Spy-x-War Showdown
Chapter 101 - 100 Go Rob

Chapter 101: Chapter 100 Go Rob

Three months, when Yang Yi began to truly practice boxing under Zhang Yong, by the third month, he was already able to exchange blows with Zhang Yong.

His strength was still insufficient, and his experience still lacking, but Yang Yi had managed to spar with Zhang Yong within only three months, which greatly surpassed Zhang Yong’s most optimistic predictions.

Their exchange was extremely fast, their footwork just as quick. Yang Yi’s hands parried left and right without missing a beat, and even as he retreated rapidly, he managed to launch two kicks. However, he still couldn’t withstand the barrage of attacks resembling a sudden, violent storm.

With a thud, Yang Yi painfully clutched his chest and crouched down, then he gritted his teeth and said, "Wing Chun! You said you’d only use ’soft and short hitting’!"

Zhang Yong withdrew his fist, a look of disdain on his face as he said, "Then should I say ’sorry’?"

"No need..."

Zhang Yong’s inch power was extremely fierce; although it was just a sparring session, and the kind between master and apprentice, even when Zhang Yong held back most of his force, maintaining a certain speed to spar with Yang Yi meant that taking a punch was still more than Yang Yi could handle.

After rubbing his chest and recovering for a while, Yang Yi stood up and said to Zhang Yong, "Brother Yong, can you not use Wing Chun anymore?"

Zhang Yong nodded and replied, "Let’s go again."

Yang Yi lunged at Zhang Yong with a punch, using the Cannon Fist from Xingyi Fist, but it was just a feint. After throwing the punch, Yang Yi quickly reached for Zhang Yong’s left arm with his left hand and immediately followed up with his right fist, slashing down toward Zhang Yong’s throat.

"Open!"

With a light shout from Zhang Yong, Yang Yi’s abdomen received a punch, and he immediately leaped backward, but his left arm was pulled by Zhang Yong’s hand, and then he felt his neck caught in a wrap-around grasp.

Zhang Yong’s punch should have been a heavy strike, but he changed it to a light grab, obviously because he didn’t want to kill Yang Yi.

Yang Yi was already qualified to practice moves with Zhang Yong, but as Zhang Yong had said, he shouldn’t expect to touch Zhang Yong even with a finger for a few years.

"Stop."

Zhang Yong called out, then he said very seriously, "What went wrong with you this time?"

"Uh, shouldn’t have used the moves from Xingyi Fist?"

"Wrong."

"Then what is it..."

Zhang Yong sighed and said, "I am faster than you by a bit, more accurate by a bit, more ruthless by a bit. Even if it’s just a bit, you will never be able to harm me. But for someone who has just started training, reaching this level is already quite good. The biggest issue is, why must you follow the moves strictly? If I teach you to strike straight, you strike straight, if I teach you to chop and hang, you chop and hang. But if I am 1.7 meters tall, if I were 1.8 meters, would you still fight in the same way?"

Yang Yi looked troubled and said, "Ah, well, I can’t help it if I have a good memory..."

Zhang Yong waved his hand and replied, "First, get rid of this bad habit for me."

"How do I change it?"

Zhang Yong stroked his head, looking distressed as he said, "This is the first time I’ve found having a good memory to be a nuisance."

After speaking, Zhang Yong sat down on the bed, gazed at Yang Yi for a long while, then he suddenly said, "You’ve been practicing with me for about three months, right?"

"I’ve been training for three months and four days," he said.

Yang Yi had bulked up quite a bit, but he hadn’t developed noticeably big muscles; of course, becoming overweight was out of the question. While his muscle mass wasn’t overtly visible, except for the beautifully defined six-pack on his stomach, his arms hadn’t gotten much thicker. Yet, though he didn’t look heavier, his weight had increased by ten kilograms.

Having trained in martial arts for three months—if you count from when he started working out, it’s been four months—Yang Yi had made impressive progress in that time.

Zhang Yong sized up Yang Yi for a while before he nodded and said, "Well, to reach this level in three months, I wouldn’t believe it if you weren’t trained by me."

Yang Yi couldn’t help but laugh, "Then it’s all thanks to your excellent guidance."

Zhang Yong sighed and said, "Now, you can basically take on those prisoners without any trouble—you could handle ten or eight of them with ease. But if you encountered a real professional killer, I’m afraid you’d be the one to die."

Yang Yi was somewhat unconvinced and frowned, "Is that so?"

Zhang Yong exhaled and said, "Never mind those professional killers I’ve encountered before; even the tough guys in this prison could kill you, believe it or not? You could beat them, but they could kill you."

Yang Yi thought about it for a moment, then nodded, "It’s possible, that is indeed possible."

Zhang Yong waved his hand dismissively, "Alright, go out and start some trouble."

"Uh, what? What do you mean?"

Zhang Yong had a mischievous grin, "Are you able to eat your fill now?"

"No, I’m starving every day. I tell you, if I could eat my fill, I could train two more hours each day without any problem!"

Zhang Yong nodded, "I know. Professional boxers or martial artists can train for six hours a day, and I’ve seen those who train for eight hours. With the physical condition you’re in now, working out for two hours and training in martial arts for another two hours a day is indeed on the low side. If you had more to eat, it would be different, so..."

Smiling at Yang Yi, Zhang Yong continued, "So why don’t you go steal food from the other prisoners? To be honest, I thought you would’ve done that two months ago. I didn’t expect you’d still be hesitant until now. Didn’t you say you had a spat with Boxing King over food? Since you could steal from Boxing King, why not from others?"

Yang Yi was speechless, "Isn’t that a bit wrong?"

Zhang Yong laughed, "What’s wrong with that? This is prison, filled with the most vicious criminals. What’s there to be embarrassed about stealing food from their mouths? Go on, rob them. If anyone objects, just beat them into submission, and you can use it as a chance to practice your moves too. Just be careful not to kill anyone."

Yang Yi swallowed hard.

Yang Yi wasn’t a bad guy, he never was, so bullying the weak was never something he’d done, nor had he ever intended to do it.

But then, given Zhang Yong’s words, although instinctively repulsed by the idea of stealing food, Yang Yi hesitated only briefly before nodding.

"Fine! I’ll do it at noon today. Whose should I take?"

Zhang Yong shrugged, "Let’s leave our own cell block out of it; everyone’s too familiar to start trouble with. Go rob someone from another block. But let me tell you, if you stir up trouble, you’re on your own. Don’t expect me to cover for you. Even if someone stabs you to death right in front of me, I won’t lift a finger to help you. Got it?"

Yang Yi replied with utmost confidence, "Understood. Don’t worry—if I can’t beat them, I don’t deserve to be here!"

Zhang Yong said with a laugh, "Okay, it’s all on you now. Just remember to save some energy, or you’ll be too weak to fight when the time comes."

Yang Yi clenched his fist, "I need to think about who to pick a fight with today. Hm, there’s this guy, Ben, who I’ve had an issue with for a long time. I’ll teach him a lesson today!"