Nightmare Despair

Chapter 38 Considerations?

“Fischl, placing too much emphasis on grades can alienate a person.”

Ma Yifan stared at Fischl with a resentful gaze, like a woman confined to her chambers, filled with sorrow.

"Don't you trust my judgment?"

"Besides, it wasn't him who begged to come; I invited him!"

"……Fine."

Ma Yifan held some weight in this small circle, and Fischl clicked his tongue, reluctantly pulling his hand out of his thin leather gloves.

Zhou Kai didn't take her previous words to heart and extended his hand.

The fingers, cool to the touch, brushed against Zhou Kai's palm like a dragonfly skimming the water before parting.

Her words were less perfunctory and more formally polite.

“Fischl Vitas”.

"Zhou Kai".

Zhou Kai's eyes remained calm, without the slightest ripple.

Before he came, Ma Yifan had already revealed all the details to him.

To put it bluntly, this group of people are just a bunch of rich kids with excess energy.

Want to learn martial arts?
With their wealth, they could easily hire champions from various competitions as sparring partners.

The problem is, they don't want to suffer, and they certainly don't want to be disciplined.

Of this group, only Ma Yifan genuinely enjoyed martial arts; the others were just in it for the novelty and fun.

Let them obediently become apprentices and hire a stern-faced uncle to supervise their horse stance training every day.
You might as well inherit the family business.

So, Zhou Kai's opportunity has arrived.

He was young, good-looking, and highly skilled.

They can serve as both sparring partners and playmates, perfectly meeting their needs.

……

Fischl Vitas's father is a well-known foreign businessman in the area, and she was born and raised in Red Star.

Apart from his mixed-race face and his tongue-twisting name, his speech and behavior were no different from those of the locals.

The two people next to her, one of them is named Yuan Duo, whose family is in the real estate business.

The other one is named Feng Mingtai, whose family is in the manufacturing industry.

He was a few years younger than Ma Yifan, but they were childhood friends who grew up together.

Since Ma Yifan had spoken, they naturally wouldn't refuse.

Therefore, the only person among this group that truly needs to be dealt with is this woman named Fischl.

Zhou Kai didn't find it troublesome.

In theory, with his current skills, he's more than qualified to be a private coach.

If you have real substance inside, you'll naturally stand tall.

Fischl sized up Zhou Kai, a question forming in his mind.

This person is too calm, almost too calm.

Given her family background and looks, which man wouldn't be extremely attentive to her, with something else always hidden in his eyes?
Zhou Kai's gaze remained focused, calm, and objective, devoid of any extra warmth.

This made her feel that the man was fairly decent, but at the same time, she felt a sense of loss for no reason.

What he usually takes pride in is worthless to him.

Her light blue eyes flickered, and she broke the silence:
"Having Yifan endorse you isn't enough."

"What kind of masters can't we invite? So, if you want our money, you have to prove your worth first."

Zhou Kai uttered two words: "Cheap."

Fischl was stunned.

She had imagined countless answers, such as boasting about her practical combat skills but saying she disdained to participate in competitions, or talking about a mysterious family martial arts theory.

She never expected that he would so readily admit that his core competitive advantage was...low price.

The man's clarity about his own position amused her, yet also offended her.

But Fischl remained composed. She gave Zhou Kai a scrutinizing look and continued:

"I told you, money is not a problem."

"The issue is……"

Do you even have the right?

She waved to someone not far away.

"Old Yang, come here and test its quality."

As soon as he finished speaking, a burly man in a black suit walked over. He was as tall as Zhou Kai, but much thicker, like a moving wall.

"Okay, miss."

Old Yang responded in a deep, muffled voice, then stood firmly in front of Zhou Kai, exuding an aura that kept strangers at bay.

Zhou Kai's gaze swept over his unusually thick neck, and he immediately understood.

This man is a veteran who has immersed himself in combat techniques.

Fischl blinked his light blue eyes and introduced with amusement: "Old Yang, a former 80kg MMA professional fighter, who won a gold belt."

“You have to be at least better than him, or about the same level. If you're far behind, why don't we just have Old Yang teach you?”

As soon as he finished speaking, Old Yang straightened his chest, clearly still proud of his past glorious achievements.

When the topic turned to fighting, this usually taciturn man seemed to have had a few drinks and became quite talkative.

He cracked his shoulders and wrists, making a slight popping sound: "Excuse me for being blunt, but you're too skinny. We're not in the same league."

Zhou Kai looked at him intently, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with his words.

Senior Brother Chen Ping was thinner and shorter than him, but his strength was like that of a prehistoric beast, and he was simply no match for him.

Yes, even though his strength had improved after the long night of nightmares, he still felt an insurmountable tremor when he recalled Chen Ping's unpredictable power and skills.

Weight and height, these so-called scales, are nothing but a joke in the face of true strength.

Zhou Kai nodded and said only one word: "Come."

Ma Yifan took a deep breath and said very thoughtfully, "Let's go somewhere else, to the backyard. We can't move around freely here."

……

"Is he any good? Maybe we should try to persuade him; it wouldn't look good if he really got hurt."

Yuan Duo was slightly overweight, and his round face was full of doubt. No matter how you looked at him, you felt that the thin Zhou Kai would be knocked down with one punch.

Ma Yifan shook his head firmly: "No, you don't understand... He's incredibly fierce."

"I do have some discernment. Old Yang is at most a little stronger than Wang Jinquan from our boxing gym, but what about Zhou Kai? He can toy with Wang Jinquan like a chick!"

Feng Mingtai shrugged: "That exaggerated? Is ancient martial arts really that miraculous?"

His eyes flickered, and he thoughtfully stroked his chin.

“I’ve heard my dad mention before that ancient martial arts training requires taking a secret medicine that can increase one’s strength several times over… but it seems that it caused some deaths and paralyzed several people.”

"Could it be that he ate that stuff?"

Now it was Ma Yifan's turn to stammer.

It seems like Zhou Kai hasn't even formally entered the field of ancient martial arts, right?
As for the secret medicine...

He had heard of that stuff before; only formal disciples were qualified to receive it monthly, and it was said that it required long-term use to see results.

Zhou Kai, he probably hasn't touched it.

"Maybe," Ma Yifan said, forcing himself to believe it anyway.

When Zhou Kai arrived at the backyard, he discovered that there was a huge swimming pool.

The swimming pool had long been abandoned, and the bottom was covered with a thick layer of dead leaves and dust.

The two contested on the neatly trimmed lawn next to the pool, where the grass felt soft and yielding underfoot.

"I'll stop here and hold back."

Old Yang gave Zhou Kai a heads-up beforehand, not intending to make things difficult for him.

"Without protective gear, I will be careful to avoid vital areas."

Zhou Kai replied, "No problem, I'll be careful too."

Upon hearing this, Old Yang narrowed his eyes slightly.

He didn't think Zhou Kai could ever run into him.

In the realm of combat skills, the gap between experts and novices is so vast that laymen cannot even imagine it.

He even felt that if he wanted to, he could easily knock the kid to the ground with just a few feints, let alone deliver a real punch.

Old Yang adopted a stance, moving steadily from side to side, exuding a strong sense of pressure.

Seeing Zhou Kai adopt a defensive stance, they decided to use defense as a means of offense.

Without further ado, Old Yang suddenly exerted force with his feet, charging forward like a cannonball, delivering a powerful punch straight at Zhou Kai's face.

'Logically, he should have raised his arm to block, and my punch would have landed on his forearm.'

'Use a little more force, let him know his place, and he'll just have to admit defeat sooner.'

"Go!"

Old Yang roared, and his fist sent a whistling wind through the air.

But the next moment, the confidence on his face froze, replaced by utter surprise.

(End of this chapter)