Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

The students in the audience listened with rapt attention.

Even the proud young master Robert stopped smiling, sat up straight, and his eyes gleamed with fanaticism.

Xilun was completely focused, afraid of missing a single word.

"All talk and no action, that's just a lie."

Ryan suddenly smiled and unbuttoned one button on his suit jacket.

"Now that we have new members joining us, in order to show you that this ten pounds was well spent, I will demonstrate once again what real strength is."

He slowly walked down from the podium.

The crowd automatically parted to make way for each other.

Raine went straight to the window where Siren was.

Xilun felt an invisible pressure bearing down on him, and his muscles tensed instantly—a biological instinctive reaction when facing a predator.

Raine didn't look at him, but stood by the window, her gaze fixed on the sycamore tree outside.

There is at least four meters between the two.

"Watch closely."

Raine's voice was soft, yet it rang in everyone's ears like a thunderclap.

He stood with his feet slightly apart, gripping the ground firmly.

Inhale!

The once smooth back of the suit was instantly stretched taut by the bulging muscles, producing a sickening tearing sound as the fabric was being ripped.

That's the latissimus dorsi muscle swelling with blood in an instant.

next second.

Raine didn't make any exaggerated charging movements; he simply raised his right arm and, through the window, threw a punch at the wrist-thick tree branch outside the window.

"drink!"

A short, forceful shout.

Siren was just two meters away from Renn, whose senses were the most acute.

In that instant, he clearly saw the air in front of Renn's fist distort for a moment.

It's like the heat wave rising from an asphalt road in summer.

An invisible force, like a transparent python, instantly broke free from Renn's fist and vibrated out through the crack in the glass!

puff!

outside the window.

Four meters away.

The sycamore branch swaying in the cold wind seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand, and then twisted violently.

Click!

A crisp snapping sound rang out.

The branch, as thick as a wrist, snapped in two with a sharp crack, the break jagged and uneven, as if it had been torn off by some wild beast!

A tree branch fell and hit the bluestone slab below with a dull thud.

The training room was deathly silent.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the broken branch outside the window, then at Raine's unharmed fist.

Injuring someone from a distance!

This is a technique that only exists in chivalric romance novels!

Is this the terrifying power of the second-tier extraordinary being, "The Ripper"?

Xilun stared intently at the broken branch, his heart pounding, his blood seemingly boiling.

This is the power he seeks!

Renn withdrew his hand, gently adjusted his cuffs, turned around to look at the shocked crowd, and said calmly:

"This is strength."

"After baptism, this power is no longer just a legend."

"As long as you don't die on the training field, or during the promotion ceremony."

"Anyone can control it."

......

On the stage, Ryan stood in front of everyone, his gaze sweeping over the more than thirty students.

"For the next three days, we will only do one thing."

He held up three fingers, his knuckles thick and covered with calluses.

"Learn to breathe."

Renn's voice echoed in the empty training room, carrying an undeniable coldness.

"Over the next three days, I will teach you the Iron Wall Breathing Technique. Once you develop enough breath strength, you will have mastered the basics and can then move on to the next course."

After he finished speaking, he waved his hand.

"Those who have already mastered the breathing technique, please go to the equipment area next door to practice freely."

Splash!

A dozen or so people immediately stood up from the crowd.

Robert was the leader.

He led the group of well-dressed men and women, like a flock of proud swans, into the adjacent equipment area.

Soon, the sounds of sandbags being hit hard came from over there, along with the energetic shouts of young men and women.

The atmosphere here is oppressive.

The remaining dozen or so people were mostly from slums like Xilun, or ordinary citizens from average backgrounds.

Ten pounds is a great treasure to them.

Xiren took a deep breath, adjusted his posture, and stared intently at Renn.

Renn didn't waste any words.

He stood with his feet shoulder-width apart and then slowly squatted down.

"The first step is to learn how to stand, and there are specific techniques to standing properly."

Raine's voice was deep as he spoke, adjusting every muscle in his body.

"Plug your feet into the ground, your ten toes are like tree roots, gripping the ground tightly. Imagine you are an old tree, unyielding to strong winds and indestructible torrential rains."

"Slightly bend your knees, but don't let them go past your toes."

"The most crucial part is the spine."

Ryan suddenly turned around, his back to the students.

The back of the suit, which was originally straight, suddenly became tense.

"Your spine can't be straight; that's like dead wood. It should be like a fully drawn bow!"

He reached out and patted his tailbone.

"Try to pull your tailbone back, tuck your tailbone in. Imagine there's an invisible hand supporting your buttocks, so you can hold your breath and prevent your buttocks from dropping down."

Siren imitated Ryan, spreading his feet apart and digging his toes into the soles of his shoes.

The hard-soled leather shoes were digging painfully into his toes, but he didn't move.

Squat down.

Tuck in your stomach.

Kegel exercises.

The coccyx is rolled inward.

This posture is extremely awkward.

Less than ten seconds after he set up the position, Xilun felt his thigh muscles begin to ache, and his previously smooth breathing became rapid.

A thin vine had appeared in Renn's hand without his knowledge.

He weaved through the crowd, occasionally tapping the trainees with his cane.

"Sit up straight! Are you trying to be a shrimp?"

"Don't let your knees buckle inwards! Do you want to become disabled?"

"Ass! How many times have I told you, tuck your tail in! Clench your ass tight!"

Snapped!

The rattan cane struck a fat man's buttocks, the crisp sound sending chills down everyone's spines.

Renn walked behind Siron.

Xilun's muscles tensed.

"Relax your shoulders."

Raine pressed his finger on Xilen's Jianjing acupoint and pressed down hard.

"Sink your shoulders, drop your elbows. You're here to fight, not to shrug and play the victim."

The finger felt like an iron nail, piercing Xilen's shoulder painfully, but he immediately complied, forcibly relaxing his stiff trapezius muscles.

"Get into position, now listen to my breathing instructions."

Ryan walked to the center of the crowd, his voice becoming rhythmic.

"Inhale through your nose, slowly and deeply."

"Close your eyes and imagine that the air is not being inhaled into your lungs, but rather like quicksand, sliding down your throat thickly and heavily, sinking directly into your lower abdomen."

Xilun closed his eyes.

The training room was filled with heavy breathing.

He tried to control his breathing.

Inhale—

The air was cold, and it flowed into my nasal cavity.

"When you inhale, your abdomen should expand like an inflated balloon!"

Renn's roar exploded in my ears.

Xilun forced himself to relax his chest and let the air sink down.

A strange pressure was building up inside him.

It's like a pressure cooker that's being constantly compressed.

The bones began to make faint sounds.