Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

With the outline complete, the drug formulas in order, and the military strengthening system operating as usual, step by step, without any delays.

Lin Quan currently has three things on his mind:

One is to push your physical limits even higher;

Secondly, to make the electric-based superpowers more solid and controllable;

Third, I need to develop a fighting style that truly belongs to me.

Just after four o'clock in the afternoon, he asked the cooks to add two more main dishes.

Since Captain Long and Chief of Staff Fan have come from afar, we must offer them a hot meal and a cup of tea.

After dinner, they chatted for a few moments about their recent lives before Lin Quan got up to say goodbye.

With the iron basket on his back, weighing 6,600 jin (approximately 3,800 kg), his feet sank slightly into the sand and gravel, but he didn't stop and walked straight into the sea.

On the shore, Fan Tianlei stood frozen in place, his gaze following the figure that walked further and further away.

"Zhang Kun, does Instructor Lin usually train like this?" Long Xiaoyun asked.

"As long as it doesn't rain, there aren't any training exercises, and there aren't any urgent missions... it's like this every day." Zhang Kun nodded.

"Is it really 6,600 jin?"

"Each iron rod weighs 100 kilograms, so there are 30 rods; the basket itself weighs 300 kilograms. Added together, it's exactly the same price. We'll accompany him for at least three hours underwater, so you two can rest assured." Zhang Kun smiled and winked.

"Can you hold your breath for three hours?"

"When it's hot, he also likes to take a nap at the bottom of the sea."

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Before he could finish speaking, Xu Jie strode over and saluted: "Captain Long, Chief of Staff Fan, the physical training class is about to begin."

Zhang Kun saluted as well, grinning, "We're off now."

Even though the bottleneck period has dragged on for so long, no one complains of being tired, and no one slacks off.

Now, when Lin Quan opens his eyes at night, he can see the dew on the grass ten meters away.

With the breathing map unfolded, within a radius of 10,000 meters, the rustling of grass and the rise and fall of heartbeats could all be perceived.

The iron baskets that were as heavy as mountains on the shore became much lighter once they entered the sea.

Buoyancy supports the weight, but the pressure increases subtly with depth.

"Leave it here for now."

He unloaded his basket, plunged into the deep water, and with the swift movement of a fish, pierced through the waves and swam downstream...

He has honed his self-created swimming technique for many years, and now he can move swiftly through the water, maintaining a steady speed of 25 meters per second.

When he walks swiftly across the shore, he can reach speeds of up to fifty meters per second.

Lin Quan moved like a shadow, heading straight for the deep sea area.

Three hundred meters, four hundred meters, five hundred meters... all the way up to three thousand meters.

"This water pressure is finally starting to get interesting... I'll practice here."

He used the technique of dislocating tendons and bones as his foundation, incorporating the power of Xingyi Five Elements Fist...

"More than three hundred styles, too many fancy ones."

"In real combat, what's needed is speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness."

Unbeknownst to them, the number of moves was gradually reduced from over three hundred to a fixed one hundred and twenty-six.

"It's almost time. Let's continue tomorrow night."

This continued day after day, and seven days passed in the blink of an eye.

"Seventy-two moves... I can't cut anymore."

"Capture and kill in one move, all seventy-two techniques are executed."

"Let's call it 'Seventy-Two Styles of Capturing and Killing Techniques'."

I went ashore to shower and change clothes, then fell asleep until 4:30 a.m.

After finishing his morning exercise and having breakfast, he led the Knife Tip Squad to the field for training.

"To kill the enemy, one move is enough. Hit here, hit here, hit here... If it hits, you'll die on the spot."

"Grappling isn't about grappling; it's about preventing your opponent from even raising their hand..."

Zhang Kun and the others put on their protective gear and went forward one by one to test their moves.

He held back his strength, and the protective gear held up well enough that no one was injured.

"Seventy-two styles of capture and killing techniques, thirty-six of which are specifically for taking lives, and thirty-six of which are specifically for breaking bones. Only when encountering desperate criminals are the killing moves allowed; for ordinary suspects, only capture and restraint are permitted." After Lin Quan finished speaking, his gaze swept across the seven faces.

"Yes!" Zhang Kun and the others responded in unison, their voices booming across the training ground.

He then applied for a batch of materials and personally made several specialized training devices... soft rubber knuckle sleeves, adjustable damping wristbands, bionic joint targets...

The grappling techniques primarily target dislocating tendons and bones; the thirty-six killing moves are all designed to seal the throat and sever the spine, leaving no room for error.

After the seven team members had mastered the entire set of techniques, Lin Quan continued his physical training during the day and devoted the rest of his time to developing his electric abilities.

"The more frequent the vibrations, the stronger the electrical activity."

He held his breath, his muscles trembled slightly, and the resonance throughout his body gradually increased to a higher frequency... The current suddenly surged, crackling and exploding.

Once the idea arises, try it repeatedly and verify it again and again.

After a long while, he raised his hand and made a slapping motion. A bolt of electricity shot out, and the rocks three steps away cracked open with spiderweb-like patterns.

"Electricity generated by friction? Not entirely. Oscillations at specific frequencies can naturally generate electrical charges..."

Looking up, he saw that the sun was already high in the sky, so he turned around and went back to camp.

We had just finished lunch when we waded towards the beach and plunged back into the deep sea.

"This body of water is about 3,500 meters deep."

He had long since mastered the nautical charts, and by relying on his breathing rhythm and the direction of the water flow, he could steadily determine his position.

The water pressure is like a heavy hammer forging the body, improving strength, endurance, and reaction time, progressing step by step every day.

More than 3,000 meters underwater, the seventy-two capture and killing techniques are dismantled, reassembled, and reenacted one after another.

Sometimes, when the mood strikes, I'll carry a half-ton basalt rock and squat in the mud a hundred times.

Sometimes I simply let it sink to the bottom and shoot out like an arrow, tearing through the water.

"Ancient ship? Let future generations keep it."

"The wreckage of the warship... judging from the paint scheme, it's American-made."

"The 293 submarine? That's the submarine that Lu Yitao's maternal grandfather owned..."

He stood at attention, raised his right arm to his eyebrow, and gave a standard military salute. After confirming his location, he turned and headed back.

I went back to camp, showered and changed, then went into the office and grabbed my phone to make a call.

"Instructor Lin?" Lu Fengguang's voice came, sounding a little tired.

"I've found the 293 boat," Lin Quan said, his tone as flat as if he were saying, "Dinner's ready."

"You...found the 293 boat?" Lü Fengguang sat up straight.

"Yes, it's right on the seabed."

"Could you come to the submarine academy?"

"How about we leave at five tomorrow morning?"

"OK."

Shang Tang pushed open the door and came in, holding a teacup: "Captain, any news from Submarine 293?"

"Found it." Lü Fengguang nodded, his teacup resting on the table without wobbling.

At 5:00 a.m. the next morning, Lin Quan's car wheels rolled over the college gate.

Two hours later, he stood in front of Lü Fengguang.

"Instructor Lin." Lü Fengguang raised his hand in salute.

"Captain Lü, Deputy Captain Shang," Lin Quan returned the greeting, his fingertips taut and straight.

"Let's talk in the office." Lu Fengguang turned and led the way, his steps quick and decisive.

Once inside, Lin Quan took out a pen, spread out a nautical chart, and circled a spot: "This is it. I didn't write down the exact coordinates, but the error shouldn't exceed three hundred meters."

"How did you manage to run into him?" Lu Fengguang asked.

"I saw it while practicing underwater boxing," Lin Quan replied casually.

"That area of ​​water is over 500 meters deep..."

"I went down 800 meters," he said casually, but in fact he had already gone down 200 meters.

Lu Fengguang's eyes widened: "If we can really dive to 800 meters, then the salvage operation will be much easier."

Shang Tang chimed in, "The 293 boat has a displacement of 1,700 tons, its location is clear, and lifting it shouldn't be difficult."

"Call me when the boat is ready, and I'll go into the water to assist," Lin Quan said.

"Thanks, Instructor Lin." Lu Fengguang didn't say much, but his shoulders visibly relaxed a little.

That was an old submarine from the submarine flotilla, and the 31 officers and men on board have not returned to this day.

Two weeks later, the three ships quietly entered the target waters.

There was no prior communication, and not a single word was allowed to be mentioned afterward.

Lin Quan repeatedly dived into the sea to pinpoint the exact location of the 293 boat.