Formal Class, Confidentiality Agreement

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Fang Qingyu maintained the rhythm of his breathing, counting silently in his mind.

Today, his physical attributes had surged, and his endurance in fitness exercises was even greater than yesterday.

He only stopped counting when a new prompt popped up before his eyes.

Fang Qingyu slowly lowered his feet.

[Congratulations on your professional basic skill "Dragon Flag" leveling up to Lv.2 (0/200). Reward: 1 attribute point]

"Huh?"

"It didn't max out this time?"

Fang Qingyu looked surprised. He had originally thought all fitness skills maxed out at level 2.

Now it seemed it was probably related to difficulty.

This was actually a good thing.

It allowed him to continue grinding.

Goal achieved.

Fang Qingyu took a shower and collapsed into bed.

Every day was so fulfilling that he never had to worry about sleep.

The next day.

Chenfeng Martial Hall.

Qi Hao was waiting at the entrance early in the morning. Seeing Fang Qingyu park his electric scooter, he walked over with a mournful expression.

"Qingzi."

"What's up?"

Fang Qingyu asked curiously, seeing his expression.

"You joined the Formal Class without telling me?"

Qi Hao's gaze became even more mournful, like a little wife.

"I was just planning to give you a surprise."

Fang Qingyu smiled and punched his shoulder.

"Ah, you giving me a surprise is indeed a shock."

Qi Hao slung an arm around Fang Qingyu's shoulder, and they walked towards the entrance side-by-side.

"Who joins the Formal Class from being a normal person in just ten-odd days?"

"No one?"

Fang Qingyu was stunned.

Qi Hao paused, thinking, "Uh, there are some, but very few. Those people are legends now."

"Legends?"

Fang Qingyu raised an eyebrow.

Legends seemed a bit exaggerated.

"They are indeed legends. You'll know when you get older. Come on, I'll take you to Instructor Zheng first."

Qi Hao eagerly pulled Fang Qingyu into the martial hall.

Fang Qingyu followed him in, his gaze instinctively locking onto Instructor Qin. After a moment, he pulled Qi Hao's arm away.

"Uh, wait a moment. I need to find Instructor Qin."

Instructor Qin stood there, his eyebrows raising as he watched Fang Qingyu approach.

"Why are you here instead of attending your Formal Class lesson?"

Without giving Instructor Qin a chance to react, Fang Qingyu quickly bowed, then smiled and stood up. "Thank you very much for your guidance these past few days, Instructor Qin."

Instructor Qin looked a bit pleased, but quickly put on a stern face.

"No matter how much you thank me, the tuition fee won't be refunded."

"Get going to class."

Fang Qingyu's mouth twitched as he heard this, and he nodded.

"Will do."

"Pfft."

Qi Hao watched from a distance, suppressing a laugh, waiting for Fang Qingyu to return.

"Do you know Instructor Qin's nickname? Not many people dare to go back to him after leaving his presence."

"What is it?"

Fang Qingyu subconsciously asked.

But then he suddenly remembered something and asked, "Right, what's Instructor Qin's full name?"

"Qin Hui, nicknamed Poison Tongue."

Qi Hao answered both questions at once.

"Oh."

After noting down the full name, Fang Qingyu walked with Qi Hao to the Formal Class area.

The biggest difference here from the regular class was the presence of many weapon racks, and the training posts were also different.

The training posts in the Formal Class were entirely dark brown, with fine, circular patterns covering their surfaces.

They had an extra layer of natural oil sheen compared to those in the regular class.

Instructor Zheng was standing in front of these training posts.

Qi Hao led Fang Qingyu to her and saluted.

"Instructor Zheng, the new student has arrived!"

Instructor Zheng nodded and waved Qi Hao away, "Go practice on your own."

Then she turned her attention to Fang Qingyu.

"You, come with me."

Fang Qingyu curiously followed her to an office behind a screen on the other side.

"Let me see your ID card again."

After sitting down in her chair, Instructor Zheng looked at the computer and extended her hand towards Fang Qingyu.

Fang Qingyu handed her the ID card.

A moment later

Instructor Zheng closed the computer and took a piece of paper from a drawer, placing it on the desk.

"In the Formal Class, there are two agreements you need to sign regarding what you'll be learning. See if you can accept them."

"Okay."

Fang Qingyu curiously picked up the papers and looked at them.

One was a non-disclosure agreement, and the other was an official agreement.

The main content of the non-disclosure agreement was that students were not allowed to reveal anything learned in the Formal Class to anyone. Violations would result in heavy fines and legal repercussions.

Fang Qingyu had guessed this when he heard about the agreement.

It wasn't unexpected.

However, the second agreement made Fang Qingyu frown slightly, and he looked up at Instructor Zheng.

"To enter the Formal Class, I have to join this Regulatory Bureau?"

"It's just a formality. Read it first."

Instructor Zheng didn't even look up, clearly having heard this question many times before.

Fang Qingyu could only patiently finish reading.

Only then did he understand what was going on.

What was taught in the Formal Class were killing techniques.

Therefore, the agreement stipulated that Formal Class students, unless under special circumstances, would receive an additional penalty if they intentionally harmed someone.

Secondly, they needed to be registered with the Regulatory Bureau for easy information retrieval at any time.

Fang Qingyu could understand this, likening it to how locksmiths were registered.

He then signed his name directly.

He handed the documents back to Instructor Zheng.

"Let's go."

"Do you want to practice punches or weapons?"

Instructor Zheng put away the documents, stood up, and led the way out, asking.

"Uh..."

"Can I practice both?"

Fang Qingyu followed behind, asking the question he had been thinking about.

He really liked boxing.

But he also understood the principle that longer weapons offered an advantage.

If possible, Fang Qingyu wanted to learn boxing along with a weapon.

This would allow him to better cope with any situation.

"You can, as long as you can learn it."

To Fang Qingyu's surprise, Instructor Zheng nodded readily.

Seeing that she had agreed, Fang Qingyu couldn't wait to begin the next stage of training.

"Come on, hit me."

Before he could even reach the training post, Instructor Zheng faced Fang Qingyu, speaking in a relaxed posture.

"?"

Fang Qingyu was taken aback.

"Just hit me when I tell you to."

Instructor Zheng furrowed her delicate brows, her sternness radiating authority.

Fang Qingyu could only brace himself, raising his fist and driving it towards her face.

Slap—

Instructor Zheng immediately slapped Fang Qingyu's wrist, frowning as she reprimanded him.

"Is that how Old Qin taught you the basics of practical combat?"

Fang Qingyu shook his hand, a red mark already beginning to swell on his wrist.

Hearing her words, he cast aside all other thoughts, focusing his mind one hundred percent.

Taking a deep breath, he forcefully planted his heel and threw a left punch in an arc towards Instructor Zheng's ribs.

Slap—

Instructor Zheng delivered another slap, anticipating his movement and intercepting his forearm.

Fang Qingyu felt as if he had been paused; the power in his arm inexplicably collapsed into a dull ache.

"Hold your breath."

Instructor Zheng suddenly moved forward, her right hand hovering just above his abdomen.

"Feel the resonance in your chest."

Just as Fang Qingyu was about to speak, she tapped his collarbone with her finger.

This light tap felt like a switch being flipped; his blocked breath suddenly flowed smoothly, sinking into his Dantian, and his spine straightened like a recalibrated spring.

"The thunderous sound originates from the heel, and is launched from the waist and hips."

Instructor Zheng's thumb pressed against his lower back. "As you inhale, expand your intercostal muscles; as you exhale, sink your tailbone, and then punch!"

Amidst the rhythmic pressure, Fang Qingyu grasped a certain frequency.

Instructor Zheng, who had been speaking, seemed to freeze in time before his eyes.

The next second.

He punched!!

On the chart, the panel on the Martial Arts Apprentice page also quietly changed.

[Detected vocational advancement skill "Dragon Hibernation Breath" is activating (1/100)]

[Activation experience +1]