Wasteland Border Inspector

Chapter 7 Learning Instinct, the Overbearing Brother B!
"Power originates from the hips, strength from the waist, energy flows through the arms, and momentum reaches the fist."

"Weapons are an extension of the body. One must train until the weapon is as natural as one's hands and feet, the power penetrates the blood and qi, and the mind governs the whole body before one can glimpse the wonder of the traditional martial arts' 'unity of man and weapon'."

In the training ground.

Cheng Ye moved back and forth like the wind, chanting the incantation taught by Liu Bi while brandishing his knife in a feint.

Unfortunately, Liu Bi's imposing swordsmanship, when it came into his hands, apart from the exaggerated movements, looked more like he was just chopping vegetables and cooking.

It's soft and lacks power.

thump.

The short sword struck the ironwood dummy, bouncing to the side and leaving a barely visible gash.

"Modern people's bloodlust and murderous instincts have long been worn down by civilized education. I need to watch short videos for half a day to learn how to kill a chicken before I dare to do it, let alone cut someone with a knife..."

Cheng Ye couldn't help but shake his head. "If I were to rely solely on self-study and not rely on my own courage, I'm afraid even after a year or two of study, I wouldn't be confident in dealing with ordinary infected individuals."

"But fortunately, I have other options."

Cheng Ye sheathed his short sword, walked to a corner, and mentally opened the control panel.

[Collector: Cheng Ye]

Current Rank: Level 1 Trainee

Life Level: 0

[Skill: Empty, Empty, Empty (Equippable with: Beast Instinct, Basic Power)]

"Equipment, get the basics up!"

The thought flashed through my mind.

hum.

Cheng Ye felt as if his mind had been hit hard with a hammer, his vision blurred and his temples throbbed.

It was as if an invisible hand had pried open his skull and forced a memory that didn't belong to him into his head.

Slash, thrust, upward slash.
In the hazy sea of ​​consciousness, the dark-skinned man gripped a long knife and swung it repeatedly, his movements clumsy yet carrying a ruthless, unorthodox style.

It felt like a moment, yet also like a month, a year, or several years!
When Cheng Ye came to his senses again, the man in front of him had disappeared, leaving only the short knife in his hand slightly raised.

"This feeling."

Cheng Ye subconsciously swung the short knife lightly. Although his movements were still clumsy and stiff, the force he exerted was completely different from before.

From the hips, to the waist, to the arms, and then to the weapon!
The line of force that he had imagined countless times was finally connected. Cheng Ye felt that every time he swung his sword, it was like taking a step and running, becoming more and more powerful and more and more skilled!
"That's wonderful, absolutely wonderful!"

"This strike was actually delivered with such force. It wasn't just a simple downward press, but rather a movement of the hips leading the waist and the waist lifting the arms, turning the entire body into a lever and creating the feeling of a heavy hammer striking down."

Liu Bi taught a total of three moves.

Downward slash, thrust, diagonal flick.

Each move was a deadly strike. Cheng Ye initially thought these three moves weren't very strong, but now, with the muscle memory granted by the fusion skill, they were truly terrifying in their killing intent.

boom.

The short sword struck the wooden dummy heavily, sparking a few flecks.

Cheng Ye looked down and his pupils contracted slightly. This strike was indeed far beyond his expectations, creating a nick two centimeters deep, which was slightly beyond the minimum level required for close combat in the checkpoint.

"Unfortunately, while we have the skills, our physical fitness has become a weakness."

"If I had Brother B's strength, the power of this slash could be increased to at least five centimeters, or even six centimeters."

After making his judgment, Cheng Ye began to try another skill.

However, before that, he chose to remove the basic power generation skill from his skill bar.

The muscle memory faded rapidly, and the short knife that had been held with increasing skill just moments before became clumsy to wield again.

Between the three sword techniques, the smooth flow of movement and the exertion of force also disappeared.

thump.

He made a downward slashing motion and struck the ironwood dummy with his sword.

Cheng Ye sheathed his knife and examined it carefully. As he expected, the first cut had only left a barely visible shallow mark, but this cut had a clear cleavage mark, about seven or eight millimeters long.

"If that's the case, then three skill slots are more than enough for me in the early game!"

Cheng Ye nodded slightly, feeling very pleased.

The acquisition of skills not only brings experience in exerting force, but also brings the corresponding muscle memory.

After unloading a skill, muscle memory disappears, but the experience of exerting force is completely retained.

To put it more directly and clearly...

Assembling skills is like a master passing on their skills, allowing one to instantly gain an extremely high level of mastery and the corresponding internal strength.

After unloading the skill, the internal energy is withdrawn, but the realm and insights are retained.

"They've reached a high level, know how to train and how to exert force, and can always equip skills to find the mistakes in their training. This is even more amazing than a traditional martial arts master teaching them step by step."

Cheng Ye was immersed in joy.

Liu Bi, this reckless man, is indeed a first-rate fighter, but he is absolutely terrible at teaching.

Opening your mouth means learning to be angry; closing your mouth means abandoning reason.

It's only because of his strong learning and imitation abilities that the genetic differences haven't been discovered.

"Wait a minute, isn't this a soul transmigration? Logically, I should have both a modern person's mind and a wastelander's fighting ability."

Cheng Ye thought about it and attributed the reason to the fact that his predecessor's genes might have been incompatible with this era. Otherwise, Cheng Long would never have sent his son to be raised in a high-walled enclosure so early, without teaching him any combat skills.

Re-equipping the basics of power, familiar muscle memory returns.

This time, Cheng Ye only trembled slightly before reacquiring all the muscle memory back into his body.

"It seems that the first time you equip a skill, you must do so in an absolutely safe environment. Once you've equipped it once, the impact of re-equipping it is much smaller."

Cheng Ye kept this in mind and quickly clicked on Beast Intuition to equip himself.

"Ok?"

He had prepared himself for the shock of the memories, but a few seconds later, Cheng Ye couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

That's strange, why can't I feel anything at all?

Even after uninstalling and reinstalling, I still can't feel any difference from before.

"Could it be a passive skill?"

Cheng Ye frowned in thought. Just then, the defense communication device placed on the ground beside him rang.

[Liu Bi: I'm at the door, come out and eat.]

To experience the changes brought about by the skills, Cheng Ye went straight to the training ground without even having dinner after clocking out of get off work.

Previously, I was so focused on the fashion of wielding a knife that I didn't realize it, but now, seeing this news, I'm suddenly struck by how hungry I feel, as if I haven't eaten for days.

"It must be the newly formed muscle memory that consumed a lot of energy."

After inserting the training knife into the slot of the knife holder, Cheng Ye walked quickly toward the exit. In the distance, he saw Liu Bi carrying a bag, waving at him from the usual spot.

"Brother B, you've struck it rich? Didn't you say you only needed to bring me some nutrient solution?"

Cheng Ye took the bag, opened it, and was immediately stunned.

Inside were two complete bags of synthetic jerky, and three palm-sized pieces of pretzel bread.

Despite some mold spots on the edges of the bread, in this wasteland era, in Happy City, it is a rare delicacy even in the inner city!

"The dried meat is Garcia's compensation to you, and the bread is from Old Ding."

Liu Bi replied in a low voice.

As soon as he finished speaking, Cheng Ye realized that Liu Bi seemed to be in a bad mood today. Although he forced a smile, there was still a lingering gloom in the corners of his eyes.

"what happened?"

"I hung Garcia up and gave him a good beating. He's still in the clinic receiving emergency treatment."

Liu Bi spoke in a calm tone, as if he were narrating something completely unrelated to himself, which made Cheng Ye's eyelids twitch.

Dude, you beat someone so badly they needed emergency medical attention, but it looks like the person beat you up.
Wait, why did you attack Garcia? Because I paid him 5 contribution points to get people?

Isn't it?

"Wait a minute. It can't be because of me, right?"

"It's somewhat related, but not entirely your fault." Liu Bi shook his head slightly. "The exchange of prosecutors is within the rules, but that old bastard insisted on causing trouble at the end of the workday. He went around telling everyone that you were a kid who hadn't even grown his hair yet, threatening him with my name, and spouting nonsense that there was no one in the East faction. It's absolutely laughable."

"Putting aside the fact that Brother Long saved Garcia's father's life during a mission back then, given the current irreconcilable conflict between the Eastern and Western factions, he shouldn't have jumped out to be the first to speak out."

"Old Ding sent you to do this?"

Cheng Ye seemed to understand somewhat, and his eyebrows gradually lowered.

My initial good mood, which stemmed from a significant increase in strength, suddenly turned calm.

Logically speaking, this should have been a minor matter, but due to the infighting between the two factions, everyone became a pawn in Ding Yishan and Harlin's game.

With the Eastern faction weakened and his card not being as powerful as Garcia's, Ding Yishan naturally had to play a bigger card to regain the initiative.

"Let's not talk about this anymore. Eat your food, and then get back to training. No amount of trickery or schemes is as important as raw strength."

Liu Bi waved his hand.

The two squatted next to the bus stop. Cheng Ye ate very quickly, finishing two packets of dried meat in no time, and then eating two hard slices of alkaline bread before stopping.

The poor study literature while the rich practice martial arts; without sufficient energy replenishment, the body will only become weaker and weaker with more training.

"Your appetite has increased so much; it seems your training over this period has been very effective."

Liu Bi was somewhat surprised, but what surprised him even more was Cheng Ye's performance after entering the training field.

Let's leave aside marksmanship training for now; it's a slow process, and even sharpshooters need a lot of bullets to develop that skill.

In close combat, yesterday Cheng Ye was on the offensive and Liu Bi was on the defensive. Today the order has been changed, with Liu Bi on the offensive and Cheng Ye on the defensive.

"I am coming!"

Liu Bi shouted loudly, his momentum was strong, but in reality, he only mustered a little strength in his fist.

thump.

A dull thud rang out. Cheng Ye took the blow head-on with his elbow, then used the momentum to drop his shoulder and elbow, whipping his entire arm down like a whip.

"How dare you!" Liu Bi's pupils contracted slightly. He neither dodged nor avoided the force, but instead used his forearm to feel the impact.

Snapped!
His dark skin turned a little red after being whipped by Cheng Ye.

Although the hard bones blocked most of the impact, the residual force still felt like a needle piercing the ulnar nerve, causing him pain.

I finally have some energy!
Liu Bi narrowed his eyes slightly. Two days ago, Cheng Ye couldn't even break through his defenses, but today he felt a bit of pain.

Such tremendous progress cannot be described as merely surprising; it's downright astonishing.

"Get ready, I'm getting serious!"

While saying this, Liu Bi actually increased his strength from one part to two parts.

It might not sound like much, but it was a doubling of the previous amount, which instantly put Cheng Ye under immense pressure.

"Brother B has been fighting life and death for over twenty years, and the number of infected he has killed has long exceeded five figures. He is too strong."

"But I'm not weak today either!"

Chopping, smashing, parrying, and swinging—these basic power generation techniques are practiced and developed through fists and arms.

A beast-like aura rose from Cheng Ye.

Liu Bi was slightly startled, and unconsciously increased the strength in his hand by half a point, half a point, half a point.
Snapped.

Cheng Ye flew out and crashed hard into the ironwood dummy, almost spitting out the jerky he had just eaten.

"I rely on!"

Liu Bi's expression changed drastically, and he rushed over like an arrow, quickly catching Cheng Ye.

For some reason, he had a feeling of facing a mutated beast just now, so he unconsciously increased his strength to forty percent in a daze!

This punch is equivalent to at least twenty years of an ordinary person's skill. How could Cheng Ye possibly withstand it?
"Brother B, you absolutely have to have your pay docked for this sparring match!"

Cheng Ye gagged twice, and blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

Only after the surge of blood in his chest subsided did he manage to utter a complaint.

To be honest, that punch just now felt like a stroke of incredible luck on a national highway; he was sent flying without any chance to fight back.

What techniques, what power exertion, what animal instincts?
No, it should be called Beast Mode.

Cheng Ye recalled his state just now. After the fight, he was like a man possessed. His offense and defense actually followed Liu Bi's previous advice. He no longer used his brain to think carefully and relied entirely on instinct and intuition to complete the task.

"Mine, mine."

Liu Bi apologized repeatedly, but his eyes were full of surprise, showing no trace of his previous gloom. He smiled happily and said:
"Brother Long lied to me again. Your talent is definitely superior to mine!"

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