I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

After Zhao Yihang came out, Qian Kun and Sun Dawei surrounded him.

"Yihang, tell the truth, did you seduce that division commander's daughter? Why is he beating you up like you're his enemy?"

Zhao Yihang was rubbing his lip, which had been bruised by his father, and was wincing in pain.

Upon hearing Qian Kun's words, he immediately spat out, "Shut up!"

Sun Dawei then asked, "I think that's possible!"

"When the division commander hit me, he only gave me a light beating; when he hit you, he went all out. Do you two have a grudge?"

"Get out! Get out! Get out!"

Zhao Yihang said irritably, "Are you guys ever going to stop! If you're so eager to know, why don't you go try the challenge again and see?"

As he spoke, Zhao Yihang turned his head to the side, too lazy to pay attention to the two of them.

But then he saw something that almost made his jaw drop!

Wu Hanfeng was standing at the edge of the training field, holding a stick and repeatedly hitting his arm!

"Holy crap! What's Feng doing? Why is he hitting himself with a stick?!"

As soon as Zhao Yihang spoke, everyone looked over.

"Huh? Did Feng break up with his girlfriend? Why is he torturing himself like this?"

"Could this be another of Brother Feng's unusual training methods?"

"Nonsense! What kind of training method is so inhuman that it requires whipping yourself with a stick?"

"Why don't you just ask?"

In an instant, all the new recruits in the class walked toward Wu Hanfeng.

Hearing the commotion, Zhao Yuanchao, Li Cuicui, Chen Zhiyuan, and others also looked in that direction.

"What's that kid up to now?"

"Why are you hitting yourself with a stick? To relax your muscles?"

While everyone was still in surprise, Zhao Yihang and the others had already arrived beside Wu Hanfeng.

When they saw Wu Hanfeng grimacing and gesturing towards his left arm with the rolling pin used by the cooks, everyone was stunned and gasped in shock!

"Brother Feng, are you... are you confused from the sun?"

Zhao Yihang asked cautiously, "Why are you hitting yourself? If you want to vent, hit a tree. Trees don't feel pain."

Wu Hanfeng was already in pain, and when he heard Zhao Yihang's words, he almost choked on his own breath.

Nima!

Who the hell would smash themselves like that to vent their frustration?!

Wu Hanfeng stopped and looked down slightly at his left arm, which was swung up in sleeves.

The skin and muscles of the entire left arm were already covered with a visible redness and stick marks.

[System notification: Insufficient strength, impact resistance activation level - 3%. Please continue.]

"Damn, only three percent?"

Wu Hanfeng cursed, took a deep breath, and swung the stick again!

Zhao Yihang and the others wanted to go up and stop them, but they didn't dare.

All they could do was stare blankly at Wu Hanfeng.

The muscles in his face twitched with the sound of the stick hitting Wu Hanfeng's left arm.

Their eyes were squinting, unable to bear looking directly at them!

boom! boom! boom!

Three times in a row, all in the same spot on the left arm.

The dull thud sent chills down the spines of the surrounding recruits.

As Sun Dawei gasped for breath, he subconsciously touched his left arm, which was inexplicably feeling dizzy and aching.

"What is Brother Feng doing? Is he harming himself? Or is he possessed?"

"I think he's possessed by an evil spirit."

Zhao Yihang was also completely confused.

But not far away, Zhao Yuanchao's eyes lit up:

"This kid...is he practicing hard qigong?"

Li Cuicui was taken aback and asked in confusion, "Hard Qigong?"

"You don't mean one of those old-fashioned acrobats who break huge rocks on their chests, do you?"

"almost."

Zhao Yuanchao narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at Wu Hanfeng's movements with surprise in his eyes.

"He used a rolling pin to hit his limbs and torso, repeatedly striking them to strengthen his muscles and bones to withstand blows."

"This is the most basic training method for hard qigong."

Li Cuicui exclaimed in surprise, "There really is such a training method? I thought it was just something people talked about!"

Zhao Yuanchao nodded and said, "Of course."

"I've communicated with the border armed police force before, and there are many armed police officers there who are trained in this way."

"But I've also learned that very few people actually succeed in mastering it!"

"Most of them gave up before they even finished half of the training."

"This thing is such a test of willpower and pain tolerance! Most people simply couldn't handle it!"

Li Cuicui asked curiously, "It's so hard to train, why do they insist on training like this? We're soldiers, not going to fight. Isn't it enough to just train in combat?"

Zhao Yuanchao said, "It depends on individual pursuits. Some people believe that mastering hard qigong can improve their body's ability to withstand blows."

"It's like when you fight an enemy who knows hard qigong, and when you punch them, it feels like a tickle."

"But if someone attacks you, with the added muscle power of hard qigong, one punch can blow you to pieces."

Li Cuicui pouted and said, "Is it really that strange?"

"How long does it take to practice this?"

"At least two or three years."

"Moreover, the process is extremely painful, and 99% of people cannot persevere."

Li Cuicui frowned as she watched Wu Hanfeng's reckless and crazy behavior.

"Does this kid have a death wish? He's running himself ragged and then self-harming; can't he just sit still for a day?"

While everyone was discussing, Wu Hanfeng endured the pain and pounded his entire arm all at once.

[System notification: Left arm resistance activation progress - 5%. Please continue training other body parts.]

"Only five percent?"

Wu Hanfeng immediately started cursing!

"I almost broke this arm! System, are you kidding me?"

[Host, please be patient. The cultivation of hard qigong is a gradual process; Rome wasn't built in a day, and neither is iron shirt armor.]

"Can you fucking stop spouting these toxic motivational quotes?"

【Good host. 】

[Friendly reminder: Please begin training your right arm.]

Now that we've started, we should make sure to train our entire body every day!

[Don't stop! If you stop for even a day, the effect will be greatly reduced!]

Wu Hanfeng replied weakly, "I know! I won't stop."

"Unless I'm dead!"

After saying that, Wu Hanfeng put down the rolling pin and then pulled up the sleeve of his right arm.

"Brother Feng, are you going to fight again?"

Qian Kun and the others quickly approached, "Brother Feng! What are you doing?"

"Why are you hitting yourself? Look at your left arm, it's almost swollen from being hit!"

Wu Hanfeng glanced at them and replied, "Nothing much, just practicing our skills."

Everyone was taken aback. "Practicing martial arts? What kind of martial arts?"

"Hard Qigong".

"???"

"What the hell?"

"Brother Feng, you mean that kind of hard qigong you see on TV and in the news? The kind where you can lie on a big rock on your chest and hold your breath to become invulnerable to swords and spears?"

Wu Hanfeng nodded. "Yes."

After saying that, Wu Hanfeng ignored them and continued to tap his right arm.

"Walk!"

"Let's go take a look!"

Zhao Yuanchao and Li Cuicui followed them over.

Sun Dawei pinched his thigh as he watched Wu Hanfeng's action.

"Huh? It doesn't hurt!"

"It really is a dream!"

Sun Dawei breathed a sigh of relief. "Looks like I was too tired from training today. I even fell asleep during my rest."

"I knew it! How could Brother Feng be so brainless and so brutal to himself!"

Snapped!

No sooner had Sun Dawei finished speaking than Qian Kun slapped him on the head!

"Dream on, my ass!"

"You pinched my thigh! Of course it doesn't hurt!"

"Forehead……"

Sun Dawei chuckled dryly, rubbing his head. "I knew it! How could it not hurt?"

Li Cuicui and Zhao Yuanchao walked up to them.

Li Cuicui couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to stop it, but Zhao Yuanchao stopped her.

"No rush, let's wait until he finishes this round!"

After speaking, Zhao Yuanchao narrowed his eyes slightly, watching Wu Hanfeng's actions.

"That's perfect!"

"Every strike hits the muscle precisely."

"The pressure was just right; it didn't injure any bones!"

"Who taught this kid this thing?!"

Soon, Wu Hanfeng finished slapping his right upper arm, his face covered in cold sweat.

He was panting heavily!

Li Cuicui finally spoke up, "Wu Hanfeng, what are you doing? Hitting like that, don't you want your arms anymore?"

Wu Hanfeng glanced at him and said, "Didn't you all figure it out? Why ask more?"

Li Cuicui choked, "No!"

"You think making me fold blankets in the toilet wasn't enough today? You want to show me how you got yourself into the sanitation team?"

Wu Hanfeng explained, "I'm just honing my willpower and strengthening my physique. Haven't you seen the Shaolin Temple? That's how the monks train for Iron Shirt."

"Shaolin monks can break rocks with their chests after completing their training. What could you do after you finished training?"

"Can take a beating."

Everyone: "???"