Through the thick curtains, a sliver of gray-white daylight seeped in; it was already light outside.

The woman was still asleep. She wasn't snoring, but her breathing was a bit heavy.

The face washed free of makeup was very fair, but there were fine lines at the corners of her eyes. Her breath also carried some odor. After all, she's a thirty-year-old woman now, and her bodily functions have begun their decline.

Luckily, Yao Min was good-looking and knew how to take care of herself. The key thing was her solid foundation; long-term nightclub work still kept her in decent shape.

Especially her skin, which was smooth and white, supple yet hydrated.

Gao Xuan gently caressed Yao Min's sleek back; in truth, Yao Min's condition was much better than his. His body had been heavily corroded by alcohol.

Last night, pressured to exert his Spiritual Power, only then did he defeat Yao Min, making her collapse in bed.

Gao Xuan was exhausted too, needing six hours of sleep just to recover.

Such a frail body, even inferior to his state at seven or eight years old. This made him miss his Golden Body even more.

An unprecedentedly weak flesh also made desire seem so murky. The two, drenched in sweat, entwined violently, gasping sharply, using all their strength to seek pleasure and warmth from one another.

This was a feeling Gao Xuan had never experienced before.

In terms of process, such intercourse was downright crude. But in terms of outcome, there was hardly any difference.

Golden Powerhouse Gao Xuan, weak mortal Gao Xuan—even if the level of life had a huge difference, the core had no difference.

Experiencing ordinary life, Gao Xuan found it very interesting. The only problem was that the initiative wasn't in his hands but was controlled by the Nine-Revolutions Divine Cicada.

This game, he didn't have a say in it. That's where the real trouble lies.

Perhaps awakened by Gao Xuan's touch, Yao Min drowsily turned around to glance at Gao Xuan: "What's up, old guy, you still okay?"

"Still not convinced, huh? Then let's try."

Gao Xuan was actually a bit tired, but his Spiritual Power was strong; as long as he wanted, he could always manage another round.

After a fierce battle, Yao Min was left soft as mud and smiling from ear to ear, satisfaction brimming on her fair face.

"The old guy's quite fierce..."

Yao Min lingered in bed for a while but eventually got up, "You still have to go to work, I'll get you some breakfast."

Yao Min went downstairs to buy Gao Xuan soy milk and deep-fried dough sticks, meat buns; Gao Xuan ate to his fill before heading downstairs and leaving, while Yao Min continued catching up on her sleep.

Leaving Yao Min's home, the sun was already high outside.

Gao Xuan rented a shared bike and rode to the Flying Tiger Boxing Hall, arriving just at ten o'clock.

Gao Xuan went to the changing room for a shower and changed his clothes, then leisurely strolled into the boxing hall lobby.

Several professional boxers were training under the guidance of their fitness coach, each already drenched in sweat.

This world lacks any Extraordinary Power, so a boxer must first have a strong body.

Once a boxer's physique is formed, checking muscle and skeletal conditions can generally determine the boxer's future.

Of course, there are a few with exceptional talent, keen Combat Awareness, better technique; even if their body is slightly lacking, they can still thrive.

Normally, the physical state among boxers doesn't vary too much.

Several robust young boxers had beautiful muscle lines, and their skin gleamed with vitality. Such exuberant Life Force radiated outward without restraint.

Gao Xuan sighed a bit, if only this body were twenty years younger, he could easily become world number one.

Now, well, the situation was more challenging.

Relying on strong Spiritual Power, Gao Xuan could stimulate internal cellular regeneration, control hormone secretion, reshaping his body as he pleased.

Given time, he should be able to achieve this.

The key issue was whether he needed to do so?

A forty-year-old boxer rising against odds defied natural human physiological laws. Once he became famous, he would face endless scrutiny and countless examinations.

Even if he could handle these issues, what would he gain by achieving the first rank?

Having been in this world for a day, Gao Xuan hadn't yet figured out what his next move should be.

Gao Xuan felt a bit lost; no matter what he did, he always had a clear goal and a detailed plan.

This situation made him very uncomfortable.

In training, Yu Xiaoming occasionally glanced at Gao Xuan, his gaze rather fierce.

During a break in training, fellow boxer He Zhi'an asked, puzzled: "What grudge do you have against Old Gao? You're always targeting him."

Yu Xiaoming snorted: "My uncle Yu Guang used to be a boxer, and over ten years ago, Gao Xuan broke his left leg. After recovering, his leg couldn't exert strength anymore, forcing him to retire from the boxing scene."

"Oh."

He Zhi'an nodded, although he didn't think Gao Xuan was wrong, it was understandable for Yu Xiaoming to seek trouble with Gao Xuan.

He Zhi'an advised: "Old Gao did alright before, he has many friends in the circle. If you want to box well, don't provoke him. If you really injure him, your life could be ruined."

Boxers train for competition in the ring, not to bully ordinary people.

Gao Xuan was an old hand in Jianghu, Yu Xiaoming being so impulsive could truly be set back for life if Gao Xuan played dirty on him.

Yu Xiaoming is somewhat impulsive, but he's not a bad person. He has strong personal abilities, and for boxing matches outside the gym, we need fighters like him.

Yu Xiaoming said indifferently, "He's just an old punk, what can he do to me."

He Zhi'an looked at Yu Xiaoming's attitude and couldn't be bothered to say much. He's not his own son, after all, saying too much would just annoy others.

As the sparring partner, Gao Xuan didn't have much to do in the morning, so he helped organize the equipment. The morning was pretty uneventful.

The gym provided lunch, which didn't taste particularly good, but it was nutritious and balanced.

In the afternoon, the coach arranged for Gao Xuan to serve as a punching target for He Zhi'an. The coach was also familiar with Gao Xuan and wanted to avoid any conflict with Yu Xiaoming.

In fact, being a sparring partner is quite demanding. Although Gao Xuan is older now, he weighs twenty kilograms more than the other fighters, and he's trained for many years himself, so handling punches is easy for him.

Gao Xuan was just passing time; his fighting skills were superior to the coach's, but he was too lazy to bother explaining. He also liked drinking, which made the gym reluctant to trust him as a coach.

By five in the afternoon, Gao Xuan was already sitting aside, waiting to clock out.

In the octagonal cage, two fighters were simulating a real match. Although it was a simulation, both were serious, and He Zhi'an's face was already bruised.

Yu Xiaoming was strong and had more explosive power. His skills were good too, constantly dominating He Zhi'an.

After three rounds, the coach called a halt. He Zhi'an wasn't in good form; after all, he was thirty years old, and there was a considerable gap between him and the twenty-five or twenty-six-year-old peak Yu Xiaoming.

Yu Xiaoming, however, was in great form. He couldn't help but gesture to Gao Xuan, who was idly sitting outside, "Old Gao, aren't you known as a fierce tiger? Come play."

As soon as he said this, he attracted the attention of a group of people around.

This professional gym was sponsored by the Flying Tiger fitness brand, aimed at boosting Flying Tiger's reputation.

Everyone in the gym was a professional, and from Yu Xiaoming's tone, they knew what he wanted to do. Everyone there knew Gao Xuan and his past glorious achievements.

Seeing Yu Xiaoming challenge Gao Xuan, everyone was quite interested.

The coach hesitated for a moment but didn't say anything. Yu Xiaoming constantly targeting Gao Xuan was a troublesome matter. If both parties could resolve this in the ring, that would be ideal.

If Gao Xuan knew he couldn't win, he could just back down. Now that Yu Xiaoming was the main fighter of the gym, his feelings naturally had to be considered.

Old Fatty wasn't around today, and others thought Gao Xuan was just there for free meals, so their impression of him wasn't great. No one stepped in to smooth things over for Gao Xuan.

Gao Xuan replied unhurriedly, "You weigh twenty kilograms less than me, fighting me is just asking for trouble."

Gao Xuan, standing at one meter eighty-eight, weighed one hundred kilograms due to some weight gain.

Yu Xiaoming was less than eighty kilograms, a significant difference in weight class.

Normally, such a weight difference would make fighting impractical.

Yu Xiaoming was unfazed, "Come on, I promise not to beat you to death."

This was a bold statement, but as a professional fighter, Yu Xiaoming had reasons to be confident.

Gao Xuan didn't dawdle; he strode to the edge of the octagonal cage. The coach silently handed him a pair of standard 4-ounce split-finger gloves.

"You're really not worried, aren't you afraid I'll beat your pupil till he wets himself?"

Gao Xuan joked, and the coach shrugged helplessly, indicating that he couldn't control the situation either.

Gao Xuan put on the gloves and entered the octagonal cage, where Yu Xiaoming was already impatiently bouncing back and forth, "Let's begin."

The coach glanced at Gao Xuan and then nodded, "Start."

Although Yu Xiaoming talked tough, he was cautious when it came to action. He tentatively circled Gao Xuan.

After all, Gao Xuan was five or six centimeters taller and twenty kilograms heavier. Plus, he had an arm-length advantage. Just standing opposite him put immense pressure on Yu Xiaoming.

Gao Xuan kept his guard up, protecting his face. Although his opponent was a weakling, his bodily reactions were slow, so he couldn't be too reckless.

After circling for half a turn, Yu Xiaoming grew impatient and cautiously probed with a jab.

Gao Xuan suddenly stepped forward into the jab. Sensing something off, Yu Xiaoming quickly backed off to protect himself, but Gao Xuan's powerful hook punch penetrated between Yu Xiaoming's defense, landing right on his chin.

For a fighter, the chin is the most dangerous place. Once hit, the fight is basically over.

Yu Xiaoming indeed kept his chin tucked tightly, but Gao Xuan's punch was precise and ruthless, offering Yu Xiaoming no chance.

Gao Xuan doesn't need to strengthen his body; his strong spiritual power enables him to react very quickly. Although his body can't synchronize, it doesn't hinder him from defeating weak opponents.

With just a movement of Yu Xiaoming's shoulder, Gao Xuan could predict his next move. Dealing with Yu Xiaoming was all too easy.

Yu Xiaoming's small frame couldn't withstand such a heavy blow; his eyes rolled back as he fell flat on his back.

The coach was startled and quickly rushed over to protect Yu Xiaoming, afraid Gao Xuan might follow up with more punches.

The other spectators were stunned as well. They all knew that Gao Xuan used to be a formidable fighter. But that was all in the past, and they didn't have a clear sense of how capable he was now.

Today, Gao Xuan ended the match with one punch. Clearly, this was not just a lucky shot.

Looking again at Gao Xuan, everyone's gaze now held a sense of awe.

In a place like the gym, things are simple: as long as you can fight, you can earn respect.

Gao Xuan casually waved to the crowd, then leaned over to the coach and asked with concern, "How's the kid doing? Did he wet his pants?"

The coach was speechless, thinking this guy really had a sharp tongue.

The dazed Yu Xiaoming, who had just regained consciousness, heard this comment and blushed with embarrassment.

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