I'm in Detective Conan, and I start with the Grand Theft Auto system.

The real training officially begins from this moment.

Fueled by her burning shame and indignation, Xiaolan showed no mercy.

Her eyes changed, her breathing rhythm changed, her center of gravity shifted slightly, and she adjusted her stance slightly on the floor.

That's the posture a karate champion should have when they're truly in battle mode.

In the time that followed, Lin Shen fully experienced what it meant to be a "professional player defeating an amateur."

Xiaolan was very patient when explaining the basic movements.

She would slow down to demonstrate the power path of a punch to him, hold his waist with her hand to help him find the feeling of turning his body, and squat down to adjust the angle of his instep when he was doing a front kick.

But at this moment, Xiaolan seemed to have flipped a switch and completely transformed into a different person.

Her movements were quick and precise.

Every punch has a clean trajectory of force, without any unnecessary wobbling.

Each kick was crisp and clean, the hem of her taekwondo uniform trousers swung in the air in a white arc, landing with a precision as if measured with a ruler.

Lin Shen could barely keep up with her pace.

In their first encounter, he tried to block one of her mid-section straight punches.

He saw the trajectory of the fist and raised his hand to what he thought was the correct position.

But Xiaolan's fist had already passed through his defenses before his arm could block it, and gently touched his chest.

Although he tried to control his strength, the sudden, sharp force still made his chest feel tight.

The second time, he tried to catch her side kick with brute force.

He braced himself by placing his arm at his side.

The moment he made contact, he felt as if his arm had been struck hard by an iron rod, and his entire forearm was buzzing and numb.

After Xiaolan's leg struck his arm, she used the recoil to pull it back cleanly and decisively, without even shifting her center of gravity, as if the blow had been of no use to her at all.

After failing to block several times in a row for the third time, a spinning kick grazed his chin.

Although the kick didn't land, the feeling of the wind brushing against his skin was chilling, making him realize that if the kick had landed, he would be lying on the ground by now.

Lin Shen was kicked and cried out several times.

He rubbed his shoulder where he had been kicked, gritted his teeth, and got back into position, his gaze much more serious than before.

He knew very well that if he directly adopted the strategy of trading blows, rushing in and using Xiaolan's punches to exchange for his own, he actually had a chance to subdue Xiaolan by using his armor to withstand the damage.

But this is not what he wanted.

He genuinely wanted to master close-quarters combat techniques.

If the difference in fighting skill between yourself and your enemy is too great, to the point that you don't even have a chance to win against a stronger opponent.

Xiao Lan watched him get back into position and asked with some concern, "President Lin...why don't you want to take a break?"

"This is your first time training today. If the intensity is too high, you might be sore all over tomorrow..."

Lin Shen shook his head, his tone resolute: "No need. Don't hold back, increase the intensity even further."

After he finished speaking, he rushed forward again.

Xiaolan still had some hesitation in her heart.

Her personality is naturally gentle and kind, and even on the field, she rarely goes out of her way to be ruthless.

When facing a beginner, she instinctively holds back her strength, not wanting to actually hurt him.

But Lin Shen soon realized that she was still holding back.

He needed to provoke her.

So during a close-quarters fight, he deliberately reached out and grabbed Xiaolan's chest.

Hmm—the touch from my palm is very full and elastic; it feels really good.

Xiaolan froze for a moment.

She glanced down at her chest, then looked up at Lin Shen, her eyes initially showing surprise, which was quickly replaced by a surge of anger.

Her face flushed bright red in a second or two—not from embarrassment, but from genuine anger.

"ah--!!"

She cried out and slapped Lin Shen's hand, which was still hanging in mid-air, away.

Then, as if her body was triggered by a spring, she kicked Lin Shen's waist repeatedly with her left and right legs, so fast that he didn't have time to make any blocking movements.

Then Xiaolan's body spun in the air, and a spinning flying kick landed squarely on Lin Shen's chest.

The force of that kick far exceeded Lin Shen's expectations.

He felt as if he had been hit in the chest by a car traveling at moderate speed. His feet left the ground and he flew backward, tracing a short and awkward arc in the air before crashing heavily onto the training mat with a dull thud as his back hit the ground.

He lay on the mat, a dull pain shooting through his chest.

He glanced at the system panel briefly—good heavens!

The full armor value of 100 points was reduced by 72 points with this kick.

Only 28 points left.

In other words, if Xiaolan hadn't been protected by the armor, he would be lying in an ambulance right now, not on the mat.

This data both surprised and delighted him!

What surprised him was that Xiaolan's full-force attack was far more destructive than he, an amateur, had imagined. What pleased him was that it showed he had found the right coach; only someone of this caliber could teach him and he could truly learn something.

He quickly recited the secret manual several times in his mind, and his armor value was quickly replenished.

After Xiaolan kicked out that kick, her anger dissipated almost instantly, replaced by a huge sense of panic.

She rushed over, knelt beside him, bent over, and her voice was filled with obvious panic and self-reproach: "President Lin!! I'm so sorry!!"

"I...I didn't mean to! Are you alright? Should I call an ambulance?!"

As she spoke, she reached into her pocket to look for her phone.

She looked at Lin Shen lying on the mat, her eyes almost red.

Lin Shen looked at Xiao Lan's face, which was on the verge of tears, and suddenly smiled.

He rubbed his chest, pushed himself up from the ground, and sat up, his tone as relaxed as if nothing had happened: "It's okay, I'm fine."

"And this isn't your fault, I deliberately provoked you."

He stood up, dusted himself off, stretched his shoulders, and then looked down at Xiaolan, who was still kneeling on the ground staring blankly at him. His expression became more serious.

"You hit those moves right just now. Use that intensity when you spar with me from now on."

Xiao Lan looked up at Lin Shen and was stunned.

She initially thought the other person was just putting on a brave face or saying they were fine to comfort her.

But she saw him get up from the ground with ease, his movements were smooth and his voice was strong, not at all like someone who had just been hit hard.

A huge question mark popped into her mind: How exactly does this person have such a high tolerance for blows?

She hesitated before asking, "Really... I don't need to see a doctor?"

Lin Shen shook his head and readjusted his starting stance: "No need. Come on, let's continue. Just use the same intensity as before."

Looking into his serious eyes, Xiaolan opened her mouth as if to say something, but in the end she only said, "...Okay then."

She straightened up, took a deep breath, and the hesitation and worry in her eyes gradually faded, replaced by a focused and serious attitude.

Since he said there was no need to show mercy, then she wouldn't show mercy.