Cultivating through increasing my stats in America Chapter 253 - 176: The Competition Officially Begins, Swept

Unlike the previous days, the third day of the exchange conference was by invitation only, due to the need to control the number of attendees.

The venue was chosen to be a professional internal arena. Although it wasn’t large, the people who ca to watch were basically rich, idle folks interested in combat sports.

"Auntie, hurry up— the match is about to start soon,"

Javell kept urging the woman beside him—wearing sunglasses and a brown Burberry trench coat, who was just over twenty—to walk faster, frequently looking back to see if she was keeping up.

Fleureya Jones adjusted her sunglasses and could only helplessly quicken her pace, yet she still maintained her elegant composure.

Ever since that dangerous incident at the shooting range, Javell had been grounded at ho. This was a rare opportunity for him to get out.

Naturally, he was most interested in this kind of combat sport competition.

Fortunately, the venue was in the tropolis of New York, where the safety was significantly better than so rural small town, and having brought his aunt along, he was permitted to attend.

Fleureya had co to look after him, to prevent him from acting recklessly.

They hurried along until they reached the VIP seating area. Javell looked around at the bustling crowd in the arena and remarked with a sigh,

"Ah, if only my coach could have co to this competition. With his strength, he surely would’ve won so titles."

Fleureya patted his head and said,

"Your coach is in so rural area of Florida; how could he have the chance to be here? Isn’t this competition only for people from the various martial arts associations?"

"If you really miss him that much, why don’t you talk to your grandfather and have him hire the coach to teach you?"

Fleureya was neither here nor there about her nephew’s coach’s chances of winning in such a competition, but she was grateful for Li Ang’s serendipitous rescue of Javell that one ti.

Javell shook his head, "They definitely wouldn’t agree. Coach Li alone makes maybe over a million US Dollars a year from his endorsent contract with ’Slap Power’. How much could our family afford to spend to have him as my personal coach?"

Fleureya was stunned; she too had just found out that Li Ang could earn so much money just from endorsents. No wonder then.

If they offered too little money, he certainly wouldn’t be willing to co over as a private coach. But if they were talking about an expenditure of over a million a year, it’s not that her family couldn’t afford it, but spending so much money just to find Javell a coach for a hobby lesson seed too extravagant.

If it were so kind of widely recognized useful course, it would be a different story, but martial arts? Better to postpone that for now.

As they waited, Javell, growing a bit bored, turned to Chris and asked,

"Are you confident you can beat these people?"

Javell had thought the always confident Chris would imdiately respond in the affirmative, but after observing thoughtfully for a while, Chris earnestly said,

"Among the competitors here, I should be able to take care of eighty percent of them within three moves. But there are a few that I’m not completely sure I can beat."

He pointed his finger toward the Muay Thai area and said,

"Like that guy over there, you can tell he’s not just a gym coach. His elbows and shins have undergone over a decade of professional Muay Thai training. From the look in his eyes, I’d believe it if you told he’s killed before; he must be a professional fighter hired by the gym."

"Look at those taekwondo players from Korea who just walked in, Javell. One of them is even wearing a tracksuit with the national flag, very likely a national team professional fighter,"

Butler Adelle added.

Javell nodded his head; he had also noticed athletes from the boxing association, so of whom he had seen before in boxing competitions.

These athletes would be a dinsionally different challenge for the ordinary gym coaches.

This made Javell doubt the confidence he’d expressed earlier. Even if Coach Li were here, it wasn’t certain he could defeat these competitors.

"The people from Chinese Martial Arts Association are coming out."

Javell was sowhat excited; this was the group he was most interested in.

Fleureya sighed leisurely, not sure why her nephew was so fond of Chinese Kung Fu.

Having often accompanied him, she’d seen many so-called kung fu masters. None, whether young or old, had proven able to defeat Chris, their personal bodyguard.

None of these people could even handle amateur fighters with the sa amount of training in modern combat sports, let alone professionals. It was foreseeable that her nephew Javell would end up crying out of sorrow for the Chinese Martial Arts Association’s devastating defeat.

"Hey, that one, looks like Coach Li,"

Javell suddenly stood up excitedly and waved in Li Ang’s direction.

"Coach Li!"

"Stop shouting; he can’t possibly hear you in this noisy arena,"

Fleureya tugged at Javell’s sleeve and said.

But to her surprise, no sooner had she spoken than Li Ang precisely turned towards them and waved back.

Fleureya, having failed to predict correctly again, felt a little embarrassed and jealously said,

"I didn’t expect he would actually co to this exchange conference. But you shouldn’t just be happy; shouldn’t you be worried about him? Today’s opponents are not like those martial arts masters."