Chapter 6 Quincy Shawn (Part 1)

In the outskirts of Mingyue City, there stood a combat gym known as "Iron Fist." Its owner, Jamie Smith, was in the heart of the training room, sweat trickling down his solid muscles. His eyes were resolute as the steel rod in his hands seemed to come alive, tracing perfect arcs through the air. This rod, weighing a hefty 64 jin (approximately 68 pounds), was more of a burden to the average person, but to Jamie, it was the perfect tool for building strength and skill.

"Beep beep beep..." The shrill sound of a bell shattered the tranquility of the training room. Jamie set down the steel rod, wiped the sweat from his brow with a towel, and his gaze fell on the name displayed on the screen—Quincy Shawn.

"Snowy, answer the video call," Jamie said with a hint of anticipation.

A beam of light condensed in mid-air, revealing the image of a young man, his eyes carrying a trace of worry that was hard to detect. Quincy Shawn, this name held a special meaning in Jamie's heart. They were roommates in college, teammates on the martial arts team, and even shared a dorm room, with Jamie and Quincy as bunkmates.

"Quincy!" Jamie's face lit up with a genuine smile, "You rarely call me out of the blue."

Quincy's lips curled into a slight smile, his voice tinged with shyness, "Can't I call just to chat?"

Their conversation was filled with ease and warmth, as if they were transported back to their carefree college days. However, a flicker of concern crossed Jamie's mind, noticing the unease in Quincy's eyes.

"Quincy, what's up? You seem troubled," Jamie inquired with concern.

Quincy paused for a moment, then took a deep breath, "Smith, I'm in a bit of a bind and need to borrow some money."

"Borrow money?" Jamie's heart clenched. He wasn't worried about the money itself, but about Quincy. Quincy used to be a key player on the national team and had a decent job at the Jibei Provincial Sports Bureau after retiring. How could he be in such a situation that he needed to borrow money?

"What happened?" Jamie asked, his voice laced with worry.

Quincy's eyes flickered with pain, "My mom's in the hospital, and the special medication outside of insurance is costing a lot."

"How much do you need?" Jamie asked without hesitation.

"A million," Quincy replied, his voice somber, "It might take a year to pay you back."

Jamie nodded, "Alright, I'll transfer it right now."

In his heart, he pondered. Quincy used to be a national team mainstay and had even made it to the World Martial Arts Tournament once, although he was eliminated in the group stage. The tournament prize was just the basic one million, and the appearance fee wasn't high either. But after years of hard work, he had saved a few million. Now, asking for a loan, he must be facing a significant challenge.

Jamie was prepared for the possibility that the money might not be repaid when lending to others. But Quincy Shawn was his best friend since childhood!

While still on the call, Jamie operated on the holographic screen, opening his financial platform where stocks, insurance, and deposits were all listed clearly, and quickly completed the transfer.

"Did it arrive?" Jamie asked.

"Got it," Quincy replied, invigorated by the influx of funds. Money was the courage one needed, and being desperately short of it was indeed hard to bear.

"Smith, I'm heading out on a business trip to the capital tomorrow, and I'll be passing through Jinmen to see you," Jamie said, "Give me your account number!"

"Tomorrow?" Quincy was surprised, "When will you arrive?"

"Around tomorrow," Jamie calculated the time and said.

"I'll still be at work then," Quincy replied, "Smith, I have to get back to my class, let's talk when we meet."

"Alright, we'll have a good chat when we meet," Jamie said, his hand gently swiping, turning the holographic screen into scattered light points.

Jamie's smile faded, and he stood there silently: "Quincy doesn't seem quite right. He's left the Sports Bureau and went to a fitness club, which isn't a well-known combat gym. As a former national team player, what can he really do at a fitness club?"

They were all professional martial artists; how much of their skills could be utilized in a fitness club?

"Going to Jinmen, I'll see for myself," Jamie immediately bought a high-speed train ticket. The train, traveling at 600 kilometers per hour, could get to Jinmen in just two hours.

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The talk about a business trip to the capital was all a cover; Jamie was worried about his good brother, so he decided to make a special trip to Jinmen to see Quincy Shawn.

……

The online car service, intelligently dispatched, arrived at the high-speed train station in no time.

Soon, Jamie was on the high-speed train, heading straight for the northern city of Jinmen.

At 4:53 PM, Jamie had already arrived outside the Jia Xin Fitness Club in Jinmen City.

"Here we are," Jamie said, looking up at the fitness club, which was quite spacious, and walked in. The front desk staff greeted him with a smile, "Welcome."

"I'm here to see Quincy Shawn," Jamie said, "We have an appointment."

"Are you here for Coach Shawn? Please have a seat over here," the front desk staff was very enthusiastic, leading Jamie to the waiting area and pouring him a glass of water.

……

At that moment, on the third floor of the Jia Xin Fitness Club, Quincy was teaching a fitness class to a group of female members.

After a set of boxing exercises, the female members were panting.

"Okay, take a two-minute break," Quincy said.

"Coach Shawn, I heard you've participated in the World Martial Arts Tournament?" one of the female members asked out of curiosity. They had signed up for his class because they knew he had participated in the World Martial Arts Tournament.

"Martial arts competitions are said to be divided into C, B, A levels, and the highest level, the World Martial Arts Tournament, where only the top 32 players in the world martial arts points ranking are eligible to participate!"

"Every year, only the strongest 32 martial arts players in the world can participate. Coach Shawn, have you participated?"

"I participated in the 26th World Martial Arts Tournament," Quincy nodded with a smile, which was also his strongest resume when looking for a job now.

"Wow."

"Coach Shawn, can you teach us some self-defense techniques?"

"Yes, Coach Shawn, we women are too weak when facing men with ill intentions. Do you have any moves that are easy to learn and can deal with strong men?" The female members were all curious.

Quincy thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "Alright, then I'll teach you a more practical move."

The female members immediately listened carefully.

"First, as I said, tuck one leg and stand on one leg," Quincy said.

All the female members stood on one leg, which was very easy, only occasionally unsteady and landing on the other foot.

"Single leg hop," Quincy said, first demonstrating a light single leg hop.

The female members, wearing soft-soled fitness shoes, hopped easily on one foot.

"Isn't it simple?" Quincy asked.

"I jump rope a thousand times a day, of course, single leg hopping is simple," the female members were all very relaxed, including the relatively fat female members, and they all felt very relaxed.

Who can't jump a few times?

"Your weight is generally around a hundred jin," Quincy said.

"I'm more than a hundred jin," a fat elder sister said with a smile.

"That is to say, everyone's one-legged strength can easily bear more than a hundred jin and can still jump up," Quincy said, "One-legged jumping is kicking down! Lifting the leg is kicking forward. It's the same muscle strength as kicking the ground."

Quincy taught.

"And kicking the ground is the same strength?" The female members lifted their legs and kicked the sandbag in front, and the sandbag made a bang, shaking.

The female members were very surprised.

"I used to hit this sandbag, and my fist and wrist hurt. Kicking the sandbag hurts my foot, and the sandbag doesn't move. This time it moved?"

"Kick the sandbag like kicking the ground?"

"Is the strength so big?"

The female members found for the first time that kicking the sandbag was very relaxed and the power was quite strong.

"This is called a front kick. Don't practice too much every day, just twenty times. After a month, the strength will be smooth, even for women, it's easy to kick two or three hundred jin with one foot," Quincy said, "But this is not what I want to teach."

"Watch carefully, when you lift your leg and kick, don't use the whole sole of your foot, use the front of the foot, close to the toes here!"

Quincy casually kicked out, and the front of his foot was like a steel rod poking on the sandbag

, and the sandbag made a low bang.

"Usually wearing sports shoes, or high heels! You can use the tip of the toe, at least two or three hundred jin of strength, and transfer it with the tip of the toe, and the penetrating power will be much stronger," Quincy said.

"I understand, the same pressure, the smaller the contact area, the greater the pressure," a female member said, "Compared with the whole sole, the tip of the toe pokes, and the pressure may be ten times greater."

"Right, the pressure is much greater," Quincy said with a smile, "This move has the essence of traditional martial arts poking feet. Although your feet can't compare with the hardness of professional players. But usually, everyone wears shoes, and the soles of the shoes are harder than professional players! At least two or three hundred jin of strength, a poke with the tip of the toe, used to poke people... Even if it's just poking the other person's thigh, the other person will be in great pain."

"If you kick a man's crotch..." a female member's eyes lit up.

Quincy quickly said, "Only in the face of real danger, self-defense can do this. This is not an ordinary crotch kick, even if it doesn't kick the vital point, just kicking the other person's abdomen, a normal man can't bear it."

This is actually a 'simplified version' of poking feet!

"Human legs are walking every day, and ordinary people can walk for several hours, but there is no one in the world who can walk for several hours on their hands." Quincy said, "Human leg strength is much stronger than arm strength, even for women, leg strength can catch up with the arm strength of strong men."

"Can it catch up with the arm strength of strong men? Those strong men have arms thicker than my thighs," a female member said.

"You can stand on one leg for a few minutes. You can even hop," Quincy said, "Let those strong men hold a hundred jin with one hand for several minutes, how many can do it?"

"Don't underestimate your leg strength, the arms of strong men are thick, but in terms of muscle efficiency, they can't compare with the thighs of you women," Quincy said confidently.

He is a professional martial artist and is very clear about the potential of leg muscle strength. Humans are upright animals, and legs are naturally much stronger than arms.

Women, by exerting their leg strength, can easily deal with men who don't understand fighting.

"Coach Shawn, someone is looking for you." A fitness club staff member came to call.

Quincy immediately understood that Jamie Smith had arrived.