The activation time for a skill plugin was clearly much shorter than a physique plugin.
As his brain adapted rapidly, Yoru’s punching frequency leapt from a few punches per minute at the beginning to several punches per second!
A mere forty thousand repetitions had been fully completed in just three short days.
“Abnormal!” “Why do I feel like you’re even more abnormal than the little monster I picked?” After watching the entire process, Nana seriously suspected that Yoru was some kind of urban legend yokai.
Three days to build the foundation, then another three days for a massive leap.
In only six days, his understanding of boxing was almost no worse than Senior Brother Kubotori’s.
If he had been an expert with a foundation and accumulated experience, she could barely understand such fast progress.
After all, someone like that had once appeared in the boxing world.
That man was The Golden Emperor, Carlos Medel!
A versatile champion who had once swept the four major boxing leagues and crossed five weight classes!
According to legend, he possessed extraordinary learning ability.
Just by reading books and watching videos, he could quickly master different combat techniques.
But the Golden Emperor’s “speed” was built on his deep foundation and broad experience.
What about Yoru?
Six days ago, he did not even know how to clench his fist properly.
Six days later, the boxing skill he displayed was already comparable to Senior Brother, who had trained hard for nearly twenty years.
If that was not a yokai, then what was?
“Little monster?” “Who are you talking about?” Yoru was in a very good mood right now.
Boxing technique had settled clearly into his mind, and he was no longer a brute with strength but no idea how to use it.
He even had the leisure to gossip.
“My little sister’s classmate.
A high school girl from Kouou Girls’ Academy.
You probably don’t know her.” Thinking back to the terrifying scene of Sakura Hibiki sending the sandbag flying with one punch and embedding the men holding it into the wall, Nana still felt chills all over.
Kouou Girls’ Academy?
A high school girl?
A little monster?
“Oh, her?
I know her!” The keywords triggered something, and Yoru’s mind instantly produced the image of a pink-haired girl with a brilliant smile and five-pointed stars glowing in her pupils.
“You really know her?” Nana looked suspicious and clearly did not believe him much.
But then again, birds of a feather flocked together.
Monsters knowing other monsters did sound somewhat believable.
“Mm.” Yoru nodded with certainty.
“She’s fighting in underground matches now, right?” “Underground matches?” “Impossible.
She doesn’t like fighting.” Thinking of Hibiki’s lazy, laid-back attitude, Nana faintly felt that something was wrong.
She knew Hibiki was working out and preparing for an idol debut, but she had never heard that Hibiki was participating in underground fights.
But Yoru had no reason to lie to her, so where exactly had things gone wrong?
“Like hell she doesn’t like fighting!” “Don’t be fooled by that cute appearance.
She usually looks soft, weak, and completely harmless.” Yoru spoke with righteous indignation.
“But once she actually fights, it’s one punch per opponent.
She’s ridiculously brutal!” Cute?
One punch per opponent?
Brutal?
Remembering Sakura Hibiki’s terrifying strength, and the fierce reaction face she showed when she exploded with power, Nana suddenly felt that everything matched again.
Because that was exactly what had happened back then!
Before hitting the sandbag, Hibiki had kept saying, “I can’t, I can’t!” Then, when she actually punched, her developed muscles instantly burst up from under her skin and tore through her sleeves.
Her cute face also suddenly turned into a savage reaction face, and a terrifying aura bloomed from her like she had become a completely different person.
In the end…
The heavy sandbag and the large men holding it were embedded into the wall together!
It matched!
There was no way one school had two monsters!
And there was no other high school girl more brutal than Hibiki!
“Wait, she really went to fight underground?” Nana’s eyes suddenly lit up, full of expectation.
“Mm, I’m very sure.” Yoru said, “Although it hasn’t been long since she started, I’ve already watched several of her matches.” “Good!” “If she likes fighting, that’s perfect!” “All those training plans I made can finally be useful!” “Haha…” Nana suddenly ran back to her office, laughing excitedly as she went.
“What the hell?
We didn’t even get to the point!” Left alone on the spot, Yoru looked completely confused.
He did not need a coach, but that did not mean he did not need sparring partners!
Skills were only skills.
How to flexibly apply them in real combat still needed to be tested through practice, so he urgently needed skilled opponents to sharpen his actual combat ability.
He had planned to lay some groundwork first before making his request, but Nana ran off before he could get to the main topic.
“Forget it.
I’ll do it myself.” Yoru’s eyes swept across the gym and finally locked onto a sturdy young man covered in lean muscle.
That was right.
It was the temporary coach Nana had assigned him earlier.
Oda Nijuuichiro!
Remembering that Oda had told him to come over if he had any questions, Yoru walked over and sincerely asked, “Coach Oda, could you give me some pointers in actual combat?” “Actual combat?” Hearing that, Oda’s eyelid twitched hard.
Most of his time was spent teaching students, so he had not had the free time to watch Yoru’s entire progress the way Nana had.
But because he only checked once in a while, he could feel that terrifying rate of improvement even more clearly.
Actual combat with him?
Wasn’t that basically asking to accompany Senior Brother Kubotori to the hospital?
“Isn’t that a little too rushed?” Oda tactfully refused.
“Senior Brother will be discharged soon.” “It’s not good to keep fighting the same person.” Yoru shook his head.
“And broken bones don’t heal that quickly.” “So you do know that if you hit someone, the least they get is a fracture?” Hearing that, Oda’s expression turned even more bitter.
“No?” “I thought a boxing gym that could exchange with Boxing King Kaolan would all be full of real men.” Yoru sounded deeply disappointed.
“But now I’ve realized you don’t even dare fight a newcomer.” “Damn, are you going to take that?” “Coach, beat him up!” Before Oda could speak, his students started making noise first.
“You’re in your prime, and your strength is no worse than Coach Kubotori’s!
Go on, show him the real power of Glory Boxing Gym!” “You even brought the gym’s reputation into this.
What choice do I have?” “Put on your protective gear.” Oda was also provoked into anger.
He flipped into the ring with a nimble leap.
… “Fighters in position…
ready!” A moment later, the student acting as temporary referee raised his right hand high.
“Careful.” “The current me is terrifyingly strong.” Yoru bounced lightly in place on the tips of his toes, both hands clenched at his sides and swaying slightly.
His ring presence looked nothing like a beginner’s.
The boxing techniques he had just absorbed automatically surfaced in his mind, and his body heated slightly under the stimulation of muscle memory and the atmosphere before battle.
It felt excellent!
“Of course I know you’re terrifying.” “But real combat isn’t won just because you’re fast and strong.
Technique and experience are the keys to victory.” Oda took his stance.
His right hand rose to guard his jaw, his left hand lowered to protect his ribs, his feet spread diagonally, and his center of gravity sank.
His posture was steady as a mountain.
“Exactly.
I agree with that too.
That’s why I’m asking you for guidance.” Yoru grinned, and his eyes shone with a fierce hunger for battle.