Reborn with Consumption System-Chapter 379 - 191: The Little Waist Spirit Seen Through at a Glance [Big - ]

His appearance on stage was sudden, and the end even more so. Excluding the initial twenty seconds of feeling each other out, the actual fight lasted less than ten seconds. During the match, Han Lie maintained a remarkably stable burst rhythm, showing no signs of fatigue. After the fight, however, his breath grew short, and sweat poured from him instantly. But it was worth it; the feeling of victory in the boxing ring was just too exhilarating.

Every man’s genes might contain a primal instinct. Modern society no longer allows us to tear enemies apart with weapons, so various competitive sports with intense opposition were invented to release our combative nature. Previously, Han Lie wasn’t particularly fond of watching boxing, mixed martial arts (MMA), or similar competitions—he didn’t find them exciting. Only after stepping into the ring himself did he finally understand what kind of joy this was. It was indeed barbaric, but also genuinely thrilling.

The only pity was... Xu Wei was too unskilled. Han Lie glanced at Xu Wei, still lying groggy on the stage, and felt thoroughly unsatisfied. So, he turned his gaze to the crowd below. Could he find another opponent?

A sweep of his eyes landed on the Tilted-Head Dragon King; being the tallest, he was the most conspicuous, standing out from the crowd. But as soon as Han Lie’s gaze shifted to him... The Dragon King actually flinched! Not only did he tuck his neck in, but he also clamped his legs together tightly, even forcing an ingratiating smile. "Bro, see how nicely I’m smiling?!"

Leisurely, Han Lie walked to the ropes and held out his hands. The sparring partner quickly darted over to help him remove his gloves. Meanwhile, Han Lie nonchalantly scanned the crowd below, still looking for the students who had approached him earlier. Weren’t there still two fish that had slipped the net?

The result was quite disappointing. There were people clapping and many discussing, but not a single one seemed eager to spar. Wherever Han Lie’s gaze swept, people averted theirs. The two guys who had initially approached him had shrunk into the crowd and were nowhere to be found. Conversely, a large empty space had cleared around the rest area where Pan Ge was, leaving her standing there all alone. Sigh, how boring.

Leaning on the ropes, Han Lie spaced out for about half a minute. Finally, Michelle and Tango finished checking Xu Wei’s condition. They helped him up and had him sit on the canvas, still dazed. He had no serious injuries; the headgear hadn’t been worn for nothing, after all. The main issue was taking a fully-powered cross straight to the face, followed by a barrage of hooks to the head from both sides, which momentarily made him doubt his existence. Additionally, he had taken a vicious blow to his right lower rib cage, which throbbed intensely with pain.

Seeing that Xu Wei wasn’t seriously hurt, Michelle couldn’t be bothered to waste any more time on him. She rushed over, grabbed Han Lie, and chattered non-stop, extremely excited. "That hook was beautiful! How did you spot his weakness?"

Hearing this, all the students below perked up their ears. Xu Wei was a well-known skilled amateur in their circle—tall, powerfully built, and with decent technique. No one had expected him to lose so miserably.

"Yeah, Han, tell us all about it!" one student called out.

It wasn’t just the students who were interested. Even Xu Wei, having somewhat recovered his senses, lifted his head and stared at Han Lie, his gaze a mixture of bewilderment and simmering resentment.

"What’s there to talk about?" Han Lie said, watching the sparring partner unravel his hand wraps, then nonchalantly delivered the verbal coup de grâce: "Beating him? It was as easy as taking candy from a baby, wasn’t it?"

Damn it! Xu Wei clutched his ribs, his expression dark, but he didn’t dare jump up and argue further. The pain hadn’t even subsided yet...

The students below who hadn’t tried to hit on Pan Ge, and thus had nothing to fear, started clamoring, urging Han Lie to explain exactly how it was "as easy as taking candy from a baby."

Since Han Lie was idle anyway, he casually dug a deeper hole for Xu Wei.

"You’re all intimidated by his height and weight, but have you ever considered how slow his footwork and turning speed are? He’s 1.85 meters tall, but look at his reach. With his standard guard, his elbows only come down to his lower ribs, leaving his lower abdomen naturally vulnerable. Especially his jab after a passive turn—he can’t retract it effectively.

"And even though he can’t retract it properly, he loves to throw wild punches. Who even taught him that? Next time you spar with him, circle more, bait his punches, then use a shifting step to hook his lower ribs. If that misses, follow with another hook.

"He has a large frame to defend, but his actual defensive coverage is too small. Feint him a little to create space, and you’ll find openings everywhere. Plus, his movements are so slow... Those muscles are clearly just from pumping iron in the gym, right? This guy’s only strengths are his thick muscles and his ability to take a beating. He’d have a promising future as a human punching bag..."

"HAHAHA!"

A roar of laughter erupted from the crowd below. When everyone looked at Xu Wei again, the previous respect and fear were mostly gone, replaced by teasing smirks, mockery, and an eagerness to challenge him themselves. His face dark and head hung low, Xu Wei didn’t even remove his gloves as he fled the stage area.

Han Lie glanced his way but didn’t stop him or demand an apology. Unnecessary. If he acts cocky next time, I’ll just beat him again.

Only after a real fight on stage did Han Lie truly understand the saying: "A difference in skill by a hair’s breadth means you’re worlds apart." The gap between being almost at the peak of Level 3 and a novice at Level 4 might seem tiny, but it truly wasn’t. Lacking a single technical detail meant a significant flaw in one aspect. If an opponent just a notch above targeted that flaw, what chance would one have? Assuming equal physical attributes, that tiny line was an insurmountable chasm.

By the same token, if a boxer and a mixed martial artist of the same skill level and weight class got into a street fight, the boxer would be beaten so badly their own mother wouldn’t recognize them. If you don’t know how to defend against takedowns and ground fighting, an opponent skilled in Gracie Jiu-Jitsu would close in and twist you into a pretzel. The Strong Man Locking Technique truly is a god-tier 1v1 skill...