True Nature

Right, why didn't you say so earlier?

Chen Chong remained silent, just staring at Yu Feng.

Yu Feng felt a bit uncomfortable under that gaze, rubbed his bald head, and looked away:

"Alright, you don't need to train... come over here and be an assistant instructor."

A fighter who has entered the realm?

The members of the Security Department were initially shocked, but this realization made everything seem reasonable.

Although it stood to reason that a fighter who had just entered the realm shouldn't be able to kick Wang Dejiang until he wet himself, they automatically attributed all factors to the gap in their realms.

Immediately, anger appeared on their faces. What was the meaning of a fighter who had entered the realm coming up on stage? The key was that they had been made to lose so miserably.

But just as they were about to demand an explanation, Yu Feng casually arranged for Chen Chong to be an assistant instructor, and they had no choice but to swallow their breath.

Yu Feng was not just the coach for the fighters, but also the combat instructor for the Security Department. In front of this silent and unshakable combat master who stood like a black tower, few trainees dared to question him.

On the other side, the expressions of the fighters were much more colorful.

Chen Chong broke through? When?

Pei Li was completely confused. She felt like she had sparred with Chen Chong just a few days ago, and at that time, he was clearly still lacking.

And in Peng Wei's impression, the gap was even wider.

How did he break through just by going to the Hunting Grounds? Did he eat raw Earth Dragon Meat?

Li Jun's expression was shifting constantly. After losing to Chen Chong, he had originally planned to heal his injuries and then push for the realm to get his revenge, but now it seemed... he could hold off for a while longer.

Wang Li widened his eyes, his face full of excitement. If the occasion hadn't been so inappropriate, he would have cheered and applauded loudly.

Liu Hetao looked shocked and impressed:

"So amazing."

At this moment, both Wang Li and Liu Hetao recalled one thing, or rather, a number: 40kg.

It had only been a month.

Wang Li suddenly felt a bit dazed.

If that student kid found out, would he be impressed or refuse to admit defeat?

However, after the shock, the fighters were generally happy; after all, Chen Chong represented their side. As for the people from the Security Department, they were relatively well-behaved in front of this temporary assistant instructor. They felt superior to others only when their fists were of equal size. If someone else's fist was a whole realm larger than theirs, then the other party was in the right, and they were the ones who had to be polite.

Wang Dejiang took advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention and quietly went to the infirmary. In truth, his injury wasn't that severe, but it was impossible for him to continue class here today. Was he supposed to come back after changing into a new pair of pants?

After everyone stood back in formation, Yu Feng stood opposite Chen Chong and tilted his head to say to the others:

"Regarding the kick Captain Wang just used, look at what happens if you kick like this. Chen Chong, follow the same path as before—"

Before his voice had even faded, he suddenly delivered a high kick toward Chen Chong's face.

He used the same speed as Wang Dejiang, but the angle was slightly different. Chen Chong had intended to kick out, but he felt that Yu Feng could change his form at any moment, so he hesitated instinctively. In the split second he was stunned, he saw the large sole of the foot right in front of him.

Yu Feng maintained his posture, as stable as a stone statue, and asked calmly:

"Why didn't you move?"

"I had a feeling that if I kicked out, I would have been hit by your axe-chop."

Yu Feng glanced at him, his leg suddenly chopping down like a giant axe, landing on the ground with a heavy thud.

If Chen Chong had used the same low kick as before, he certainly wouldn't have been faster than Yu Feng, who had moved first, and he most likely would have had his leg broken directly.

"Not bad. Just as Chen Chong said, as long as you adjust the angle like this during a high kick, you can leave yourself some leeway. You can kick or chop, adapting to the situation. The second form of the Combat Drill, the side kick, actually touches upon this part..."

Yu Feng began to explain to those off the stage.

Those listening below had a few who suddenly understood, but most were completely bewildered.

Adjust the angle like this? Like what?

Why does this allow for a change in form?

Is there really any difference between this angle and Wang Dejiang's?

Where am I?

They looked at Chen Chong, who was deep in thought and nodding repeatedly, with complex expressions. They all thought, Is this guy a plant?

Why is he pretending to understand it all at once? Yu Feng must have told him beforehand.

It must be that.

For the rest of the class, Yu Feng practiced a few more moves with Chen Chong and then expanded on some combat techniques.

For the trainees, some took it in, while others were lost in the fog.

But although it was Chen Chong's first time as an assistant instructor, he coordinated perfectly with Yu Feng.

This made things much easier for Yu Feng. He looked at Chen Chong several times, and the pace of his lecture became faster and faster. In the end, the advanced techniques involved even made the trainees start to break into a sweat.

Chen Chong, standing right across from the coach, felt it most profoundly. Many of the subtle points were things he had never thought of before, or rather, things he absolutely could not have done before entering the realm.

In fact, he vaguely felt that the material at the end of the class was beyond the syllabus for those off the stage. It was really difficult for them since they hadn't entered the realm yet, but he himself had benefited immensely.

He felt he would need to ponder this carefully after returning; after all, combat before and after entering this realm was vastly different, and this provided a perfect starting point for his path after breaking through.

The fast-paced combat lesson concluded, and as everyone else left, Yu Feng kept Chen Chong behind.

Those leaving cast quiet glances at Chen Chong. These gazes were complex—filled with admiration, jealousy, and annoyance—but regardless of the sentiment, they were not surprised that Yu Feng had singled Chen Chong out.

They knew that from this day forward, Chen Chong was no longer on the same stage as them.

Just as in this classroom, they were trainees, while Chen Chong was an assistant instructor.

"When did you break through?"

"In the Hunting Grounds."

Yu Feng nodded, not asking further.

Breaking through during a fierce battle was a reasonable explanation for anyone.

He simply continued to ask:

"How does it feel?"

Chen Chong pondered for a moment and said:

"My muscles and bones feel solid, my strength is abundant, and my frame feels capable of bearing a thousand catties. Paradoxically, I feel like I have less flesh on me; I feel light."

Yu Feng nodded and said:

"That is because you have set up your bone structure. The subsequent realms will require your blood and energy to generate power, making your muscles and tendons firm to match this fine frame."

Chen Chong asked:

"To put it simply, is that just bodybuilding?"

Yu Feng shook his head:

"That is merely the external form. For a fighter who has truly entered the realm, 'power' does not come entirely from the flesh—though the flesh is always the foundation of a fighter, it is by no means the most critical aspect. The so-called 'blood and energy generating power,' especially the 'energy,' is what makes us different from ordinary people. You have such a deep grasp of the breathing method; you should have felt it by now."

Chen Chong nodded slowly. Every time he circulated his breathing method, his strength increased significantly. This power that appeared out of thin air was clearly not just the body's potential; the power within the breath was the root, and it was the key for fighters to continuously break through realms.

Yu Feng continued:

"But talking about this now is too far off for you. Just remember: in cultivation, never pursue the superficial, but seek the essence.

"It is just that during these stages of physical tempering, changes in physique do have certain advantages. Many fighters who have achieved some success will 'grow muscles,' like Zhou Hu and me. However, although General Manager Long is more than a size smaller than us, his strength is more than a notch above ours. He could probably take on both of us with one hand."

A look of shock appeared in Chen Chong's eyes:

"Is there such a huge gap?"

Yu Feng nodded:

"He is already in the third realm and has defeated the Skull Gang leader Gu Jian, so he is perhaps not far from the fourth.

"I use him as an example to say that the so-called blood and energy generating power and firm muscles are by no means just formalistic things; they are about ensuring your body is worthy of your tempered bones in terms of realm. Basic breathing methods alone cannot achieve this."

Yu Feng looked at him and said nonchalantly:

"I will teach you the Second-Stage Breathing Method now, but this one is slightly different from the ones given to other contracted fighters and security captains. Keep this difference to yourself; there is no need to discuss it with them."