Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

Inhale—exhale—

Xilun's breathing was long and deep, without any extraneous noise.

Each breath sounded like a bellows being pulled, with a faint metallic tremor.

The most crucial thing is his spirit.

That feeling of immovability and restrained strength was just like that of a skilled veteran!

As the last cycle of the universe was completed, Xilun slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

The white vapor shot out like an arrow, heading straight for the ground and making a soft pattering sound.

The training room was deathly silent.

Renn suddenly burst into laughter: "Good!"

The loud laughter startled everyone. Robert, who was in the front row, also turned around in surprise.

Raine strode up to Siren, his bloodshot eyes now filled with wild joy. He reached out and patted Siren's shoulder heavily.

"Bang!"

The palm struck down with a dull thud.

Xilun swayed slightly, but his feet were firmly planted on the ground like nails, remaining completely still.

"What a chivalrous spirit!"

"Your strength is internal, your muscles and bones are firm," Renn exclaimed, his voice brimming with undisguised excitement. "You've already mastered the basics in just one week!"

This statement is like a boulder thrown into a pond.

All eyes immediately turned to Xiren.

Shocked, bewildered, incredulous.

Only Kanavi leaned against the wall, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

Despite Rein's praise and the gaze of the crowd, Xiren remained calm.

He bowed slightly and said humbly, "Thanks to the teacher's careful guidance, I was fortunate enough to develop a strong breath."

There was no ecstasy, no pride, only a still, stagnant calm.

This calm and composed demeanor pleased Renn even more.

"Luck is also a form of ability."

Ryan laughed heartily, all his previous gloom vanishing. He turned around and pointed to the first row where Robert was.

"The others continue practicing breathing techniques."

Raine looked at Siren with burning eyes. "Siren, come with me. From today onwards, you don't have to stay in the back row anymore."

"Go over there."

He was pointing in the direction where Robert and several other veteran students were located.

Xilun nodded, picked up the cloth bag placed in the corner, and walked towards the first row amidst dozens of envious and jealous gazes.

......

Ryan stood at the front, his dark gray striped suit casually draped over the back of a chair, wearing only a white shirt.

He unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled up his sleeves to his elbows, revealing two muscular forearms.

It was covered with several hideous white scars, like centipedes crawling on bronze skin.

"stop."

Raine's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable penetrating power.

The dozen or so trainees who were still adjusting their breathing rhythm immediately stopped their movements and stood up straight.

These dozen or so people are the seeds of "strength" that have been cultivated among this batch of trainees.

"You have all developed strength."

He paced slowly, his leather shoes making a dull thud on the wooden floor.

"Strength is the foundation of the extraordinary. It originates from flesh and blood, yet transcends flesh and blood."

Raine walked up to Siren, paused for a second, and then continued walking forward.

"However, to fully unleash the body's strength and energy and transform it into lethality, one needs combat techniques."

He turned around, his back to the sunlight, and his whole body was shrouded in shadow.

"In this country, advanced fighting techniques, those secret martial arts that can bring about qualitative changes and even produce superpowers when combined with magic potions, are all tightly held in the hands of the church and the nobility."

"What I'm teaching you today is just a basic fighting technique."

He wrote a few words on the blackboard.

Police combat techniques.

"Don't think the name is corny." Ryan threw down the chalk, dusted off his hands, and said, "This is something that every frontline officer in the Saint Laurent Metropolitan Police Department must master. It has only two characteristics: easy to understand and highly practical."

"It's not flashy or concerned with aesthetics."

Ryan clenched his fist, making a sharp cracking sound in the air.

"It's all about hand-to-hand combat and grappling, breaking bones and tendons. The goal is to incapacitate someone as quickly as possible."

At this point, Ryan stopped.

"Before I teach the moves, let me ask you this: How many of you have actually been in real combat? The kind who have actually fought and seen blood?"

The training room was quiet.

The wealthy young men in the front row exchanged bewildered glances. At most, they would practice fencing with protective gear or shove each other a couple of times at a ball, vying for the attention of ladies.

Only Robert raised his hand.

The young baron remained composed, speaking in a steady tone: "Last autumn, I went to the Torre Mountains with my family's hunting party. We hunted an adult brown bear. I was responsible for finishing it off."

A murmur of surprise rippled through the crowd.

In this era, daring to venture into primeval forests like the Torre Mountains is itself a qualification.

Renn nodded, his expression unchanged.

"Is there anything else?"

No one speaks.

Just then, a girl sitting in the second row spoke up.

It's Daisy.

She had her long hair up in a bun today, revealing her smooth forehead.

"Silon".

She turned her head, her gaze falling on the silent figure in the corner, her voice clear and crisp, "Last Saturday at Qingshui Lake, we encountered a mutated Gara Xuan Snake. It was Xilun who killed it."

"Um?"

Raine's previously calm face froze slightly.

He slowly turned his head and looked at Xilun.

"A mutated Gara Mystic Serpent?"

Rein's tone held a hint of surprise. "Even a first-tier mutant that hadn't fully transformed, its scales were as hard as iron plates, and its strangulation force could suffocate an adult. You killed it?"

All eyes immediately focused on Xilun.

Xiren sat in the corner, his expression as calm as a stagnant pool.

Faced with Raine's oppressive scrutiny, he simply nodded slightly, speaking sparingly: "I was lucky to have developed the strength to kill that strange snake."

"Luck is also a form of strength."

Renn gave Xilen a deep look, his gaze lingering for a moment on Xilen's calloused, large-knuckled hands.

"good."

Renn withdrew his gaze, his tone now tinged with admiration. "So-called martial arts are meant to be fought. Without seeing blood, you can never truly grasp their essence. Without combat experience, you can hardly understand what even the slightest mistake means in a life-or-death struggle."

"I'll only teach you once today."

Ryan walked to the center of the field and assumed a starting stance.

"Watch closely. If you don't practice and just rely on your brains to memorize, you'll never learn it in your entire lives."

"Next, I will demonstrate the entire routine. You will practice it three times. After that, you will pair up and start practicing together."

"Ranking determines the winner."

Ryan's voice suddenly turned cold, "The loser has to clean the toilets for a week."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Ryan moved.

There was no warning whatsoever.

"call!"

He slammed his right foot into the ground, and like a cannonball, he instantly covered a distance of two meters.

The left hand forms a palm, slicing out like a knife; the right hand clenches into a fist, striking straight at the heart of the enemy.