Chapter 337 - Chapter 337: 260, The Path of Cultivation_2
Chapter 337: 260, The Path of Cultivation_2
No matter what the situation is, as long as it’s within 800 meters, Huan Yu would be in control. Even a B-Class Time Traveler would necessarily die.
Moreover, it’s not certain that the opponent can control a B-Class Expert.
Qing Chen calculated, previously estimating that he could master an effective range of 2600 meters in 7 days, but he overestimated himself and underestimated the difficulty.
As it looks now, it would take at least 12 days, and that’s just accounting for wind speed.
Once he graduates completely from the wind speed training, he needs to add training at different altitudes.
This is a long-term training plan.
Accumulate steadily to achieve a sudden breakthrough.
At the end of training, Yi suddenly said, “Are you planning to train Hu Xiaoniu and the others? I suggest you buy the Chen Clan ASG oral medication from the Inner World Black Market. It’s not as expensive as the Genetic Potion, mainly working on muscle balance and increasing cardiopulmonary function. A side effect is excessive sweating after use, but long-term clinical trials have proven no other sequelae. In the Federal Army Group, soldiers with ambition who have not been selected as Genetic Warriors will secretly buy ASG to use, which can help Ordinary People quickly advance to the threshold of F-Class, which is 2.999.”
After some serious thought, Qing Chen said, “Now it’s not yet the time to take medication. What Hu Xiaoniu and the others need to improve the most right now is not their physical condition but their mental willpower.”
Tenacity and an unstoppable will are what’s most needed on the path of a Knight.
This kind of will is best forged in absolute adversity.
Yi thought about it and said, “I quite agree with you. My mother, Yang Xiaojun, once said a sentence: ‘When disaster strikes, mental will is the first line of defense for humans facing danger.’”
Countdown 138:00:00.
Hu Xiaoniu heard a knock on the door from outside his room, sluggishly opened his eyes, and checked the time on his phone—6 o’clock in the morning…
“Who is it?” Hu Xiaoniu got up to open the door, only to see a spirited Qing Chen standing at the entrance, with a listless Nan Gengchen following behind him.
“Uh, Qing Chen, what’s this about?” Hu Xiaoniu was stunned.
“Didn’t you want me to teach you how to kill the enemy? The course starts today. You and Zhang Tianzhen have five minutes to get changed and come running with me,” Qing Chen said calmly.
“Ah?” Hu Xiaoniu was shocked. “Running at 6 in the morning?”
“6 o’clock is not early. In many county towns, high schools start running at 5:40 in the morning,” Qing Chen said. “Remember, I’m only giving you five minutes. Otherwise, I’ll tell the boss you’re not qualified.”
Hu Xiaoniu instantly sobered up, hurried back to get Zhang Tianzhen up, and the two of them frantically washed up, managing to get ready within the five-minute window.
At this moment, Zhang Tianzhen was somewhat reluctant, but Hu Xiaoniu had completely adjusted his mood: “Qing Chen, let’s get started.”
“Alright,” Qing Chen said, “start with 5 kilometers. This is just warming up. The training load will increase in the future.”
After running five kilometers, Nan Gengchen, Hu Xiaoniu, and Zhang Tianzhen were all drenched in sweat.
In this winter season, steam rose from the tops of their heads as they collapsed at the doorstep of their home.
Due to the cold weather, every breath they took felt like it was freezing their windpipe and lungs through and through.
Every breath brought a rigid pain to their bodies.
After the run, Qing Chen didn’t say a word and prepared to go home.
Hu Xiaoniu wanted to ask when they would learn to kill the enemy, but he suddenly remembered what his father, Hu Dacheng, had said: If your mentor doesn’t coax you with empty promises and makes your path especially difficult, it’s not torment but a test.
With this in mind, Hu Xiaoniu extinguished the thought of asking and even felt a surge of fighting spirit.
It’s just training, just torment, he could withstand it.
Hu Xiaoniu looked at Qing Chen’s departing figure: “Qing Chen.”
“Hmm?” Qing Chen had already opened the door in the corridor.
Hu Xiaoniu sincerely said, “Please tell the boss that I will definitely follow through with this path.”
Qing Chen said, “I’ll pass on the message.”
Nan Gengchen pondered upon hearing these words.
The third day back, 6 a.m.
This time, instead of waiting for Qing Chen to wake everyone up, it was Hu Xiaoniu who, grasping Zhang Tianzhen, arrived downstairs and took the initiative to knock on Qing Chen’s door.
Curiously, Qing Chen opened the door: “Aren’t your legs sore from the lactic acid buildup in the muscles after intense exercise?”
“It hurts,” Hu Xiaoniu nodded, “but I can bear it.”
Zhang Tianzhen’s fighting spirit seemed to be driven by Hu Xiaoniu as well: “Right, we can bear it!”
At some point, Qing Chen even saw his own Shadow reflected in Hu Xiaoniu.
Back when he was in Prison 18, it seemed that he had moved Uncle Li Dong in the same way.
Qing Chen smiled: “Then let’s get started.”
It has to be said that the physical condition of high school students is generally quite good, not as fragile as middle-aged men.
Though everyone was tired, a good night’s sleep brought considerable recovery.
Though the run was exhausting, they barely managed to keep up with Qing Chen’s pace.
During the run, Qing Chen led the pace at the front, while the other three strained to keep up.
Today, while running, Qing Chen said, “Try to keep step with each other.”
Slowly, everyone’s footsteps fell into the same rhythm.
It was tough yet determined.
Only then did the four of them start to look a bit like a coordinated team.
Qing Chen didn’t plan to teach them how to kill the enemy just yet. He wanted to use the training to build up the team’s sense of belonging and cooperative consciousness first. Only then could Daybreak be called an organization, not a gang.