On the rooftop of the quarters at the base, Zhou Gang sat slumped for a long time before catching his breath.
The sensation of falling off the building had truly caught him off guard. It had nearly scared him out of his wits, in fact, and he had taken half a step through death's door.
Fortunately, soldiers like them regularly trained with live ammunition, and their willpower and courage far exceeded those of ordinary people. Being challenged like this by Chen Jue had instead roused his fighting spirit.
Once he had recovered, Zhou Gang climbed back onto the concrete parapet and began sparring with Chen Jue.
"Zhou Gang, you've developed considerable skill in your family's I-pattern Tiger-Subduing Fist. With its solid armwork, stable stances, and broad, sweeping movements, combined with Military Hand-to-Hand Combat, you should have no problem dealing with ordinary opponents. But you haven't mastered the technique of releasing Bright Force yet. After a short burst of exertion, you run out of steam. Once that happens, you can't sustain your attacks, and your opponent can easily exploit the opening."
"First, take a look at the back of my hand!" Standing opposite Zhou Gang, Chen Jue raised his arm level for him to see.
The pores on Chen Jue's arm opened and closed at his command, goosebumps rising and subsiding. The sight of those bumps, each like an iron broad bean, made Zhou Gang's pupils shrink almost to pinpoints.
"Coach... what is this?" This was Zhou Gang's first time seeing anyone control his skin to such a degree.
"This is high-level martial skill. Once you've developed Bright Force, you can contract your pores at will to keep your body heat from escaping so quickly. I've also practiced several hard-body arts. Touch my skin and feel it for yourself," Chen Jue