Training

Victor was now in the elevator, clad in casual attire—a white t-shirt paired with black shorts.

As the elevator doors opened, he walked out of the hotel and headed straight to the parking area.

En route, he took out his smartphone and dialed a number named Derek.

Soon, Derek's voice crackled through the line. "Yo, Mr. Victor, what's the occasion? You rarely ring me up," he inquired.

"Mr. Derek, I need your assistance. Are you available?" Victor inquired.

"Of course. As long as you have enough money, everything can be done, hehe. But I'm sure money isn't a problem for you, Mr. Victor," Derek chuckled.

Victor nodded, "Well, I'll get straight to the point. I want you to make something like..."

Victor laid out his requirements, each word met with Derek's attentive nods.

Though Victor's demands were intricate, Derek seemed unfazed, signaling his capability to fulfill them.

"...and also a hand sensor," Victor concluded.

Derek affirmed, "Consider it done. When do you need it?"

"By tonight, before 8 pm," Victor replied.

"Understood. I'll likely swing by your residence this evening," Derek confirmed.

Satisfied, Victor nodded, "Great. I'll send you the address. See you at my villa."

"Okay, see you tonight, Mr. Victor," Derek responded.

With mutual agreement, the call concluded.

Victor tucked his smartphone back into his pocket and arrived at the underground parking lot, proceeding directly to his car.

With a twist of the key, the engine roared to life, its sports car exhaust echoing in the space.

After a brief warm-up, he departed from the hotel, setting his sights on his villa nestled in Cambridge.

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With a distance of 60 miles, after more than an hour, a sleek sports car came to a halt in front of the grand gates of a magnificent villa.

The gates, crafted from tall black iron and adorned with delicate green leaf motifs, exuded an aura of elegance and environmental consciousness.

Four guards who saw the sports car immediately opened the gate, knowing that it was their young master, Victor.

As Victor's car glided through the gates, he was greeted by a meandering pathway flanked by verdant trees. These towering sentinels of nature imbued the surroundings with a sense of serenity, as if the villa were nestled within a tranquil forest sanctuary.

When the car reached the front yard, the view of the magnificent villa unfolded before him. A building with classic design and modern touches stood proudly amidst the garden, with aesthetic views combined with a distant mountain behind it.

The entire atmosphere of the villa felt like an oasis in the midst of urban life. The calm and peaceful atmosphere, combined with luxury and natural beauty, made this place very comfortable, a gift from his father on his 18th birthday a month ago.

Victor simply parked his car in front of the villa and went straight inside.

Upon entering, he was met with the grandeur of a spacious room adorned with pristine white marble walls and opulent furnishings.

Without hesitation, he deposited his car keys on the living room table and made a beeline for the staircase leading to the second floor.

Ascending the stairs with purpose, he headed straight to his room to change into more comfortable attire.

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Outside the villa, the birds sang melodiously, perched among the lush trees in the backyard. With the forest behind the villa, it was common to spot animals like deer, civets, and even wolves roaming around.

As the clock struck 10 in the morning, the sun's rays were gentle, softened by the overcast sky. This natural filter minimized the intensity of the sunlight.

In this moment, in the backyard, Victor stood before a wooden dummy. Having gained immense strength from the system, he was eager to put it to the test, particularly in mastering Muhammad Ali's boxing techniques.

Before delving into rigorous practice, he chose to prime his muscles with a series of light jogs and stretches.

With each fluid movement, beads of sweat began to form on his brow, evidence of the exertion he was putting in.

Victor couldn't help but ponder aloud, "People in the Sage Realm are said to endure a month without food or drink, and seven days without sleep. Yet, here I am, breaking a sweat so easily. It looks like I'll need to train even harder to adapt," he muttered to himself.

With unwavering determination, he assumed his stance, his gaze fixed intently ahead.

His fists tightened as he launched a powerful punch forward, the force of impact creating a gust of wind.

Refusing to relent, he followed up with another punch from his opposite hand, generating yet another gust of wind.

Victor continued to repeat the forward punching motion.

With no prior commitments for the day, he seized the opportunity to dedicate himself to training.

With each repetition, the force behind his punches intensified. Never one to settle for mediocrity, he persisted in refining his technique, striving for continuous improvement. Of course it was from the system's gift, granting him a high-level understanding talent and magic talent, propelling his rapid development.

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In this moment...

CRACK!

A single punch from Victor shattered the wooden dummy, causing the ground to be affected.

A thin smile formed on his face, showing unparalleled satisfaction.

"Now I'm getting used to the physical strength of the Sage Realm. And next, I need to learn magic," he said with a smirk.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Victor turned around. However, he was slightly taken aback to find an elderly man with a commanding presence standing not far away. The man sported long white hair and an equally lengthy beard, his expression one of incredulity.

Victor raised an eyebrow, immediately recognizing the old man as Carlo, the butler who had taken care of him since childhood.

Meanwhile, Carlo's expression was full of disbelief. "Young master, you... Are you practicing?" he inquired with widened eyes.

"Yeah, no need to be enthusiastic about it," Victor responded casually.

Carlo quickly walked over to Victor, holding both of his shoulders, "How could I not be enthusiastic, young master? You're finally training! And I can even see the strength of your punches, It's clearly not ordinary ones!" he exclaimed.

Victor smiled, "Well, I thought it wouldn't be good if I just idly enjoyed my parent's wealth. Especially considering my position as the patriarch's son. And yeah, I started training today," he explained.

Tears welled up in Carlo's eyes, and he cried happily. "Finally, young master! You finally realize the importance of becoming stronger, I'm so proud of you!" he exclaimed with joy.

Victor smiled, understanding Carlo's joy, considering Carlo had been taking care of him since he was a child, and he often told him to learn cultivation and magic, but he always refused.

Carlo's expression was full of determination as he said, "Young master, if you need anything, just tell me, I will fulfill it as long as it's for the development of your cultivation," his tone firm even though tears still flowed from his eyes.

Hearing this, Victor suddenly had an idea. "Then let's spar, help me train for today," he said.

"Sure, of course!" Carlo responded immediately.

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Now, the two of them stood facing each other, with Carlo now wearing more suitable clothes for physical training.

"Let's start, young master," Carlo said, taking a fighting stance.

A grin formed on Victor's face as he also took a fighting stance, "I'll start, old Carlo!" he yelled, moving forward to attack Carlo with his punches.

With a barrage of punches he threw, Carlo could avoid them all. But traces of admiration crossed his face; he could feel the strength behind Victor's punches.

Victor's onslaught continued as Carlo chose to evade rather than block.

On the other hand, Victor kept attacking even though his strikes didn't land.

He aimed a punch at Carlo's right arm with his left fist, and Carlo reflexively tried to dodge, but suddenly, Victor's right fist moved, striking directly at Carlo's stomach, causing him to stagger back a few steps.

Carlo's expression was filled with disbelief, "Young master, your strength?" he questioned, unable to believe that he could be thrown by Victor, who was just an ordinary human.

Victor, however, looked displeased, "We're in the middle of training, old Carlo!" he shouted.

Carlo smiled, "I see, forgive me, young master. Then it's my turn to attack," he said.

Victor responded by assuming a stance again, and Carlo immediately darted forward, unleashing a lightning-fast punch.

Yet, Victor could evade it, which surprised him a little; he was sure his punch was too fast to be avoided by an ordinary human.

"Come on, old Carlo, attack me faster," Victor provoked, a smile on his face.

Carlo returned his smile, "Then I won't hold back, young master!" he exclaimed and lunged forward again.

This time, he unleashed various punches at Victor with high speed.

Yet, Victor made him sweat, unable to believe that Victor could dodge all of his punches just by moving his head.

10 punches, 20 punches, 30 punches at high speed could be evaded by Victor.

And when another punch was thrown, Victor dodged and countered with his left fist, hitting Carlo right in the face, making a loud "SMACK!" sound, causing Carlo to be thrown far back, crashing into a tree and lying on the ground.

Victor grinned widely, very satisfied with his progress. Just a few hours of training, and he was already starting to understand the strength of a Sage Realm practitioner.

And now he could also employ techniques from Muhammad Ali, such as dodging a barrage of punches from Carlo. This technique was reminiscent of his bout against Michael Dokes, where Muhammad Ali managed to evade all of his punches simply by moving his head and shoulders. Of course, it wasn't easy; it required intense concentration as well.

Victor glanced at Carlo, and there was no worry on his face seeing Carlo lying on the ground. Since he knew the plot of this world, he certainly also knew Carlo's true strength.

"Come on, old Carlo, are you just going to lie there?" he said.

A red aura intimidatingly emanated from Carlo's body, a sign of a mage. He rose to his feet as if floating.

Victor smiled, clearly knowing how strong Carlo was, which was why he didn't hold back from hitting him.

Carlo, on the other hand, cried tears of joy, running towards Victor and hugging him.

"At last, young master, I see you have great talent! I am very proud of you!" he exclaimed joyfully, tears flowing freely from his eyes.

Victor responded with a smile.