Midnight.
Seventh floor of the old community.
Fang Qingyu, drying his hair, walked out of the bathroom.
He looked at the diagram in front of him.
[Congratulations, your profession "Security Guard" has risen to Level 2 (45/200), rewarding you with one skill point]
[Congratulations, your professional basic skill "Handstand Pushup" has risen to Level 2 (Max), rewarding you with one attribute point]
Yesterday, the security guard level already reached 93 experience points.
Tonight, not only did he level up, but he also resolved an incident, causing his profession experience to surge!
After returning, Fang Qingyu pushed the Level 1 Handstand Pushup to Level 2.
So currently, there is a saving of one attribute point and skill point.
No need to say much about the attribute point.
It can be used every day after training ends.
As for the skill point...
Blood Burst has been acquired but never used.
The Ancient Technique records that it requires 24 hours of recovery time after use, obviously a skill positioned like a killer move.
At least, for now, it can't be used casually, which would disrupt martial arts training progress.
As for whether to use it now...
Fang Qingyu feels it can wait a bit longer.
At the current stage.
Dragon Sting Breath and Baji Fist would be more cost-effective.
However, neither has been mastered yet.
Still need to practice!
With this thought, Fang Qingyu stopped hesitating and fell asleep.
...
The next day.
April has completely passed.
However, the rainy season seems to have no intention of stopping, instead getting even more intense.
Upon arriving at the Martial Arts Hall.
Fang Qingyu's clothes were soaked through.
Qi Hao happened to arrive at the entrance as well, and upon seeing Fang Qingyu, he carefully poked his shoulder.
"What are you doing?"
Fang Qingyu looked at him as if he was a fool.
"Doesn't it hurt?"
Qi Hao looked at him in astonishment.
"I heard that after practicing Baji Fist, it's the second day when you wake up that hurts the most."
Fang Qingyu immediately recalled the small medicine bottle Zhao Feng had given him.
It seems... he underestimated its value.
However, who Zhao Feng really is remains unclear; he asked Qi Hao yesterday but got no recognition.
"It's alright, let's go, class is starting."
Fang Qingyu didn't say more and pulled Qi Hao into the practice field.
Today's goal.
To maximize the activation progress of two skills.
Similarly, Pile Skill and Basic Boxing should not be neglected.
But today's teaching method is a bit different.
Zheng Jiao stood in front of Fang Qingyu, slightly embarrassed.
"Lin Jiao is still unavailable today, so you practice the Breathing Technique first."
"Oh, okay."
Fang Qingyu was taken aback but had no objections.
Anyway, mastering the Breathing Technique first is fine.
However, recalling the feeling of fearlessness facing the bald man yesterday, Fang Qingyu couldn't help but mention it.
"This is the second function of the Breathing Technique."
"It can reveal a person's aura."
Zheng Jiao asked Fang Qingyu to stand 20 meters away.
"Now, activate Dragon Sting Breath and observe me."
Following these words, Fang Qingyu did as he was told, and as soon as he entered the state, an intangible pressure came over.
The previously harmless Zheng Jiao...
made Fang Qingyu's hairs stand on end.
Two seconds later, he exited the state.
"This is a person's aura, you can actually feel it usually, just not as clearly."
"Yesterday, your body sensed the other's aura, subconsciously knowing they posed no threat to you, so you didn't feel a crisis."
Zheng Jiao explained while walking over.
"However, seeing aura isn't entirely accurate, especially against someone much stronger. Even if you activate Dragon Sting Breath, they may still appear like an ordinary person before you."
"Understood."
Fang Qingyu nodded earnestly.
Although aura isn't fully accurate, combined with seeing the other's professional title, it should be roughly correct.
"Hmm, today you practice Practical Breathing Technique with Qi Hao."
With that, Zheng Jiao called Qi Hao over.
"You practice with Fang Qingyu, and let them finish class themselves later."
"Alright."
Qi Hao nodded, puzzled.
Then, as if in a hurry, Zheng Jiao quickly left.
Not only her, but Qin Jiao and the other coaches as well.
Fang Qingyu watched with a slight frown but didn't ask much.
"Hehe, Qingzi..."
Qi Hao looked at Fang Qingyu with ill intent.
"Looks like you've been holding a grudge against me for a long time?"
Seeing the situation, Fang Qingyu took the lead and walked towards the open space on the side.
Qi Hao brought up a past event with a face full of grievance, "Do you remember when we were in our first year of high school?"
"I remember."
Fang Qingyu couldn't help but laugh when he recalled the incident.
They hadn't known each other long at the time, but they were considered friends.
One day after school, Qi Hao was blocked by a group of thugs at the school gate. Fang Qingyu came out and originally planned to leave, but ended up deciding to help him.
But clearly, the two couldn't win, so Fang Qingyu rushed into a nearby shop and grabbed two kitchen knives, and with red eyes, he charged at the group of thugs.
Scared, they turned and ran away...
It turned out later that those people were actually hired by Qi Hao to build his image, in hopes of attracting other girls.
"How much is your punch power now?"
As they walked to the open space, Fang Qingyu asked before the fight started.
"220KG." Qi Hao said proudly.
Ty...Tyson?
Fang Qingyu's mouth twitched.
"Don't worry, I won't use full force. Mainly, it's to help you train the duration of your Breathing Technique in real combat."
It was just a joke earlier; Qi Hao clearly knew the purpose of their sparring.
"Here we go!"
The two of them stopped hesitating.
Qi Hao's fist came with a gust of wind.
Fang Qingyu's pupils shrank, entering the Dragon Sting Breath state.
In his vision, the fist suddenly became slow. He could clearly see the vibration trajectory of the muscles in Qi Hao's shoulder blade.
But he only had time to step back half a step with his left foot, twisting his waist and hips to drive his right arm to block. The dull thud of skin and flesh colliding echoed through the empty hall.
"Don't stop your breathing!"
Qi Hao advanced, sweeping a leg towards Fang Qingyu's rib.
Fang Qingyu leaned back to avoid it, with cold sweat soaking through his back.
The wondrous rhythm of the Breathing Technique intermittently unraveled in the intense exercise, like cobwebs torn by a fierce wind.
"Left route!" Qi Hao suddenly shouted low.
Fang Qingyu instinctively turned to his side, only to see the opponent's right leg attacking from the completely opposite angle like a poisonous snake.
In haste, he raised his knee to block, feeling acute pain as his breathing rhythm completely collapsed.
The world before his eyes instantly lost that level of transparency.
"Stop!" Qi Hao retreated after executing his move.
"Third time, every time you're fooled by a fake move, you forget to adjust your breathing."
Fang Qingyu gasped, holding his knee, with the front of his training suit completely soaked.
The hall's ceiling lights blurred into spots of light between his sweat-drenched eyelashes; he could clearly feel his heart pounding violently in his chest, as if it was about to shatter his ribs.
"Again."
Fang Qingyu wiped his face, assuming the stance again, "This time I will..."
Before he could finish speaking, Qi Hao had already flashed in front of him.
This time, it was a straightforward and unadorned front kick, but the speed was more than thirty percent faster than before.
Fang Qingyu abruptly leaned back, with the back of his head nearly touching the ground, yet his nasal cavity completed a full breath in this extreme position.
The special frequency suddenly stabilized!
The world seemed to pause; he could see the water droplets splashed from the hem of Qi Hao's pants suspended midair.
Seeing this, Fang Qingyu's waist muscles contracted sharply, his whole being springing up like a spring, right hand clawing towards the opponent's ankle.
"Good!"
Qi Hao's eyes lit up, his captured right leg suddenly twisted bizarrely, his whole body flipping in the air.
"But don't forget to breathe!"
Just as Fang Qingyu was about to pursue him, a burning pain flared in his lungs, forcing his hand to let go of the ankle.
Qi Hao took the opportunity to break free and retreat, increasing the distance.
"You entered the state three times just now, totaling 6 seconds." He glanced at his smart wristwatch.
Fang Qingyu held his knee... letting his breath free.
He couldn't help but turn to look at him.
"How long can you maintain it now?"
Qi Hao held up three fingers.
"Over three minutes in one instance!"
After hearing this, Fang Qingyu's eyes weren't filled with discouragement, frustration, or reluctance... Instead, his eyes gleamed.
Three minutes...
In normal circumstances, it's enough to resolve many battles.
Looks like I still need to train!
"Come on, continue!"
Fang Qingyu got up from the ground, his fighting spirit even more exuberant than before.
"No way... aren't you taking a break?"
Qi Hao was stunned and asked.
Even though I wasn't using full force just now, I was still pressing him easily the whole time, doesn't it hurt??
Fang Qingyu laughed and cursed at his words, then proactively approached Qi Hao.
"Take a break, my ass!"
"Here we go!"