Training

Lin Zhen drove away from the Villa District and headed straight to the Raging Wind Martial Hall.

As soon as he entered the Martial Hall, he happened to see Zhao Liang.

"Brother Zhao, I brought the car back."

"You brat, what's the rush? You could've returned it tomorrow morning."

"I had nothing to do tonight, so I came over to train."

"Good, you're diligent. Oh, right—the people who beat your father were just arrested. They're all a bunch of street punks. I already told the Police Station to take good care of those bastards and give them the maximum fifteen-day detention sentence. The police chief is one of ours from Raging Wind. Without my say-so, Dragon Slayer can forget about getting them out within those fifteen days. Do you want to go over and teach those bastards a lesson?"

"I'll definitely deal with them, but first I need to see Zhang Huai's attitude. We'll wait and see."

"Fine. When Zhang Huai comes personally to ask for them, we'll show up and have a good talk with them. Damn it, that kid Zhang Huai has been arrogant for long enough. This time he's in the wrong, so we have to squeeze him hard."

Lin Zhen smiled. Since Zhang Huai had dared to order people to beat up his father, this matter was probably not so simple. Lin Zhen was still not strong enough, so he had to improve as quickly as possible. He needed to reach the peak of Level Three Warrior in a short time so that he could take a Gene Potion.

Gene Potions were a shortcut for Martial Artists to increase their strength. If the effects were good, one could advance to the peak of Level Six Warrior or even reach Level Seven Warrior. Then Lin Zhen would have the capital to establish himself in the Martial Artist circle.

At that point, the Martial Hall would undoubtedly value him even more. That was where his confidence to stand up to Zhang Huai came from.

Lin Zhen had previously purchased six months of access to the Advanced Training Ground. There was basically no one left in the Martial Hall now, so after parting ways with Zhao Liang, he entered the Advanced Training Ground.

The Advanced Training Ground was fully equipped with all kinds of training facilities. With consistent use, it could comprehensively improve a Martial Artist's physical condition.

Lin Zhen took off his outer clothes, leaving only a black tank top on, and stood before an arm-strength machine.

I need to reach the peak of Level Three Warrior in the shortest possible time. Previously, my left fist strength was around 300 kg, while my right fist strength was around 370 kg. I need to raise both hands above 390 kg. My punching speed is 7.6 punches per second, which already counts as the mid-stage of Level Three. As for Neural Reaction, which is the hardest to improve, that's actually my strongest area. It's probably already at the peak of Warrior Level.

My left hand is weaker because it lacked training before. Raising its strength by 90 kg in a short time isn't something ordinary training can achieve. I need to use the Breathing Technique.

The Breathing Technique is a popular training method in the interstellar era. When punching, one coordinates inhalation and exhalation with the rhythm of the strikes, causing the internal organs and muscles to resonate. The heartbeat and pulse then match the punching rhythm, achieving twice the result with half the effort. This method hasn't spread on Earth yet. It could be said that I'm the only one who knows it.

Lin Zhen took a deep breath, then exhaled. He inhaled again, then exhaled once more. His abdomen rose and fell violently as he first sought the rhythm of the technique.

After repeating this dozens of times, Lin Zhen gradually grasped the rhythm. His heartbeat, blood flow, and pulse slowly formed a synchronized cadence. The method looked simple, but without someone personally demonstrating and teaching it, it was absolutely impossible to learn.

The lighting in the room was just right. If someone had been nearby, they would definitely have witnessed a strange sight.

Lin Zhen's abdomen suddenly contracted sharply, as though his abdominal cavity had collapsed in an instant. Then he slowly exhaled. A white Qi Arrow shot from his mouth, spraying more than three feet through the air without dispersing.

His rhythm gradually quickened, then quickened further, from twenty breaths per minute to thirty, from thirty to forty. It continued getting faster and faster, far beyond the rhythm of normal breathing.

Eventually, his abdomen rose and fell at a furious pace, even beginning to tremble and vibrate.

"Now!"

Lin Zhen suddenly pulled the arm-strength machine with both arms. His movements were incredibly fast, even perfectly matching his breathing rhythm!

Swish, swish, swish, swish!

His arms moved at high speed, repeatedly lifting and lowering the heavy weights. The intensity of his muscle training instantly shot through the roof!

Maintaining that rhythm, Lin Zhen trained madly, pushing against the limits of his body.

In less than three minutes, his black tank top was drenched with sweat.

The muscles of his entire upper body—his shoulders, back, and chest—received a full workout.

The longer I can keep exercising with this Breathing Technique, the greater my muscle strength will become. But I have to control the limit. I can't strain my muscles; it has to be just right. Fortunately, I used this method many times in my previous life, so I can still grasp that balance. It gives my muscles the greatest possible workout without injuring them.

Five minutes, seven minutes, nine minutes!

Lin Zhen's breathing rhythm slowed. He stopped just before reaching ten minutes.

His muscles trembled from the intense exertion, shaking uncontrollably, but they had received the best possible training effect.

Lin Zhen did not stop completely. Instead, he swung his arms back and forth in recovery exercises. Otherwise, if exhausted muscles suddenly came to a halt, they would suffer a certain degree of deterioration.

He continued the recovery exercises for about another three minutes, and his muscles gradually returned to normal.

While my muscles are still in an excited state, I need to practice punching. And not ordinary punching—weighted punching.

After strapping 15 kg arm guards onto both arms, Lin Zhen stood before a sandbag and began throwing continuous punches.

For every punch from his right hand, he threw three with his left. Since he wanted to increase his left hand's strength in a short time, he naturally had to intensify its training.

The sounds of bang, bang, bang! echoed through the room like raindrops. His breathing followed the rhythm of his punches. This training method from the interstellar era was incredibly effective, steadily and slowly increasing his strength.

After striking the sandbag several thousand times in succession, Lin Zhen finally stopped when he felt that he could no longer lift his arms.

Next, squats, then one-hundred-meter shuttle sprints. Physical stamina and endurance are also important parts of a Martial Artist's strength. They may not show up in assessments, but in actual combat, insufficient stamina can be fatal.

Using the Breathing Technique again, Lin Zhen continued training.

It was not until midnight that Lin Zhen finally finished this session.

Now I can test the effects of nearly an entire night of training. There's no need to test Neural Reaction. What I need to test is fist strength and punching speed.

Arriving before the punching target, Lin Zhen tested his fist strength first.

His left hand!

"311 kg!"

"Not bad. The closer I get to my limit, the greater the improvement. Last time I tested at 298, and this time I've increased by 13 kg. The effect is very good."

Then his right hand.

"372 kg!"

"That works too. Last time was 368. This time it increased by 4 kg. I'm now less than 30 kg away from the peak of Level Three Warrior."

Lin Zhen punched the target like lightning. The final result was 7.7 punches per second.

"Although it's only an increase of 0.1, that's still very difficult. In the following training sessions, I may not even gain another 0.1 after several attempts. If I reach eight punches per second, I'll count as a Level Four Warrior. In the coming training, I need to raise my punching speed to 7.9 punches per second."

After finishing his fist strength and punching speed training, Lin Zhen did not immediately rest.

In fact, being a Mind Power Master gave him an enormous advantage. Because his Mental Power was far stronger than that of ordinary people and even normal Martial Artists, he did not need as much sleep.

Two to three hours of sleep per day was enough. He could spend the remaining time cultivating Mental Power, which was also a form of rest.

The first thing Lin Zhen needed to do was control objects.

Mental Power could act upon inanimate objects. Lin Zhen currently possessed Mental Power at the Bronze Peak, half a step into Silver-level, which was already enough for him to control relatively light objects.

"The killing power of a Mind Power Master is far more formidable than a Martial Artist's fists, kicks, and weapons. I practiced controlling Flying Knives in my previous life, but unfortunately, my Mental Power awakened too late then. I never managed to achieve much with it."

He placed Five Flying Knives before him. Thirty meters ahead stood a target used for shooting practice.

His Mental Power spread outward and attached itself to one of the Flying Knives. Although Lin Zhen's Mental Power cultivation in his previous life had been rather average, he was still familiar with these initial steps.

His first attempt was somewhat rusty, but after more than ten minutes of repeated trials, Lin Zhen finally succeeded in controlling the first Flying Knife.

Mental Power was like the string of a kite, while the Flying Knife was the kite—except it was a remotely controlled kite, circling back and forth around Lin Zhen's body.

"Go!"

Lin Zhen's eyes snapped open. The Flying Knife streaked through the air in a flash, like a bullet fired from a chamber, and slammed into the shooting target thirty meters away!

Crack!

The target used for shooting was actually torn apart by the Flying Knife, which continued straight toward the wall a hundred meters behind it!