Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

After spending three months in the training camp, Lin Quan returned to China with Tang Zichen.

Lin Yanan came to visit just a few days after Tang Zichen moved into his seaside villa.

"Sister Chen, I have something to tell you." She said as soon as she entered the room.

"Hmm?" Tang Zichen looked up.

"I'd like to invite Brother Quan to be an instructor in the Hailong Special Forces."

Lin Quan sat silently to the side, only to hear her continue, "The newly formed team lacks someone who can keep the team in check."

He thought for a moment and nodded.

We need to inform the Chinese military about the aperture sooner or later, and make contact in advance so that we can avoid going through unnecessary detours in future matters.

"Brother Quan, you agreed?" Lin Yanan's eyes lit up.

"I'm only bringing three people," he said.

The quality of an army is more important than its quantity. In the world of "Dragon and Snake Romance," it's common for a top expert to take on a hundred men single-handedly, and it's not uncommon for them to weave through a thousand-man formation as if it were empty. Tang Zichen, GOD, and Ba Liming, if they truly wanted to engage in hit-and-run tactics, could easily wear down ten thousand men. Killing ten thousand? Perhaps not in one go; but killing a hundred times, a hundred each time, would even the score.

"Three people...isn't that too few?" she asked hesitantly.

"Three is too many for me," he said calmly.

"Okay, I'll do as you say." She nodded in agreement.

Later, Tang Zichen went into seclusion to comprehend the "Yin Yang True Scripture," and with his transportation company and Tang Sect affairs piling up, he simply couldn't spare the time. Lin Quan had no choice but to go to the training camp alone.

The campsite was right on the coast, with complete facilities and a wide open space. There was nothing fancy about it except for a hard sandy area, a few rows of reinforced concrete target walls, and three gray and white corrugated iron houses.

"Brother Quan, this is Wang Mingyuan, and this is Li Zhiyi," Lin Yanan introduced.

"Didn't you say three people?" he asked.

"I'm the third one." She smiled.

"No matter what you've practiced in the past, from today onwards, you'll practice whatever I tell you to practice." His voice wasn't loud, but every word was delivered firmly.

"Yes, instructor!" the three answered in unison.

Wang Mingyuan and Li Zhiyi showed no outward signs of emotion, but inwardly they were somewhat dismissive... After all, they were both top talents selected from the military, and who didn't have some background?

"I have a quick way to solidify your foundation in martial arts in a short period of time, and it's painful." He paused, "The kind of pain that brings tears to your eyes."

"We're not afraid!" the three of them blurted out.

He turned to look at Lin Yanan: "Are you scared?"

"I'm not afraid," she answered readily.

"Then you go first," he said.

He followed the same method he used to temper Wang Chao back then, and went through the entire process with her.

She didn't utter a sound the whole time, but tears streamed down her cheeks, and her fingers dug so hard into her palms that blood seeped from under her nails.

After she caught her breath, Lin Quan finished teaching her the key points and formulas of the Yi Jin Jing section by section, and then had Wang Mingyuan and Li Zhiyi each take a turn.

"The way they look at me has changed," he thought.

For the next two weeks, Lin Quan lived and ate at the camp, personally guiding the three in their training.

The three of them were much more solid than Wang Chao was three months ago. They were quick to react, strong in muscles and bones, and had a strong will. The only thing they lacked was their understanding of force and their grasp of momentum.

He didn't wear the Dragon Roar Iron Shirt, nor did he teach the Tiger Roar Golden Bell Cover. Instead, he took out his newly revised Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill.

After the modification, this skill no longer relies on external medicine for purification, nor does it require the assistance of others; both men and women can practice it. The body shape remains unchanged, and the internal energy can be used to temper the body, making the defensive power more than double that of the original version.

The accompanying training methods were also complete: Yi Jin Jing, Duan Gu Jing, Xi Sui Jing, plus meditation techniques, focusing on the three elements of essence, qi, and spirit; the boxing style was Xingyi Five Elements Boxing and Bajiquan, taking advantage of their strength and speed; the footwork style integrated the winding and turning of Bagua You Shen Bu and the sudden advance of Babu Zhao Chan, creating a set of "Hui Feng Ta Ying", which was broken down, demonstrated, and taught step by step within half a month, until the three people could close their eyes to counter the moves and listen to the wind to identify the position.

As night deepened, the training camp fell silent, with only the soft rustling of the sea breeze across the tin roof.

Lin Yanan stood in front of Lin Quan's room and knocked three times.

The door opened.

"Is something the matter?" he asked.

She tilted her head back, her voice soft but clear: "Brother Quan, I like you."

He reached out and put his arm around her waist.

"Brother Quan, I'm serious," Lin Yanan said again.

With a flicker of movement, the real body and the clone had switched places. Lin Quan put one arm around her waist and lifted her up steadily. She didn't struggle or dodge, and the corners of his mouth slightly turned up.

After practicing the Yin-Yang True Scripture once, she felt relaxed, at peace, and had faith.

His palms were slightly warm, and the power of primordial chaos silently seeped in, cleansing her muscles and marrow. In just a moment, the stiffness in her shoulders and neck completely disappeared.

"Brother Quan, I'm going back now." She turned around and walked briskly.

"Hmm," he replied curtly.

At five o'clock in the morning, Wang Mingyuan and Li Zhiyi were already practicing horse stance and walking on the mat by the sea.

After breakfast, Lin Quan led the three of them to the shooting range. He was not officially employed or on official duty; he ate breakfast at seven o'clock every day and arrived at the range promptly at eight o'clock, serving as a temporary instructor.

"Today's shooting lesson," he said as he walked.

"Instructor, when it comes to hand-to-hand combat, we're far inferior to you; but when it comes to shooting..." Wang Mingyuan smiled, "you might not be able to beat us."

"Your guns are far inferior to mine," Lin Quan said calmly.

Lin Yanan burst out laughing: "I didn't see it with my own eyes when Brother Quan single-handedly killed more than three thousand terrorists, but the news was circulated within the military region, it wasn't staged."

"Instructor, what's your best score?" Li Zhiyi asked.

"More than three thousand in twenty minutes," Lin Quan said.

"Impossible," Wang Mingyuan blurted out.

"I can testify," Lin Yanan replied readily.

"Twenty minutes? How are we supposed to fight that? We couldn't even finish mowing it down!" Li Zhiyi frowned.

"Three shots per second, 180 rounds per minute, 3,600 rounds in 20 minutes. Subtract the time for reloading, positioning, and finding the right angle, and it's just over 3,000 rounds, that's enough." His voice was low, like he was reporting the weather.

"Even if you had three thousand pigs standing there for me to beat, you might not be able to take them all down," Li Zhiyi shook his head.

"As long as every shot hits between the eyebrows and the shooting speed is fast enough, it's not difficult." Lin Quan raised his hand, casually took out five coins from his pocket, and tossed them into the air.

He grabbed an assault rifle and pulled the trigger repeatedly.

The coin had barely left his hand when the first bullet grazed its edge... not knocking it down, but just lightly touching it. The coin tumbled into the air, its height increasing inch by inch.

When the magazine was empty, he removed it, replaced it with a new one, and then put it back in the magazine.

After all five magazines were emptied, the five coins slowly fell, clattering as they hit the concrete floor.

Wang Mingyuan and Li Zhiyi didn't blink, and Lin Yanan also held her breath.

Lin Quan took two steps forward, opened his left hand, and the coins fell into his palm one by one.

Each piece has a shallow indentation along its edge, as if it had been gently traced by a knife tip.

"Instructor, how did you train like this?" Wang Mingyuan's throat was a little dry.

"You need to have a sharp eye and a steady hand," Lin Quan replied.

The angle at which the bullet grazes the target must be absolutely precise; too little force and it won't move, too much and it will fly off course. The magazine change must be faster than the blink of an eye, with the muzzle constantly tracking that one point.

He didn't say anything more, only instructing the three to take to the target. Lin Yanan lowered her center of gravity, Wang Mingyuan adjusted his breathing, and Li Zhiyi gritted his teeth and stared at the bullseye... The bullets were being fired one after another, and no one called for a halt.