A Bountiful Harvest of Skill and Attribute Points! Momentum!

Late at night.

The seventh floor of an old apartment complex.

Fang Qingyu walked out of the bathroom, towel-drying his hair.

He looked at the status panel before him.

Congratulations, your profession "Security Guard" has reached Lv. 2 (45/200). Reward: one Skill Point.

Congratulations, your Basic Skill "Handstand Push-up" has reached Lv. 2 (Max). Reward: one Attribute Point.

His Security Guard job had already been grinded up to 93 experience points yesterday.

Tonight, not only had it leveled up, but he had also resolved an incident, causing his profession experience to soar!

After returning, Fang Qingyu had grinded his Level 1 Handstand Push-up all the way to Level 2 as well.

So now, he had one Attribute Point and one Skill Point in reserve.

There was no need to say much about Attribute Points.

He could use them after finishing his training each day.

As for Skill Points...

He had yet to use Bloodrage since obtaining it.

Ancient Methods History stated that it required twenty-four hours to recover after use. At a glance, it was clearly a trump-card-type skill.

At the very least, he could not casually test it right now and interrupt his Practicing Martial Arts progress.

As for whether he should spend the point now...

Fang Qingyu felt he could wait a little longer.

At his current stage...

Dragon Hibernation Breath and Baji Quan would both offer better value.

But neither had been learned yet.

He still had to train!

With that thought, Fang Qingyu stopped agonizing over it and went straight to sleep.

The next day.

April had completely passed.

Yet the rainy season showed no sign of stopping. If anything, it had grown even worse.

By the time he arrived at the martial arts gym...

Fang Qingyu's clothes were soaked through.

Qi Hao happened to have just arrived at the entrance as well. The moment he saw Fang Qingyu, he walked over and carefully poked Fang Qingyu's shoulder.

"What are you doing?"

Fang Qingyu looked at him as though he were an idiot.

"Doesn't it hurt?"

Qi Hao stared at him in astonishment.

"I heard that after training Baji Quan, it only starts hurting the next morning when you wake up."

Fang Qingyu immediately thought of the little medicine bottle Zhao Feng had given him.

It seemed he had still underestimated its value.

But he still had no idea who Zhao Feng really was. He had asked Qi Hao yesterday, but Qi Hao did not know him either.

"I'm fine. Come on, class is starting."

Fang Qingyu did not say more, pulling Qi Hao into the training hall.

Today's goal...

He would grind the activation progress of both skills as much as possible.

Likewise, he could not neglect stance training or the Basic Fist Technique.

But today's instruction was a little different.

Coach Zheng stood before Fang Qingyu, looking somewhat embarrassed.

"Coach Lin still isn't free today. Practice the Breathing Technique first."

"Oh, okay."

Fang Qingyu paused in surprise but did not object.

It was fine as long as he could first get started with the Breathing Technique.

However, recalling how completely fearless he had felt when facing the bald man yesterday, Fang Qingyu could not help bringing it up.

"That's the second function of the Breathing Technique."

"You can see a person's presence."

Instructor Zheng had Fang Qingyu stand twenty meters away.

"Now, activate Dragon Hibernation Breath and observe me."

Fang Qingyu did as instructed. The moment he entered the state, an invisible pressure swept toward him.

Instructor Zheng, who had seemed completely harmless just moments ago, made every hair on Fang Qingyu's body stand on end.

Two seconds later, he exited the state.

"That's a person's presence. You can normally sense it too, but it isn't nearly as obvious."

"Yesterday, your body sensed the other person's presence. Subconsciously, you knew they posed no threat to you, which was why you didn't feel any sense of danger."

Instructor Zheng spoke as she walked over.

"However, reading someone's presence isn't entirely accurate. Especially against someone far stronger than you—even if you activate Dragon Hibernation Breath, they can still appear as ordinary as anyone else in front of you."

"I understand."

Fang Qingyu nodded seriously.

Presence might not be completely reliable, but combined with his ability to see someone's class title, it should be accurate nine times out of ten.

"Mm. Today, you'll practice the combat Breathing Technique with Qi Hao."

With that, Instructor Zheng called Qi Hao over.

"You spar with Fang Qingyu. Let them dismiss themselves afterward."

"Alright."

Qi Hao nodded blankly.

Then, as though she had something urgent to deal with, Instructor Zheng hurried off.

It wasn't just her. Instructor Qin and the other coaches were doing the same.

Fang Qingyu frowned slightly as he watched them, but he didn't ask any questions.

"Hehe, Qingzi."

Qi Hao was already looking at Fang Qingyu with ill intent.

"Looks like you've held a grudge against me for a long time?"

Seeing that, Fang Qingyu took the lead and headed toward an open area nearby.

Qi Hao brought up an old grievance with a resentful expression. "Remember our first year of high school?"

"I remember."

Fang Qingyu couldn't help laughing whenever he thought of it.

They hadn't known each other long at the time, but they were already friends.

One day after school, Qi Hao was surrounded by a group of thugs at the school gate. Fang Qingyu came out and saw them. At first, he wanted to leave, but in the end, he decided to save him.

But there was no way the two of them could beat that many people. So Fang Qingyu rushed into a nearby shop, grabbed two kitchen knives, and charged at the thugs with red eyes.

They were so frightened that they turned around and ran.

Only afterward did he find out that those people had actually been hired by Qi Hao, specifically to build up his image and attract other girls.

"What's your Punching Power now?"

After the two reached the open area, Fang Qingyu asked before they began.

"220 KG." Qi Hao proudly gave the number.

T-Tyson?

Fang Qingyu's mouth twitched.

"Don't worry, I won't use my full strength. This is mainly to train how long you can sustain the Breathing Technique in actual combat."

Though he had just been joking, Qi Hao understood the purpose of their sparring very well.

"Here I come!"

Neither of them wasted any more time.

Qi Hao's fist came flying straight at him, carrying a fierce gust of wind.

Fang Qingyu's pupils contracted slightly as he entered the Dragon Hibernation Breath state.

The fist in his vision suddenly slowed down, and he could clearly see the tremor running through Qi Hao's shoulder muscles.

But he only had enough time to pull his left foot back half a step and twist his waist and hips, bringing up his right arm to block. The dull thud of flesh striking flesh echoed through the empty training hall.

"Don't break your breathing!"

Qi Hao pressed forward, sweeping a whip kick toward his ribs.

Fang Qingyu leaned back to avoid it, cold sweat already seeping down his back.

The wondrous rhythm of the Breathing Technique broke on and off amid the intense movement, like spider silk torn apart by gale-force winds.

"Left side!" Qi Hao suddenly barked.

Fang Qingyu instinctively turned aside, only to see his opponent's right leg strike from the completely opposite angle like a venomous snake.

He hurriedly raised his knee to block, and as pain shot through it, his breathing rhythm completely collapsed.

The translucent clarity over the world before his eyes instantly faded.

"Stop!" Qi Hao withdrew his stance and leaped back.

"That's the third time. Every time you get fooled by a feint, you forget to adjust your breathing."

Fang Qingyu braced himself on his knee and panted, the front of his tracksuit already soaked through.

The overhead lights of the training hall blurred into spots of light through his sweat-dampened lashes. He could clearly feel his heart pounding violently in his chest, as if it were about to smash through his ribs.

"Again."

Fang Qingyu wiped his face and resumed his stance. "This time, I—"

Before he could finish, Qi Hao had already flashed in front of him.

This time, there were no fancy moves—just a straightforward front kick, but it was more than thirty percent faster than before.

Fang Qingyu abruptly arched backward, the back of his head nearly touching the ground, yet in that extreme position, he completed one full breath through his nose.

The special frequency suddenly stabilized!

It was as though the world had been paused. He could see the Water Droplets kicked up from Qi Hao's pant leg hanging suspended in midair.

Seeing this, Fang Qingyu's waist muscles contracted sharply, and he sprang up like a compressed spring, his right hand clawing toward his opponent's ankle.

"Good!"

Qi Hao's eyes lit up. The right leg Fang Qingyu had seized suddenly twisted at an impossible angle, sending Qi Hao spinning through the air.

"But don't forget to breathe!"

Fang Qingyu was about to press the attack when a searing pain suddenly stabbed through his Lung Lobes. His grip on Qi Hao's ankle loosened involuntarily.

Qi Hao took the opportunity to break free and retreat, opening the distance.

"You entered the state three times just now, for a total of six seconds." He glanced at his smart wristwatch.

Fang Qingyu leaned on his knees and let his breathing return to normal.

Then he could not help turning to look at him.

"How long can you maintain it now?"

Qi Hao held up three fingers.

"More than three minutes at a time!"

Rather than discouragement, frustration, or resentment, Fang Qingyu's eyes lit up at those words.

Three minutes.

Under normal circumstances, that was enough to settle plenty of fights.

Looks like I still had to train!

"Come on, keep going!"

Fang Qingyu climbed up from the floor, even more fired up than before.

"No, wait. Aren't you going to rest first?"

Qi Hao froze for a moment before asking.

He had not even gone all out, yet he had been effortlessly beating Fang Qingyu down the entire time. Didn't it hurt??

Fang Qingyu laughed and cursed at that, then took the initiative to charge at Qi Hao.

"Rest my ass!"

"Here I come!"