. After greeting Raul, Kamman fixed his eyes on Jason.
"So, you're the kid who beat Jonathan, huh? Not bad. I heard you turned it around with a single punch. Impressive. But I expect you to surprise me today. Otherwise, I can't guarantee this job will last for you."
Such blunt words right from the start told Jason this guy wasn't going to be easy to handle. All he could do was perform his best.
After gearing up, they stepped onto the ring. But instead of attacking immediately, Kamman grinned and said, "I hear your toughness is pretty good, and you like to fight offensively. That's exactly the sparring style I want. But that alone isn't enough. I need you to actually pressure me, make me feel threatened—that's how I get my thrill in training. Don't worry if you hit me by accident. Just go all out and show me what you've got."
Jason froze. Wait… was this supposed to be a real fight?
But that wasn't what Raul told him earlier. What should he do?
He glanced down from the ring. Raul saw his hesitation and smiled. "It's fine, Jason. Do what Kamman asks—just control your power, alright?"
"Okay, got it."
Feeling reassured, Jason braced himself. But once Kamman's attacks started, he immediately understood why they called him the Black Storm. His punch rhythm was lightning-fast, and his combinations were relentless. Within seconds of the opening, Jason had already absorbed more than ten punches. Fortunately, his headgear and toughness kept him standing—without them, he wouldn't have lasted.
...
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