RING Of Fate

"Meow, how many points do I need to do the next lucky draw?" Long Yang asked in his mind.

"200."

"Why does it take so many points?" Long Yang ground his teeth.

"The point is set according to the host's capability. It is not difficult for you to gain 200 Fame points now."

"Fine!" Long Yang knew it could be useless to argue with the system. He stopped complaining and shut the system interface.

After he changed the clothes, he walked out the locker room. Zhao Xiaoyu was waiting at the gate of the Boxing School.

"Why did you admit defeat?" She asked in a cold voice.

"Xiaoyu, please move out of the way."

"Were you looking down on me, or you believed I'm no match for you?" Zhao Xiaoyu had no intention of making way for Long Yang. She gave a murderous look at him.

"I didn't mean it that way." Long Yang sighed with profound resignation. To be honest, he was much stronger than Zhao Xiaoyu after he had completely mastered the Intermediate Stamina. He had at least three opportunities to defeat Zhao Xiaoyu on the boxing ring just now.

"Fight with me." Zhao Xiaoyu demanded.

Long Yang didn't expect Zhao Xiaoyu to care about the outcome of the fight this much. If he refused to fight with her, he would be unable to leave the Boxing School.

"Okay." Long Yang agreed.

"Take that!" Zhao Xiaoyu stepped forward and kicked Long Yang right on the waist.

Long Yang kicked Zhao Xiaoyu on the leg. Meanwhile, he threw his fist toward her neck.

Bang!

Their legs collided in the air and made a dreary sound. Zhao Xiaoyu immediately felt pins and needles in her leg. At this moment, Long Yang's fist was about to beat her ear. The sound of wind stimulated her eardrum.

Zhao Xiaoyu changed color. She immediately pulled her head back and blocked Long Yang's arm with hers.

However, Long Yang suddenly stepped aside and threw another fist to her face. Zhao Xiaoyu helpless watched his fist being enlarged in front of her and stopping in front of her nose.

"Xiaoyu, you lose." Long Yang took back his fist. He flashed a row of teeth.

"How's it possible." Zhao Xiaoyu didn't believe it.

"I'm stronger than you. You shouldn't launch a frontal attack. If you made full use of your speed, maybe I'm not your rival." Long Yang remarked earnestly.

"Never mind. I lose. I won't make an excuse for it. Name it, what do you want from me?"

"Xiaoyu, it's just a joke. Don't mind it." Long Yang smiled.

"No. You must say it." Zhao Xiaoyu insisted.

Long Yang offered seriously, "I want to learn the three unique skills in Zhao Boxing Art."

"That's impossible. Only our family members can learn those." Zhao Xiaoyu rejected him.

"All I want is that." Long Yang shrugged his shoulder indifferently. He turned and was about to leave.

"Wait!" Zhao Xiaoyu stopped him.

Long Yang turned around and looked at her.

"I'll ask my brother about that and give you an answer next time."

"Okay! I'll wait for that?"

After leaving the Boxing School, Long Yang called out the system interface again. The Fame only increased by 1 point. Their second fight finished in a short time, and no one had noticed that except for a receptionist.

"What a pity! I should have defeated Zhao Xiaoyu in the boxing ring, so I can earn more Fame points." Long Yang sighed.

Suddenly, he saw an advertis.e.m.e.nt for pianist outside a café. The hourly wage was 50 yuan, and working hours were from 8 p.m. to 10 p.m.

Long Yang suddenly had an idea and entered the café.