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Chapter 37: 037 Temptation_1 Chapter 37: 037 Temptation_1 In the hall of the Grey Stamp Martial Arts Hall’s public area.

“You’ve been waiting for quite a while, haven’t you?”

Casio was standing at the door, looking over to his right.

On that side were four boys and one girl. All already dressed in Grey Stamp Martial Art Hall’s student attire, they were warming up. Some were punching sandbags, others were messing with metal equipment.

Three of them were familiar to Casio – they were the same three he had taken to dinner last night, Tifa Milofere.

The other two were other students who had registered yesterday.

“It’s okay, Coach Li Wei, there’s still five minutes before class, we were just warming up.” Tifa dropped her fists that were pounding the sandbag, her curvy figure barely hidden by the training attire.

“Hmm.” Casio nodded,”By the way, Tifa. Can you unlock the training room for me? I’m going to the locker room to change.”

With that, he tossed her the keys in his hand.

“The room number is on it, the others can follow as well.”

“Yes.” “Okay.” “…”

Watching the silhouettes of the five students leaving, Casio made his way to the coaches’ locker room along the corridor. He opened his personal locker, quickly changed into a sturdy beige combat suit.

He threw his original clothes and hat into the locker and locked the door. He then walked out under the dim yellow light above him.

Ten minutes later, in training room B-15.

Phil was in a forward lunge, his waist was straight. His left fist was tucked into his waist and his right fist was held out in the air.

On the side, Casio was continuously correcting his form, while explaining to the four onlooking students, “A correct punching stance is fundamental. If your fundamentals are incorrect, no matter how much you practice later on, it won’t be correct. This creates a significant gap between you and others…”

Two minutes later, Phil’s forehead and back were covered in sweat.

His body was trembling and his joints felt numb and sore. He was tired, but feeling Tifa’s gaze from the side made him feel less fatigued, at least mentally.

“Alright, Phil, you can take a break now.” Casio patted Phil’s shoulder. It’s good to persist, but overdoing it isn’t.

His coaching method was a complete imitation of how Lixia from the Youth Training Camp did it. The idea was to make a deep impression on the students by pointing out all the errors in their form in front of everyone, then forcing them to hold the correct stance for three to four minutes.

Any student with a normal psychological tolerance could remember 50% of the corrections after one round, greatly benefiting their later training.

Of course, there were also students with a strong ego and high sensitivity. Casio followed this strategy only after he had a grasp of Phil’s personality.

“Huff…”

Relieved, Phil let out a breath. Seeing Tifa attentively listening to the class next to him, he discreetly massaged his foot.

“Alright, next we’re going to demonstrate the next movement. Milo, come over here.” Phil heard this and looked at his friend.

Milo, looking helpless, stood up and walked over. As he passed Phil, he seemed to mutter something under his breath.

“Why am I, a swordsman, learning to box?”

Time passed quickly. Two hours was both long and short. Glancing at his watch, it was already six o’clock.

“Alright, we’ll stop here for today. See you tomorrow.”

Casio opened the door to the training room and headed towards the common area. A group of students who needed to change clothes followed him.

On the vast, gray, grid-like streets of Red Tower Street, the cold wind carried leaves and tattered newspapers, lowly drifting into the distance.

The edge of the sky was a bit red, blindingly so. The pale yellow clouds merged with the red sky, creating a peculiar, mystical color. A flock of black birds flew from the west to the east.

In the twilight, a man in a black jacket, jeans, and sunglasses was leisurely smoking a cigarette, slowly exhaling a ring of smoke.

“Here we are, Grey Stamp Martial Arts Hall, Li Wei.”

A cruel smile emerged from the corner of his mouth.

With a flick, he extinguished the cigarette under his palm.

The tall silhouette walked towards the direction of the martial arts hall.

In the hall.

“You’re the one called Li Wei?”

“Who are you?”

Casio looked at the man in sunglasses suspiciously. This man was as tall and strong as him, and had a strong smell of smoke on him.

“Never mind that, I heard you’re pretty good at martial arts, let’s have a match!” The man brushed through his thick hair, looking cool and confident.

“What are you standing there for? Afraid of a challenge?” The man in shades smirked, subconsciously taking out a cigarette from his breast pocket and placing it in his mouth.

“The rules of the martial arts hall stipulate that you have to pay a challenge fee first.”

Casio calmly said, challenge fees are necessary for a challenge. If not, we would be pestered to death. The time spent in free challenging would be better spent in practicing the Secret Martial Art.

“Ah, really?” The sunglasses man glanced around.

Several attracted students nodded in agreement.

“Alright then.”

He nonchalantly twisted his neck and walked towards the front desk. He was about to speak to the old man reading a yellow book in a chair.

“Smoking is prohibited in the Martial Arts Hall,” he stated.

“Ah, really?” The sunglasses man lifted his head, surprising himself by discovering the non-smoking sign on the wall behind the old man, coughing twice.

He then quietly hid the unlit cigarette in his shirt.

“I want to challenge that guy called Li Wei.” The sunglasses man said as he took out a black wallet: “How much?”

“Li Wei the coach? That would be a thousand,” the old man responded, glancing at him and then looking back at his yellow book.

“How much?!”

The sunglasses man’s action of flipping the wallet froze temporarily.

“A thousand!” The old man’s voice was remarkably loud.

Seemingly irritated by his peaceful reading being disrupted.

“This… This is expensive.” Feeling the surrounding eyes on him, the sunglasses man coughed: “Let me count, one, two…”

That’s it.

“Damn, a hundred short!” the sunglasses man cursed under his breath.

“No worries, nine hundred is fine, I’ll cover the rest.” Casio suddenly interrupted, handing over a banknote.

“Thank you.”

The sunglasses man sneered.

He passed the ten bank notes to the old man at the desk.

Five minutes later, on the dusky streets.

The sunglasses man gave a blank look at the Grey Stamp Martial Arts Hall behind him.

He lasted only ten rounds.

He got a purplish bruise on his cheek and lost the nine hundred federation dollars he usually keeps in his wallet to buy cigarettes.

“I simply couldn’t defend against his punches; he must be an expert who has mastered the level five federation combat techniques and has been at the peak for several years…” the sunglasses man thought to himself.

In the villa’s hall, on two soft and comfortable sofas.

A refined youngster in a white shirt sat on the left and a burly man wearing sunglasses sat on the right.

“Does he really have the strength of a level five federation peak player?” The youth lightly adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, their crescent lenses reflecting a faint light.

“Seriously, why would I lie to you? Look at my face.”

The sunglasses man pointed at the white plaster on his left cheek.

To him, this minor flesh wound wasn’t a big deal, only the embarrassment in the Martial Arts Hall was a bit painful. He was used to dealing with shady businesses with the Kilan Gang’s Matthew, hence his personality wasn’t very restrictive. He usually would have exploded in situations like this, but Matthew’s younger brother Phil was present, so he had to endure.

What’s regretful was the whopping nine hundred dollars for cigarettes, a sore loss…

“Level five peak, this Li Wei is worth befriending!” A smile appeared on Matthew’s handsome face, and he snapped his fingers.

“Tomorrow afternoon I will go and pick up my little brother after school.”

“Ahem… can the travel expenses be reimbursed?” The sunglasses man on the side stroked his chin.

“How much?”

“Nine hundred.”

“Which vehicle did you get on that costs nine hundred dollars?!”

“Anyway, nine hundred, are you giving it or not… ”