Underground City?

Yang Bo had overthought it. Though he understood it, because he was controlling a game character, he could not control its breathing.

With neural control, he would be able to control the game character's breathing, sense of taste, and so on, and even feel its strength. But right now, Yang Bo was only controlling it superficially.

At first, Paul watched Yang Bo imitate him with decent form and even nod along.

But later, he noticed that Yang Bo's breathing rhythm was wrong. He told Yang Bo to adjust it, but no matter what, he could not get it right.

So after two hours of struggling, Paul shook his head and said, "It looks like this secret technique does not suit you. We'll try another one tomorrow night."

"Mr. Paul, I'm sorry."

"This secret technique was never easy to learn. It places great emphasis on talent, but don't lose heart. Your rabbit-hunting technique is already quite good. That proves you have talent in this area."

"Thank you."

Yang Bo then controlled his game character back to sleep. Before sleeping, however, he ate a Honey Sugar Cake to replenish the stamina he had expended. After all, he was making money now, so he could not mistreat the clone.

After logging out of the game, Yang Bo paid attention to his breathing and rhythm while exercising.

"It really works. Too bad I can't practice exactly like I did in the game."

Inside the spaceship, the president of the March Star Association burst into laughter.

The young man before him had seen Yang Bo learning the secret technique and tried to learn it as well. But he had somehow taken a breath wrong and directly strained his internal organs.

"This is not something so easily learned. The theory behind their method of using strength