Flicked the Wrong Spot

Flicked the Wrong Spot...

You completed a combat training session. Fitness experience +188

You completed a combat training session. You found pleasure in being beaten. Wellness experience +78

You completed a combat training session. Aim experience +109

You completed a combat training session. Fighting experience +267

You completed a combat training session. Moving Strength experience +219

Aim increased to Lv3 (8/800)

Xue Jing lay sprawled on the floor, finding even breathing incredibly difficult. Not a single muscle in his body could squeeze out even the slightest bit of strength.

Tired.

From the day he was born until now—even counting his previous life—he had never experienced such exhaustion.

Yet amid that exhaustion, a strange sense of fulfilled pleasure welled up within him.

His brain was secreting endorphins, rewarding him for pushing himself too hard.

Li Qi looked approvingly at Xue Jing, who lay motionless on the ground.

With his discerning eye, he could naturally tell that this was not the sluggish exhaustion of someone avoiding effort, but the state one reached only after truly giving everything and hitting their limit.

Talent, temperament, willpower.

The qualities a Martial Artist needed—this disciple before him lacked none of them. Every one of them exceeded Li Qi's expectations.

Meng Qing Jiao watched Xue Jing lying on the ground. Only after confirming that he probably would not be getting back up did she lightly walk over, crouch before him, and stroke the back of his sweat-soaked head.

It seemed to be both comfort and praise.

"..."

Li Qi smiled at her. "Let's call it here for today. Qing Jiao, go eat first."

Meng Qing Jiao nodded, rubbed Xue Jing's head again, then stood and left the training room.

"How do you feel?" Li Qi asked with a smile.

Xue Jing barely forced a little strength into his throat and said in a muffled voice, "I think it feels great."

Li Qi burst into laughter.

At five the next morning, Xue Jing opened his eyes right on time, not a second early or late.

Early to Bed and Early to Rise. Wellness experience +38

Wellness increased to Lv3 (3/800)

In an instant, Xue Jing felt his body and mind invigorate. A warm current seemed to flow through him, filling every inch of his body with energy that had nowhere to go. He did not feel as though he had just woken up at all.

After sensing himself carefully, he found that although he had been so tired the night before that he had nearly passed out, he could no longer feel any trace of it. It was as if yesterday's combat training had never happened.

He had been fully revived.

Now this is what wellness is all about. Xue Jing smiled and happily reached out to pet Maomao.

"Hm?"

His hand grasped at empty air. Pulling back the covers, he saw that Maomao was not on the bed.

Ever since recently, he had petted Maomao the moment he woke up. Not being able to do so now felt strangely wrong.

Xue Jing got up, left his room, and went to the living room. The moment he turned on the lights, he saw Maomao walking in from the balcony.

"Hm? Wan Teacher, did you go out just now?"

Xue Jing asked in confusion.

Maomao shook herself, raised her rear and stretched, then yawned. Sleepily, she said,

"I went out to deal with something... I'm so sleepy. I'm going to sleep."

Without waiting for Xue Jing's reply, she darted into his room in a few strides, burrowed into his blankets, rubbed against the lingering warmth, and fell sound asleep.

Xue Jing was puzzled, but he had promised Ning Fengwan that he would not ask about her affairs, so he could not press further.

After washing up in the bathroom, Xue Jing changed into sportswear and headed out for a run.

An hour later.

His watch vibrated with an alarm, and Xue Jing stopped, breathing lightly.

You completed a long-distance run. Running experience +258

Running increased to Lv5 (57/2000)

One of the first skills he had ever activated had finally reached Lv5.

Xue Jing quickly crouched down, swung his arms back, raised his heels, and sprang forward, launching himself a great distance ahead.

He looked back and roughly estimated that he had jumped nearly four and a half meters.

"The standing long jump world record on Earth in my previous life... I think it was only a little over three meters?"

Xue Jing thought uncertainly.

His explosive leg strength had now completely surpassed the limits of ordinary people.

And that was without using Moving Strength.

Shaking his head, Xue Jing returned home, took a shower, and made breakfast. After eating his own portion, he left one for Maomao and headed to Hidden Dragon Dojo.

After taking the bus there, entering the office building, and riding the elevator to the seventeenth floor, he headed straight for the training room without stopping.

To his surprise, someone was already sitting inside when he pushed open the door.

The short-haired beauty sat upright on the solid wood floor, holding a triple-patty beef burger in her hands and silently taking bites out of it.

Several balled-up burger wrappers lay scattered across the floor. She had clearly already eaten quite a few.

"..."

When she saw Xue Jing enter, Meng Qing Jiao nodded at him, then began eating faster. Her mouth kept chewing without pause, her thin vermilion-red lips slick with grease, and a bit of yellow cheese sauce clung to the tip of her pert nose.

"Senior Sister Meng, are you here to help train me?"

Xue Jing sat cross-legged before her and smiled.

Meng Qing Jiao nodded as she ate her burger, making a muffled sound of agreement.

Seeing how much she seemed to enjoy food, Xue Jing thought for a moment before saying, "Senior Sister Meng, I'll make something for you to eat next time. I'm pretty good at cooking."

According to Chen Fu Guang, Meng Qing Jiao should have been very busy, yet she had still specifically made time to train fighting techniques with him. He could not simply accept that without showing any appreciation.

Xue Jing opened his panel and looked at his cooking skill.

Cooking Lv3 (501/800)

Though he had never deliberately trained this skill, cooking every day still steadily gave him one or two hundred cooking experience points daily.

He would not claim to rival any master chef, but when it came to home cooking, he could handle any dish with ease, and everything he made tasted more than good enough.

At his words, Meng Qing Jiao's delicate brows lifted slightly, and her eyes brightened. She nodded.

She put the last bite of burger into her mouth, rolled the wrapper into a ball and tossed it onto the floor, then reached out and rubbed Xue Jing's head.

This seemed to be how she expressed closeness.

After patting his head, the short-haired beauty stood, took several steps back, placed one hand behind her back, and made a gesture of invitation with the other.

"Senior Sister, you just finished eating. Don't you need to rest a little?"

Xue Jing asked with concern.

Meng Qing Jiao shook her head and rubbed her stomach, seeming to say that it was fine.

Since she had no problem with it, Xue Jing naturally had no objections. He stood up, said, "Please be careful, Senior Sister," and charged at Meng Qing Jiao.

A new round of fighting technique training began in the training room.

Three days later.

In the training room, Xue Jing and Meng Qing Jiao traded blows, fists and kicks clashing as their fierce battle reached its height.

Unlike before, after three days of intense fighting technique training, Xue Jing had gained a certain amount of practical combat experience. Coupled with the boost from his skills, his fighting techniques had begun to take shape. His fists and feet whipped through the air with sharp shrieks, raining down on Meng Qing Jiao like a storm.

As always, her expression remained calm and cool. She blocked every one of Xue Jing's attacks, each defense perfectly measured—not too much, not too little.

Anyone with an eye for it could tell at a glance that she was feeding him moves with an absolute advantage in martial prowess, rather than truly being locked in an evenly matched battle.

Xue Jing threw a straight punch at the opening Meng Qing Jiao had exposed at her chest, but she immediately recovered, caught his wrist, and stopped him cold. His fist was still an inch short of her chest.

A glint flashed in Xue Jing's eyes. He had finally found a real opening.

His Breathing Method circulated, activating his strength and gathering it at the fingertips of his outstretched hand. With his fist only an inch from her chest, he pressed his thumb and forefinger together, then flicked them. Pop!

An explosive crack rang out in midair. Strength surged through his fingertips—a finger flick that could kill.

A soft sensation came through his fingers, and Xue Jing's expression changed.

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