Reborn with Consumption System-Chapter 380 - 191: The Little Waist Spirit Seen Through at a Glance [Big - ]_2
So, Han Lie decided it was time to expand his training repertoire. Muay Thai, wrestling, and Gracie Jiu-Jitsu were three disciplines he absolutely needed to integrate and develop.
Once he reached a decent level in those, he would then move on to Baji, Bagua, and Tai Chi.
The latter three were groundwork for armed combat training.
In fact, after bringing his boxing skill up to Level 4, Han Lie had begun to doubt the practical combat effectiveness of the three major internal martial arts styles; those internal strengthening arts weren’t really designed for fighting.
How could Bagua palm techniques, without a dagger, or Baji fist, without a spear, ever hope to battle Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu?
In unarmed one-on-one combat, Gracie Jiu-Jitsu was the strongest on earth.
As Dog Bro always said!
Anyone who had seen a few MMA fights knew that so-called renowned moves like Baji’s devastating elbow strikes or Bagua’s roaming palm techniques were riddled with openings—nothing more than fancy posturing.
As for tactics like groin attacks and eye-gouging, they severely underestimated a skilled fighter’s sense of distance and evasive abilities.
Trying to gouge out Tyson’s eyes was far less practical than just grabbing him and biting his ear.
But when weapons were involved, the tables turned completely—traditional martial arts reigned supreme!
Boxing could at least incorporate knuckle dusters, but wrestling and Gracie Jiu-Jitsu were utterly useless. How could they possibly expect to defeat Bagua sabers, Baji spears, or Tai Chi sword-and-shield techniques with their bare heads?
This was probably the biggest difference between traditional martial arts and modern combat sports.
One consisted of martial routines and weapon fundamentals simplified from armed combat of the cold weapon era; the other comprised pure unarmed fighting skills refined in a competitive sports environment. They simply couldn’t be compared within the same framework.
Han Lie was determined to become the strongest man on Earth, so he certainly wouldn’t be one-sided in his training.
He had to learn modern combat sports, practice traditional martial arts, and even the art of the bedroom could not be neglected. Only then could he be considered truly well-rounded.
Ha! Watch out, Chen Yanfei, here comes my Dongxuanzi Thirty-Six Forms!
As for why not Pan Ge or Xi Luting... Well, those two lightweights... a single ’Level Thrust Great Spear’ move would be more than enough for them.
After unwrapping his hands, Han Lie ignored Old Mi’s rambling and, with Pan Ge in tow, strode away.
Little Pan was extremely excited, her hands linked behind her back, bouncing with every step and humming a tune.
"Quite satisfied with my performance?" Han Lie immediately teased her. "Then how about a reward?"
Pan Ge replied, her eyes crinkling as she smiled radiantly, "What kind of reward do you want? I’ll consider it."
"How about... not going back tonight?" The dog of a man was practically drooling, making no effort to hide his wolfish intentions, yet he phrased it quite romantically, "These past few days, whenever I missed you, I’d find myself up in the middle of the night, staring at the stars..."
But Pan Ge completely missed his romantic overture.
"Nah, I can’t get the time off. You? You should just keep on burning with that fever for a few more days! Bye-bye!"
She giggled playfully, hopped happily into her car, and made no comment whatsoever on Han Lie’s gallant performance.
Of course, whether she had been moved by it, or if her affection for him had skyrocketed, only she truly knew.
But Han Lie also knew that if he managed to stun her like that a couple more times, she definitely wouldn’t be able to resist.
What young woman could withstand such potent flirtation?
Women have never been attracted to talent itself, but rather to the unique sense of mystery and the storied aura surrounding a multi-talented man, as well as the vanity that being with such a man could satisfy.
Therefore, even if Pan Ge had not the slightest interest in boxing, she would still give Han Lie’s actions today full marks.
Ninety points stemmed from Han Lie’s display of possessiveness and protectiveness towards her, nine points for the surprise of his victory, and only the final point for the beautiful technique itself.
See? In the end, whether he won or lost wasn’t important at all. The moment Han Lie stepped forward to stand up for her, that dog of a man had already won by a landslide.
If he had actually gotten beaten up, he could have played the part of the wounded hero that night and milked it for some tender loving care.
Being moved by someone’s actions isn’t love, but that feeling can transform into fondness, and when fondness deepens, it becomes love.
As soon as Pan Ge left, Han Lie immediately pulled out his phone. Sure enough, his missed calls were already full of urgent messages from Fang Tongzhi and the others.
They had agreed the previous day that they would be giving Haohao a "farewell party" tonight, and everyone was likely getting impatient.
"Where are you guys?"
"Oh, my dear Han Bro! Why did it take you so long to call back? Hurry, hurry! Huaihai Middle Road, Xiangjiang Plaza, fourth floor, M2..."
Han Lie was a bit baffled. He racked his brain but still couldn’t recall the place.
Much later in life, when he started frequenting nightclubs with his colleagues, they always went to places like Master, Couple, AKOMA, and OC.
OC, in particular, was notoriously flashy, practically a designated money-burning spot for the finance crowd.
But Han Lie preferred AKOMA. It was always packed with mask-wearing international students who had returned to the country and numerous Douyin celebrities. Neither group really cared if you spent money on them; as long as a friend brought you along, they were happy to hang out.
But what did today’s kids enjoy? Who knew.
Ah, time... he mused. It feels like I’m tagging along with the previous generation to go clubbing.
Han Lie quietly scoffed to himself, but he acted quickly, hailing a cab and heading straight for Xiangjiang Plaza.
Upon arriving at the fourth floor, Wang Xiaotian and Ma Lian were waiting at the entrance, puffing on cigarettes and lecherously eyeing the passing girls.
"Han Shao!"
"God Lie!"
"Sorry, have you been waiting long?"
"Nah! You’re the guest of honor tonight, so of course we should wait for you!"
Ma Lian warmly shook Han Lie’s hand, then swept an arm across the waiting area with a flourish. "We’ve secured a prime booth! Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’re set up in style tonight. See someone you like? Just take your pick!"
Man, you don’t sound like a Magic Capital local, more like a smooth-talking hustler from Imperial Capital...
The group squeezed toward a large central booth in front of the dance floor. Surprisingly, one booth wasn’t enough, so they ended up getting two adjacent ones.
Fang Tongzhi, Ma Ke, Liu Yingjun, and the others were all there. Naturally, Zhao Shengnan and Lou Xiaoxiao were present as well, but Fang Tong’s girlfriend, Lulu, hadn’t come.
