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Chapter 162 Martial Arts Training Ground
"Okay, when Zhao Pu arrives, you can go with him and familiarize yourself with the neighborhood." Although he was an official from ancient times, Qin Ziwen did not believe that ancient civil officials were only good at classical Chinese and ignorantly studying the classics.

Especially considering that Jia Liang was able to rise from a poor scholar to his current position, he must have some ability, at least stronger than the average person.

"Yes, thank you, sir." Jia Liangcai bowed.

Qin Ziwen nodded, then looked at the open space, took out the card "Brave Training Ground," and used it.

The light that enveloped the 1200㎡ plot of land covered the entire area.

As the light faded, a vast and rugged field replaced part of the grassland.

The loess soil, compacted into a hard surface, gleamed with a dry sheen under the sunlight filtering through the Gobi Desert dome.

Outside the training ground, a simple fence is formed by a ring of logs as thick as a bowl deeply embedded in the ground.

On the west side of the site is a platform built of bluestone.

To the east, there is a row of wooden stakes of varying heights.

On the north side, a large golden flag is raised, bearing the words "brave and martial".

[Level 1 Valiant Training Ground: Level 2 Physical Training Boost, Level 1 Stamina Recovery, Level 1 Long Weapon Boost] (Special Effect: True masters are forged only through life-or-death struggles. Sparring in the arena will not cause physical harm, but injuries will reduce mental strength and cause fatigue.)

Level 2 physical training boost allows you to reach your physical limits faster.

Qin Ziwen pondered that without external assistance, a three-star strength level was roughly the limit that an ordinary person could achieve through normal training.

Those who achieve a physical fitness rating of three stars or higher either use cards or possess exceptional talent.

Then, stamina is restored. Although it is not as strong as the level 2 effect of the Heavenly Star Arrow Corridor, it has the advantage of the larger area of ​​the Brave Warrior Training Ground, which can benefit more people at the same time.

The long weapon buff is a similar feature to the archery buff, allowing players to master a higher level of long weapon proficiency earlier.

The final special effect is rather bizarre.

If sparring in the ring won't cause any physical harm, then wouldn't it be possible to go all out?

Qin Ziwen carried the trident into the training ground. As soon as he entered, he felt that he was using the trident more skillfully. He swung it lightly and casually used a spinning thrust. The trident head spun rapidly, but the shaft remained straight.

"Everyone, please come in," he said, turning to the crowd behind him.

Qin Ziwu, Du Yu, and the others followed them in, and it seemed that nothing had changed.

Qin Ziwu looked around curiously. "Brother, what's the purpose of this building?"

Qin Ziwen said, "Go find a long weapon and bring it in."

Upon hearing these words, Qin Ziwu had a sudden flash of inspiration and guessed what was going on.

He excitedly retrieved his long-handled broadsword and returned to the training ground.

"Whoa~" Qin Ziwu slashed several times in quick succession, his movements fast and accurate, showing a clear improvement over his previous ones.

"Liangcai, when you have time in the future, come here to train more often," Qin Ziwen said to Jia Liangcai as he turned around.

Jia Liangcai hesitated, then said bitterly, "My lord, I am getting old, please don't make things difficult for me."

"So what if you're old? Don't you want revenge? The environment here is really tough. If you don't improve your physical condition, I'm afraid you'll get sick and be bedridden."

These words struck a chord with the old scholar. He remained silent for a long time, his eyes reddening, and he clasped his hands in a gesture of respect, saying, "I will obey your command."

Qin Ziwen waved his hand, "Du Yu, let's go to the arena. Xiao Wu, go upstairs and call Cao Biansheng down."

A moment later, Qin Ziwen, Qin Ziwu, and Cao Biansheng stood in a straight line on the arena. Opposite them, Du Yu stood with his gun, his expression calm and composed.

"Are you really going to fight?" Cao Biansheng stammered, somewhat embarrassed. "If we can't stop ourselves and accidentally get hurt, that would be bad."

"Don't worry, as long as you're in the ring, even if a gun is stuck in your throat, you should be able to survive. You won't really get hurt in the ring," Qin Ziwen reassured him.

"Brother, what do you mean by 'should'?! Shouldn't you have told me definitively that I wouldn't get hurt?!" Cao Biansheng couldn't help but complain.

"Okay, you won't get hurt, that's what the building says anyway." Qin Ziwen patted his shoulder. He wasn't sure because he hadn't tried it himself.

It's like knowing there are no ghosts in the world, but still feeling a chill down your spine when you walk alone in the morgue of an abandoned hospital and hear a thumping sound coming from a cabinet.

Cao Biansheng confirmed again and again, "Is it guaranteed to work?"

"Guaranteed to be delivered alive."

After receiving Qin Ziwen's repeated affirmation, Cao Biansheng's voice rang out: "Alright! Since you've taken the job, I'll test you today and see just how much I differ from experts of the same level!"

After saying that, Cao Biansheng picked up the two-meter-long spear that Qin Ziwen had just confiscated yesterday and thrust it at Du Yu.

"Pfft."

Cao Biansheng clutched his neck and backed away.

He reached up and touched his neck, still shaken.

"Holy crap, did I just get stabbed through my neck?" He turned around and looked at the two of them.

"I saw it, the gunhead was sticking out from the back of your neck." Qin Ziwu nodded affirmatively.

Cao Biansheng touched his neck, still shaken. He was panting heavily. Just a moment ago, the clear, unmistakable sensation of the cold metal piercing his throat as the spearhead went through his trachea was incredibly real!

He felt as if he had truly died once!
Qin Ziwen looked at Cao Biansheng with admiration; this kid was truly brave.

After regaining his senses, Cao Biansheng's smile grew increasingly arrogant. "Since I won't die, what am I afraid of? Brother Du, your marksmanship is so amazing, can you teach me?"

Du Yu truthfully replied, "Actually, my marksmanship isn't that great; it's just that I get a boost here."

"So what? I also received a boost, but I was still defeated by you in one move." Cao Biansheng said indifferently.

"Is it possible that your foundation is too weak, so even if you advance one level, the improvement won't be significant?" Qin Ziwu said.

“It’s normal that my foundation is weak. I’ve never studied martial arts. I was just an ordinary college student before. The only skill I know is the self-taught technique I learned from fighting wild beasts after I transmigrated.” Cao Biansheng accepted the facts frankly.

Du Yu said, "For any weapon, the foundation is fundamental. The arena is just a platform to test the results and enrich experience. I can teach you techniques, but whether you can integrate the techniques depends on your daily practice."

"I've learned a lot," Qin Ziwen nodded.

Afterwards, the three of them and Du Yu sparred in various ways on the arena.

At the beginning, without coordination, Du Yu neutralized the three's attacks one by one and defeated them one by one.

After dying several times, the three learned their lesson and stopped rushing forward. Instead, they advanced slowly. They knew they couldn't outmaneuver Du Yu in terms of skill, so they focused on minimizing mistakes and playing it safe!
However, because the three people used different weapons, there was a difference in the rhythm of their attacks.

Du Yu still found a weakness and broke through it one by one.

At this moment, Qin Ziwen understood why, in the era of cold weapons, soldiers in a battle formation had to use the same type of weapon.

At the edge of the arena, Jia Liangcai was somewhat surprised to see everyone sparring. He had met many officers of the Dayong Army, but he felt that even the bravest warriors in the army seemed to lack something.

(End of this chapter)