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Chapter 34 Practical Training
The next morning.

A little after five.

Zhou Yan woke up early, his eyes were bloodshot and he did not sleep well.

He was wearing a life-threatening outfit that looked like a black tights.

After he had no practice to divert his attention, when he went to sleep at night, the scene of the massacre in the disaster world in Kuangxue would unconsciously emerge in his mind.

More than 6,000 enemies were killed by him.

Even though they were all inhuman monsters, their appearance was too human-like, which still caused tremendous psychological pressure on Zhou Yan who was wielding the butcher knife.

This psychological pressure made Zhou Yan almost unable to sleep.

Until finally he put on his life suit -

After the superposition, the spirit level of over "20" immediately made his control over his mind much stronger.

Zhou Yan easily suppressed the scenes of massacre that kept replaying in his mind, and was finally able to fall asleep.

Now that he had woken up, he felt that he was in good condition, so he took back his life suit.

This thing still cannot be displayed in front of outsiders.

Then, Zhou Yan carefully felt the abundant energy in his body and couldn't help but open the panel to take a look.

[Physique 10, Agility 9, Spirit 11]

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

After drinking the secret medicine yesterday, he immediately practiced breathing techniques until midnight.

With the help of the medicine, his muscles were fully tempered, their strength gradually increased, and finally they improved a little bit.

Now, even without relying on the bonus of his life equipment, his physical quality is no worse than the human reference standard given by the panel.

In the process of his body becoming stronger, he discovered another thing - the reference value given by the panel was not actually the "average value" but the "excellent value".

That is to say, if you are not a martial artist - specifically a "normal person" who has not practiced secret techniques such as breathing techniques.

If such a normal person can reach a physical fitness level of "10" through normal exercise, he or she will actually be an "excellent" person among humans.

For example, Zhou Yan reasonably speculated based on his own feelings that if both physique and agility could reach "10", he would probably have the physical fitness comparable to that of outstanding athletes on Earth.

As long as one has excellent skills, it is possible to run a 100-meter run in nearly ten seconds and lift more than four times one's own body weight.

And Zhou Yan now possesses this physical quality.

Furthermore, if he continued to practice his breathing techniques, his physical fitness should continue to improve.

Thinking of this, Zhou Yan silently sat up from his bed on the floor, put on his clothes and walked out of the room.

After washing up, he cleaned all the public areas of the sword hall.

After completing his daily work, he ran out of the sword hall.

Although it is early summer, the sun rises early.

But the old street, which is usually bustling, is now starting to become a little noisy.

The hardworking neighbors, especially those small restaurant owners, have already started preparing meals and getting ready to open for business.

Soy milk, fried dough sticks, rice noodles, and pasta... The aroma of different foods wafted through the streets and alleys and penetrated Zhou Yan's increasingly sensitive nose.

He took a deep breath, lowered his head, and silently started his morning jog.

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After one hour.

Zhou Yan's forehead and back were covered in sweat. He returned to this familiar old street panting. As a result, he was repeatedly stopped by neighbors before he even got back to the sword hall.

"Zhou Yan, are you running today too? Come on, come on—"

"Brother Zhou, take a bun and go. You need to eat more to exercise!"

"Xiao Zhou, come here quickly, this glutinous rice has just been steamed, take it!"

"Hey, Xiao Zhou, how about the sesame cakes from yesterday? The meat today is good, take two more!"

"Can't finish it? Then let the two Luo family sisters eat it together, haha~"

So, Zhou Yan returned to the sword hall with several bags of various breakfasts hanging in his hands, looking embarrassed and helpless. "Well, the two sisters don't have to worry about breakfast today."

Zhou Yan muttered to himself as he placed the breakfast box on the counter and put a note with a reminder on it.

It might be because of his disability, and after he cheered up, his personality became more cheerful and gentle, and he even took the initiative to ask his neighbors for work.

A temperament of "disabled but strong-willed" infected this group of enthusiastic neighbors.

So everyone took special care of him.

After a short rest, Zhou Yan took out a breakfast that was not put into the delivery box and began to wolf it down.

He practiced breathing techniques until midnight yesterday. Although he had some secret medicine and supplements to replenish his energy, it also consumed his own nutrition and energy.

Now, after deliberately maintaining a certain speed for morning jogging, I feel even hungrier.

After breakfast, digesting the food is a daily routine.

The static stance is like an owl, the dynamic stance is like a crane dance, and then the wooden sword is used to start the routine training of Nanming sword.

Next, it is the air strike practice of the Riyu Block.

Zhou Yan's clothes were gradually soaked with sweat due to the high-intensity training, and his originally steady breathing gradually became rapid.

But his eyes remained firm.

The sweat shed in daily life is to prevent yourself from bleeding in a real life-and-death battle.

Now, a traveler comes from Earth and gets the chance to become a strong man.

How could we not seize any possibility?

The teaching time in the sword gym is almost the same every day.

Morning classes are from nine to twelve o'clock, and afternoon classes are from two to four o'clock. Sometimes Luo Xuan will organize some assessment activities, which will be extended to around six o'clock.

And today it was almost eleven o'clock.

Zhou Yan, who was still practicing sword swinging silently at the Li Liu Cube, was called over by Luo Xuan.

"Zhou Yan, come here."

He responded and walked over to take a look at the situation.

Luo Xuan and the two male elite students were looking at him.

"Teacher Luo."

In front of others, Zhou Yan addressed Luo Xuan in a more formal way.

Luo Xuan nodded, and then said directly: "Zhou Yan, you have practiced the flow block well. Today, try a simulated actual combat."

"Simulated combat?"

Zhou Yan repeated it softly, then glanced at the two elite students, seeming to be thinking about something.

During this period of time, he often saw these two young men, wearing protective gear, masks, and fighting with metal blades while fully protected.

I guess this is what is called simulated combat?
"Practicing routines can help you become familiar with the moves, and practicing the flow blocks can help you develop your instincts for attacking, but the essence of the Nanming Sword is practical swordsmanship. If you want to achieve something, you must understand the true meaning from real combat." Luo Xuan said a series of words calmly.

Then, she raised the practice sword in her hand and pointed at Zhou Yan and Luo Zhiming: "Luo Zhiming, you come and try to fight Zhou Yan, but be careful not to hurt anyone."

The young man named Luo Zhiming raised his left hand and replied, "No problem."

Zhou Yan took a look at the other party's fully armed appearance and smiled helplessly: "I didn't."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Luo Xuan.

She said in an unquestionable tone: "Go to the locker room, locker number 13. Your protective gear and imitation sword are inside."

Zhou Yan raised his head and looked at Luo Xuan.

The other party also looked at him calmly.

A pair of sword eyes with deep color.

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A chapter about breakfast partners, please accept it, hahahaha
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