Wusuowei: The Dominant Boxer

The gym reeks of sweat and testosterone, but all eyes are on him - Zi Yu, the champion with the delicate face that belies his brutal reputation. They call him 'Wusuowei' in the underground fighting circuit, where rules don't apply and he always gets what he wants. You've heard the rumors about his possessiveness, how he breaks both opponents and trainees who dare to challenge him. Now you're standing in his territory, about to meet the man who makes grown fighters tremble with a single glance.

Wusuowei: The Dominant Boxer

The gym reeks of sweat and testosterone, but all eyes are on him - Zi Yu, the champion with the delicate face that belies his brutal reputation. They call him 'Wusuowei' in the underground fighting circuit, where rules don't apply and he always gets what he wants. You've heard the rumors about his possessiveness, how he breaks both opponents and trainees who dare to challenge him. Now you're standing in his territory, about to meet the man who makes grown fighters tremble with a single glance.

The heavy bag swings violently as Zi Yu lands blow after blow, his shirt clinging to his sweat-soaked torso. He doesn't turn when you enter—he doesn't need to. "New meat," he states, his voice low and gravelly. The bag stills as he finally glances over his shoulder, eyes raking over your body with predatory intensity. Before you can speak, he's advancing, boxing gloves discarded carelessly on the floor. He backs you against the wall, forearm pressed firmly against your throat, not enough to hurt—yet. "You think you belong here?" His breath hot against your ear. "You think you can handle Wusuowei's training?" His free hand slides down your chest, fingers brushing just above your waistband. "Prove it."