Breathing Method

Xiao He was dragged away, but his screams still faintly drifted from the distance.

Even after the sounds faded, the trainees felt as if the wailing was still echoing in their ears.

The open ground fell into a dead silence, and many trainees began to tremble slightly.

Long Zhibin acted as if nothing had happened, continuing with a smile as he spoke about the layout of The Park and the company's business, detailing the history of Thunder Dragon and its bright prospects. This time, no one dared to speak.

Everyone finally understood what kind of place this was.

This was a telecom fraud park.

Chen Chong had never imagined that in a Satellite City where pagers were the primary mobile communication device, there would be such rampant telecom fraud.

But as he lived there long enough, he discovered that pagers had remained the mainstream for a decade, the advertisements on old televisions were as aggressive as the Double 11 sales from his past life, and the landline at home received several calls from strangers with thick, awkward accents every day.

Long Zhibin's lecture finally concluded, and he turned his head to look at Brother Leopard:

"Are they divided up?"

Brother Leopard nodded, stepped forward, and began pointing at people with his chubby fingers:

"Li Xiaoguang, Wang Li, Liu Hetao, Chen Chong. Come over here."

The individuals called were somewhat hesitant, but the next words left them stunned:

"You lot will continue practicing boxing here."

Long Zhibin nodded and said with a smile:

"You'd better give it your all. As for the others, go into the factory building now to tour and begin your training. Our company is in a stage of rapid development; we don't keep idlers here."

After giving his orders, he and Brother Leopard left directly, while the trainees were split into two groups and led away in different directions.

The trainees entering the factory building looked at the backs of Chen Chong and the other three with envy, whispering:

"Why do they get to keep learning boxing?"

"Maybe it's... aptitude? Li Xiaoguang is a student preparing for the Wu Yuan, his foundation is solid, and Wang Li has been in gangs; both are quite skilled."

"What about Liu Hetao and Chen Chong? Especially Chen Chong, I remember his punching power is only 40kg. Isn't anyone who has practiced for a couple of days, or even someone who hasn't, better than him?"

"Don't know."

"Damn, lucky bastards. Just now, did Long... did President Long say we have performance quotas? What happens if we don't meet them? Man, this place..."

"If you don't meet the quota, you'll be subjected to the company's 'family law'."

A soft voice drifted over, and a charming woman walked out of the factory building.

She had fair skin and delicate features, dressed in a white shirt and a black skirt that covered just above her knees, revealing a pair of slender, straight legs wrapped in black silk stockings. Her dainty feet were encased in seven-centimeter black high heels, the red soles flashing as she walked.

The woman wore black-rimmed glasses with her dark hair pinned up high. She swept her gaze over the trainees and said with her head held high:

"I am the one in charge of your training. You can call me Sister Zhang. It just so happens that some from the previous batch who didn't meet their quotas are receiving their 'family law' right now. Since you're curious, I'll take you to see. Heh, I believe that after you see it, you'll be more attentive to your work. By the way, what were you saying just now?"

Everyone shook their heads in unison.

The woman glanced at them, then looked at the group walking away, and said knowingly:

"You think practicing boxing is better?"

Without waiting for an answer, she revealed a subtle smile:

"Perhaps after a while, you'll find that you'd rather receive the 'family law' than go back to that. Here... at least you can stay alive."

She glanced once more outside the factory, then turned and walked toward the depths of the complex, her high heels clicking against the floor:

"Follow me, it's freezing at the entrance."

Chen Chong and the others followed Yu Feng into a Small Building on the other side, entering a Main Training Hall on the first floor that was similar to a boxing gym.

Having the four of them stand in line, Yu Feng looked at them, his gaze shifting, and suddenly said:

"I am the only one here."

Chen Chong was startled, instantly sensing the atmosphere turn subtle.

Li Xiaoguang and Wang Li exchanged a quiet glance, appearing somewhat restless, while Liu Hetao looked completely ignorant and fearful, not knowing what to make of it.

But in the end, no one moved, and no one spoke.

Chen Chong knew his own limits; he would be no match for this bald, burly man who stood nearly two meters tall.

It seemed that Yu Feng held a certain status in this massive park, and his combat prowess was clearly more than that of a simple boxing gym coach.

Furthermore, while there might only be Yu Feng in this training hall, Chen Chong had clearly seen that the park was surrounded by high walls, with guard towers at the gates and armed sentries.

Seeing their reaction, Yu Feng shook his head:

"Trash."

Chen Chong remained expressionless, while Wang Li and the others looked ugly, yet still, no one spoke.

"If your heart isn't ruthless, your fists won't be hard, and you won't survive here. You should know what kind of place this is by now."

Yu Feng said indifferently:

"Over the next few days, I will teach you a few real combat techniques. Practice hard; this is your chance to survive."

"Now, we start with the Breathing Method."

Chen Chong was somewhat surprised. Was he actually going to teach them?

The boxing theory and horse stance he had learned at the gym over the past two days were no different from his previous life.

However, the reason fighters in this life were different from those in his past life lay precisely in those "training methods."

The Breathing Method was a major category of these training methods.

Chen Chong had heard his desk mate He Bufan talk about it quite a bit, so he had a slight understanding. He knew that without these training methods, one could not reach the true "realm."

As for what exactly a realm was, He Bufan had only stammered, claiming the knowledge could not be easily passed on—Chen Chong could tell at a glance that the guy probably hadn't even mastered it himself.

Now that he was actually going to teach the Breathing Method, Chen Chong began to feel expectant.

Li Xiaoguang suddenly spoke up, reaching out a hand:

"Coach... Yu, are those two going to learn along with us?"

He was pointing at Chen Chong and Liu HeTao.

Yu Feng nodded indifferently.

Li Xiaoguang frowned and said:

"They won't be able to learn it."

Yu Feng said coldly:

"What makes you think they can't?"

Li Xiaoguang hesitated:

"But my previous teacher said that the Breathing Method requires a certain physical foundation to begin, otherwise it will cause irreversible damage..."

"If they don't learn it now, they'll die even faster once they leave here."

Yu Feng said indifferently.

Chen Chong asked:

"Once we leave here? What are we going to do? Join the company's Security Department?"

Yu Feng did not say much:

"If you perform well, there's a chance."

Li Xiaoguang wanted to say more but held back, while Wang Li kept a gloomy expression, his eyes flickering; only Liu HeTao looked completely clueless.

Chen Chong fell into deep thought.

It doesn't look like they're recruiting? If they're teaching us this, what do they want us to do?

Undoubtedly, this place was not a charity organization offering free combat training.

Besides, would practicing it now really damage the body?

Seeing that no one was speaking, Yu Feng began to explain:

"This Breathing Method is the secret technique of a certain boxing gym... Forget it, that gym has been gone for a long time anyway."

He showed no expression when he said this, merely pausing for a moment before saying flatly:

"Watch my movements."

The training room not only lacked heating, but the windows were also wide open, leaving it exposed on all sides.

The winter wind of the Wasteland was colder than in the city, and white mist puffed from everyone's mouths as they spoke.

At this moment, Yu Feng took a light breath, then suddenly exhaled through his nose.

Two streams of white mist shot out like a pair of white dragons, traveling over a meter before dissipating beneath Yu Feng.

Using the white mist as an indicator for the rhythm and intensity of his breathing, he demonstrated the cadence of this Breathing Method, accompanied by deliberately heavy wheezing sounds.

Li Xiaoguang and Wang Li were both dumbfounded, and cold sweat soon broke out on their backs.

It was fortunate they hadn't acted impulsively earlier; seeing that dragon-like breath coiling around Yu Feng, it was clear he had already transcended the limits of an ordinary person.

About five minutes later, Yu Feng finished demonstrating the Breathing Method and said quietly:

"This is the Breathing Method. Once you learn it, practicing it daily will comprehensively improve your physical fitness."

After he finished, he suddenly turned to Chen Chong:

"But it also places a great burden on the body. Without a foundation, the possibility of injury is very high. Do you want to learn? Decide for yourself."

Chen Chong felt the gazes of the others, especially Yu Feng's, and his heart stirred.

He was silent for a moment, then said:

"Coach Yu, does this place provide meals?"