Nightmare Despair

Chapter 39 Morning Star Club

The force of the punch grazed past Zhou Kai's ear without making a sound.

His figure, like a weightless falling leaf, glided lightly half a step to the right.

Old Yang's punch, which he had gathered with all his might, missed its mark.

Moreover, in the instant he lost his footing and was eager to find the next opportunity to attack, Zhou Kai's hands had already moved up like ghosts, precisely locking his joints.

grappling?

Innocent!

In the face of an absolute power disparity, skill is a joke.

Old Yang snorted coldly, his arm and shoulder muscles bulged instantly, and he shook violently, trying to use explosive force to shake off his opponent.

However, Zhou Kai remained completely still.

A force no less powerful than his, and even more refined and profound, locked his resistance like an iron clamp, nipping his attempt in the bud.

Hey!
A dull thud as it landed.

Arm twisting, leg tripping, all done in one smooth motion.

Old Yang felt dizzy and completely lost his balance, like a stone statue that had been overturned, crashing heavily into the soft grass.

Zhou Kai certainly didn't use his full strength, and with the grass cushioning the impact, the blow wasn't heavy.

Old Yang landed on his back with a muffled groan, then used the force of the fall to roll over and get back up.

But his face had turned a deep liver color.

How could I have been defeated in one move by a mere brat?
This would be a loss of face.

Without saying a word, he roared and attacked again.

"Great! He's much faster than Lao Yang!"

Feng Mingtai's eyes lit up; he found the clean and decisive fall just now incredibly satisfying to watch.

Ma Yifan let out a long sigh of relief, his palms sweating.

Kai-ge, as expected, did not disappoint him.

Before they could exchange more words, Old Yang pounced again and was already in front of Zhou Kai.

This time, he showed no mercy, exhaling heavy white breath as he threw every punch with all his might.

Swish swish!

A few feints pierced the air, intended to confuse Zhou Kai's judgment.

Just as Zhou Kai raised his hand to block, Old Yang's eyes hardened, his body suddenly sank, and he delivered a tricky swing punch with the force of wind and thunder, aiming straight for Zhou Kai's waist and ribs.

The punch was fast and hard; the fist, the size of a teapot, was about to strike Zhou Kai's waist, leaving him no room to dodge.

Once hit, it's like "liver explosion," instantly losing the ability to fight.

Seeing this, Fischl's beautiful eyes flashed with worry that she tried her best to hide, and she almost blurted out a call to stop.

She could tell that Old Yang was really angry.

The fact that Zhou Kai was able to force him to disregard the agreement and use such force is enough to prove his own strength.

"Old Yang..."

Fischl's heart pounded wildly, and she was about to speak.

Without dodging or avoiding, Zhou Kai simply extended his right hand and steadily caught Lao Yang's heavy punch. Then, he leaned down, grabbed Lao Yang's fist with his left hand, and gripped his upper arm like an iron claw with his right hand. With both arms exerting force at the same time, he pulled Lao Yang into his arms!
Finally, his shoulder slammed into Old Yang's chest like a battering ram.

Bang!
With a muffled sound.

All the onlookers saw was that Zhou Kai lifted Old Yang's massive body, weighing over 80 kilograms, at an incredible angle.

He was like a sack that had been thrown into the air, tracing an awkward parabola before crashing heavily two meters away.

Bang!
This fall was ten times more severe than the previous one.

Old Yang couldn't catch his breath and his face turned purplish-red.

He struggled to his feet, his eyes gradually becoming bloodshot, his voice hoarse: "Young man, do you really want to do this to me?"

"Look at you."

……

A moment later, unsurprisingly, Old Yang was once again easily taken down by Zhou Kai.

Despite the lack of obvious external injuries from the repeated heavy falls, his internal organs were repeatedly shaken, his breathing was completely disordered, and his complexion was frighteningly pale.

"That's enough! That's enough!"

"Yang Hao! Stop embarrassing yourself!"

Fischl's eyes lit up, and she loudly stopped Yang Hao, who was still trying to get up.

Yang Hao tried to struggle, but Zhou Kai held him down by the shoulder with one hand, making him unable to move.

"Didn't we agree to stop here?"

"You are no match for me."

In terms of skill, Zhou Kai and Yang Hao are probably evenly matched in Level 3 mixed martial arts.

But Zhou Kai's advantage is not only in his skills.

In terms of strength, he is undeniably superior; in terms of speed and agility, he surpasses them all in an overwhelming manner.

The bloodshot and angry look in Yang Hao's eyes gradually faded, and he became clear-headed.

He remained silent for a long time before admitting defeat, saying, "That's right, I'm not as good as you."

Zhou Kai then let go of his hand and helped him up.

Yang Hao avoided his young mistress's gaze, lowered his head, and asked in a dry voice, "Enhanced human? Or... a True Strength Martial Artist?"

Zhou Kai was drawn to the key words in his words.

But just as he was about to ask more questions, his view was blocked by Fischl and his three companions who rushed over excitedly.

"That's enough! Absolutely enough! Ten thousand a month!"

Fischl looked at Zhou Kai, her eyes filled with undisguised admiration. "Five classes a week. If we're not available, you'll take paid leave!"

Five hundred yuan per class?
Zhou Kai was speechless; the money of the rich is truly nothing.

He smiled somewhat awkwardly: "Sure, of course."

Seeing this, Ma Yifan quickly interjected, "Then... is today considered the first class?"

Fischl thought about it and realized that he didn't have any plans for today.

She nodded: "That works too."

"You'll have plenty to brag about from now on, being my personal trainer."

"By the way, Yifan said you wanted to start a club to increase revenue?"

Fischl stroked her chin with her slender fingers and said casually, "Hurry up and think of a name. When we get back, I'll have someone help you get the business license and other documents sorted out."

So exaggerated?

Zhou Kai was slightly taken aback. He had only planned to be a private coach and had never thought about starting a club.

But since Fischl brought it up, he had no reason to refuse.

A name flashed through his mind; it was someone who had helped him a great deal.

"Morning Star."

"Let's call it the Morning Star Club."

Fischl's gaze swept across Zhou Kai's face, and she said with amusement, "Morning Star? You have quite unique taste."

Zhou Kai didn't say anything.

The morning star he envisioned was most likely unrelated to the one she thought it was.

……

Ten thousand yuan arrived in your account with ease.

Zhou Kai stared at the transfer records on his phone, feeling somewhat dazed.

No wonder my college roommate was so eager to work in the wealthy neighborhood tuning pianos and fixing coffee machines.

Working for rich people is lucrative, hassle-free, and easy.

Especially these young masters and ladies, they're quite easy to fool.

Zhou Kai chuckled to himself, shook his head, and shook off the distracting thoughts.

After the first "private lesson," Zhou Kai stopped Yang Hao, who was about to leave with Fischl.

True martial arts master, enhanced human...

Zhou Kai was very interested in both words and asked about them in detail.

Yang Hao replied with a somber expression:
"True Strength Warrior is the first realm of ancient martial arts, but I don't know the specifics."

"As for enhanced humans..."

He said with a face full of resentment, "The current professional arena is full of monsters that have undergone all sorts of haphazard modifications. People like us who are purely natural have long since run out of options."

"Damn it... if they could continue playing, who would want to come out and be a..."

Yang Hao almost said something he shouldn't have, but Zhou Kai still managed to pick up on the key information.

Strengthening the so-called "transformation" of people likely has a high threshold.

Besides money, there must be some unknown conditions behind it.

Otherwise, given Yang Hao's past as a gold belt holder and the Fischl family's wealth, he wouldn't have missed out on this opportunity.

Zhou Kai's eyes were filled with turmoil, and he wanted to ask more questions, but Yang Hao was impatiently called away by Fischl.

He had no choice but to suppress his curiosity and plan to look it up online that night, or simply ask his senior brother Chen Ping directly.

……

into the night.

Ma Yifan took Zhou Kai back to Lu Yan's house, where he slept in the bedroom that Zhou Qing had once lived in.

Nightmare, Zhou Kai will go in again tonight.

To test whether the plants he found could grow in the nursery.

If possible, what benefits could it bring to itself?

As for the fact that changing the location of entering a dream can have an abnormal effect on nightmares, he now has a clear deduction.

“The shelter is like an anchor point, which can firmly fix me in the same nightmare space.”

"That's a good thing."

Zhou Kai secretly rejoiced that he hadn't run around aimlessly when he first developed nightmares.

If you change locations every night, it's like starting a completely new and unknown death game every night.

He had no chance to accumulate any experience and probably died in some unknown corner long ago.

"No one on the nightmare forum has mentioned this... Did they not notice? Or are they hoping other patients will die sooner?"

The answer is self-evident.

For those who are homeless, nightmares are a complete and utter incurable disease.

The most despairing thing in the world is not death after giving it your all.

They were even stripped of the right to fight desperately.

……

It was just past midnight.

Zhou Kai went to the bathroom.

After looking around, he simply hugged the flowerpot and lay down in the bathtub.

(End of this chapter)