I agreed to be a kept man, but I'm still being punished by the system.

Lin Yang walked to the open space to the side, slowly bent down, untied his shoelaces, took off his brand-new leather shoes and socks, and neatly placed them aside.

Then came his suit jacket, which he carefully took off and hung on the rack next to him. He put his phone, smartwatch, and car keys into his suit pockets.

Finally, there's the shirt.

He unbuttoned the shirt one button at a time, then took it off and folded it meticulously.

As the clothes were removed, a well-defined, fluid, and explosively powerful upper body was revealed under the light. Every muscle was perfectly proportioned, exuding a beauty that seemed poised to unleash power at any moment.

After doing all this, he even had the leisure to raise an eyebrow at Liu Shanshan, who was not far away, and send her a charming wink.

Liu Shanshan subconsciously avoided his gaze, her delicate brows furrowed, and she held her forehead with one hand, muttering in a voice only she could hear.

"This man... why does he only think about living off a woman all day long?"

Lin Yang withdrew his gaze and turned to Liu Laohu.

"Master Liu, do you have half-finger gloves? Like the kind used in UFC?"

Liu Laohu was clearly taken aback, probably because he hadn't expected a young man who came to challenge him to make such a request for modern combat equipment.

Seeing this, Lin Yang smiled and explained, "The main reason is that I'm afraid I won't be able to control my strength and might hurt Master Guo. Wearing boxing gloves will be better for both of us."

Upon hearing this, Guo Huai's face immediately darkened.

"Hmph, afraid of hurting me?"

His voice was filled with barely suppressed anger and contempt.

"You should worry about yourself first, see if you can withstand two punches from me!"

Upon hearing Lin Yang's explanation, a glint of light flashed in Liu Laohu's cloudy eyes, and his smile deepened.

He found this young man to be increasingly interesting.

"Liu'er, go to the equipment room and look for it," he instructed Liu Lusheng behind him.

Liu Lusheng responded and jogged off.

Taking advantage of the break, Lin Yang walked barefoot to the center of the training room, lowered his body slightly, and began to warm up by punching.

He didn't adopt any traditional martial arts stance; he simply threw straight punches, hooks, and uppercuts, his movements precise and sharp.

Each punch was delivered with a whooshing sound that tore through the air.

The force of the punches made a whooshing sound.

He's adapting to intermediate-level fighting techniques in his mind.

Guo Huai's initially disdainful expression froze upon hearing the clear sound of the fist's force.

The contempt in his eyes quickly faded; this young man was much stronger than Black Bull had told him!

His gaze involuntarily drifted to his apprentice, Black Ox, beside him.

Black Bull's mouth was slightly open, and his face was filled with shock.

He leaned close to his master's ear, his voice trembling, "Master, last time... last time I fought him, he wasn't this strong!"

Upon hearing this, Guo Huai felt a surge of emotion.

Before long, Liu Lusheng came running back with two pairs of black half-finger boxing gloves, handing one to Lin Yang and the other to Guo Huai.

Lin Yang took it and put it on, moving his fingers around to check the size, finding it to be just right.

He stood up and casually threw a few more punches, the sound of the wind he created making the air vibrate, which was his warm-up.

Guo Huai put on his boxing gloves with a gloomy face, and his eyes no longer showed any contempt when he looked at Lin Yang.

"Young man, are you done yet?"

"Hmm." Lin Yang flexed his wrists and looked at him. "Doesn't Master Guo need to warm up?"

Guo Huai scoffed, letting out a cold snort.

"Let's begin then."

Liu Laohu winked at his son: "Liu'er, go up and be the referee."

"Okay, Dad."

Liu Lusheng braced himself and stood in the middle of the field, looking at Lin Yang on his left and then at the intimidating Guo Huai on his right, before clearing his throat.

"Please, gentlemen."

Lin Yang walked over and clasped his hands in a fist salute to Guo Huai.

This time, Guo Huai didn't act arrogantly and returned the greeting with a clasped fist and palm salute.

Sensing the oppressive atmosphere, Liu Lusheng hurriedly shouted, "Alright, ready—begin!"

Before he finished speaking, he quickly withdrew from the battle.

The field fell silent instantly.

Lin Yang adopted a stance similar to a boxer's stance, his feet moving lightly and his center of gravity flexible, allowing him to move in any direction at any time.

This posture, bearing a hint of Jeet Kune Do, is both agile and dangerous.

Guo Huai lowered his legs and assumed a solid Hung Kuen horse stance, his arms like iron gates protecting his body. He was like an iron tower rooted to the ground, with a calm and steady demeanor.

Neither of them made the first move; their gazes clashed in the air as they probed each other's strengths and weaknesses.

The only sounds in the air were the slight bouncing of Lin Yang's feet and the steady breathing of the two of them.

Finally, Lin Yang made a move.

With a slight shift in his steps, he shot forward like an arrow, instantly closing the distance between himself and Guo Huai.

A swift jab aimed straight for Guo Huai's face.

Guo Huai neither dodged nor evaded; he simply raised his left arm and precisely parried the punch.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Yang's attack unfolded like a storm.

His punches and kicks were so fast they were dazzling, sometimes accompanied by swift low sweeps aimed at Guo Huai's supporting leg.

Sometimes it's a tricky uppercut, aimed straight at the jaw.

At other times, it was a fierce side kick, aimed directly at Guo Huai's ribs.

His attacks were completely unpredictable, yet each move was deadly, representing the most efficient and direct style of modern free fighting.

Guo Huai remained calm and composed, his lower body as stable as Mount Tai, his arms transforming into an impenetrable shield, blocking Lin Yang's attacks one by one.

Each block produced a dull thud, the sound of fists clashing against flesh.

He was like a reef in a stormy sea, standing firm and unmoved no matter how the wind and rain raged.

However, Liu Laohu and Liu Shanshan, who were standing nearby, noticed something amiss.

Guo Huai has completely fallen into a disadvantageous position.

He could only defend passively and couldn't find any opportunity to counterattack.

Lin Yang's attack rhythm was too fast and too varied, leaving him unable to keep up.

On the field, Guo Huai's forehead was already covered in fine beads of sweat.

The opponent's strength, speed, and reaction all exceeded his expectations.

If you keep it for a long time, you will lose it!

Guo Huai felt a surge of anger; he couldn't wait any longer.

The instant Ge Kailin Yang threw a hook punch, he suddenly stepped forward and threw a punch, unleashing the fierce power of Hung Gar!

Lin Yang seemed to have anticipated this, and with a clever backward lean, he narrowly avoided the powerful punch.

It's now!

Guo Huai was now truly enraged; he completely abandoned defense and let out a low growl.

He twisted his waist and hips, channeling all his strength into his right arm, unleashing a ruthless killing move—Tiger Claw Heart Strike—with an aura of tearing everything apart, grabbing at Lin Yang's chest!

This move is no longer a contest; it's a killer's move designed to bring someone to their death.

Just as the sharp claw wind was about to touch his skin, Lin Yang made an unexpected dodge.

His crisis warning skill allowed him to anticipate the attack's trajectory, and he slid half a step to the left, allowing Guo Huai's killing move to whistle past his chest.

This is the gap!

Lin Yang's eyes suddenly sharpened, and seizing the moment when Guo Huai's defenses were wide open, his right fist struck out like lightning.

It wasn't a smash, it wasn't a blast, but an incredibly precise uppercut.

"Bang!"

The boxing glove struck Guo Huai squarely in the jaw.

That's where the trigeminal nerve is most concentrated.

Guo Huai's body jolted violently, his eyes rolled back instantly, and all the strength in his body seemed to be drained away at that moment, leaving him momentarily stiff.

Lin Yang gave him no chance to catch his breath.

He stepped forward, his arms like iron clamps, instantly wrapping around Guo Huai's neck. With a twist of his body, he pulled Guo Huai to the ground.

An extremely smooth ground transition.

Lin Yang locked Guo Huai's body tightly with his legs, and with a burst of strength in his arms, he unleashed the purest strangulation technique!

Guo Huai woke up instantly, the intense feeling of suffocation causing him to struggle frantically.

But he found himself trapped on the ground by an irresistible force. No matter how hard he tried, he was like prey ensnared by a giant python, futilely consuming his last bit of oxygen.

His face quickly flushed red, then turned liver-colored, and his eyeballs bulged outwards due to lack of oxygen.

Black Bull and the others standing to the side were all stunned.

Liu Lusheng was so frightened that his face turned pale.

Liu Shanshan's beautiful eyes widened in disbelief. She covered her mouth with her hand, unable to believe her eyes.

That frivolous, gigolo she thought was always looking to live off women was actually... this strong?