Under Tôjo's stern gaze, bare-chested James constantly hit the sandbag in front of him.

Smack, smack, smack, smack! Bam!

"Good! Pull your fist in quickly!"

Bam! A clear sound rang out.

"Faster, control your breathing better, your posture is sloppy, straighten up slightly..."

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

"That's it! Again! One-two, one-two, Overhand-punch !"

Smack!

"Well now get some rest, you'll have your first fight tonight."

Then Tôjo took a bottle of WiWhisky and took a big gulp.

"Huff!!"

After suffering for 2 hours, James sprawled out on to the floor.

He had been training with Tôjo for 24 days, running, weight training, technical training, he was tortured in every possible way by Tôjo.

It had only been a month, but the change within James was obvious.

His frame had gotten a bit smaller, but his muscles were distinct. It was thanks to the training of Tôjo that focused on building strength and endurance.

"My first fight..."

Thinking of his first fight, James could not help but be slightly excited, so he took a deep breath to calm down and then went to rest.

. . . . . .

Underground boxing is best entertainment of licencied citizens into slum. They bet on dogs, horses and finally boxers.

Win and leave this poor, unknown place that is the slum and enter the beautiful and prosperous city, unfortunately, no one has ever won.

A dim light barely illuminated the ring in the middle of the room with almost a hundred spectators, on which stood a man wearing a shirt and shimmering trousers covered in red sequin with a microphone in his hand.

"Tonight, madam and gentleman, our first fight is between the incredible tiger that never lets go of his prey, the man with the devastating kick, Ivan the Siberian tiger."

"27 wins and 4 losses"

"Ivan! Ivan! Ivan!"

"Ivan Ivan! Ivan!"

Ivan slowly climbed onto the ring while greeting the audience before doing some stretching, he was192 cm tall, he had a muscular body, dark hair and a scar on his chin.

"His opponent is a newcomer, with zero wins, zero losses, his name is James Art."

Then James with his bandaged fists slowly climbed onto the ring.

On the ring, the two men looked at each other as the audience began to calm down, then they came closer together.

"Kid, go home, this isn't a playground."Said Ivan with a mocking smile, but james did not answer him.

"Okay, to your corners."

The two went to their respective corners.

James took deep breaths, lighting up his eyes.

"My first fight, my first win."

"Ivan, are you ready?"

"Yes."

"James?"

"Yes."

"Fight!!!!"

Ring!

The bell rang.

James breathed deeply as he raised his two arms, Ivan ran at him right and threw a punch.

James stooped slightly and quickly threw his right fist up.

Ivan was surprised by James's attack speed, so he leaned unconsciously to the right to dodge the attack, narrowly avoiding the punch, then Ivan tried to put the most distance between him and James.

"Who do you think will win?"

"Is there even a bet? Of course it'll be Ivan!"

"Ivan kills him!"

"Ivan! Ivan!"

But suddenly an incredible scene made the audience speechless.

Ivan got hit in the face with a one-two punch, but before he put some distance between James and him, he got a second punch and then a third.

James' attacks were getting faster and faster.

"Ivan is dominated by the new one!"

"How is that possible?"

"Agh!"

Ivan's nose started bleeding, his right eye swelled, but he managed to avoid one of James' punches and ran towards him with a hook.

Just as Ivan ran at James with a hook, James countered with a left jab followed by a short right hook directly into Ivan's face.

Smack! Bang!

Ivan began to sway even though no power was behind the punches.

"How could this be the hook of a beginner?"

Ivan thought as his vision blurred and he lost his balance.

But thanks to his experience, he quickly regained his balance and put himself in a defensive position.

Smack! Smack!

Ivan held out even with the relentless rain of punches, James kept his breathing in check as he threw out his punches. He didn't get over excited, he kept wary of Ivan's counter attack.

But Ivan was beginning to suffer from bruising, so he gave up defending and threw a powerful kick to James' left ribs.

One point.

A stats one point did not seem to make a difference, but in reality one point was an impassable chasm for humanity.

The genetic limit of the human species is One.

That's the maximum limit for any athlete, an insurmountable limit.

But what was James' dextirity stats?

[Dexterity : 1,8]

Ivan's kick seemed slow for James, so he stepped back slightly to avoid it and then moved closer to him at an inhuman speed.

*Thwack!*

James threw a powerful upercut to Ivan's chin, Ivan fell to the floor with blood spurting out of his face, he had fainted.

Bam!

Ring! Ring! Ring!

"The bell rang!!! The match was over!!!"

"Ivan is defeated, James wins, it's unbelievable! I've never seen anything like it!"

"James! James! James! James!"

"James! James! James! James!"