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The atmosphere at today's training camp was somewhat strange, not only because of Liu Changqing's appearance, but also because Liu Changqing, Chen Feng, and Zhao Hanhai had a heated argument.

No one knows why they were arguing, because although everyone could see the three arguing, no one could hear what they were saying, no matter how close they got.

Finally, Zhao Hanhai stormed off in anger, and Liu Changqing shrugged and followed, leaving only Chen Feng, who seemed to be caught in some kind of dilemma, to preside over the training camp.

Infected by this atmosphere, even Zhou Xiaoguang became somewhat distracted during the match, almost suffering an unexpected defeat to another player.

As for Shen Qian, his opponent today is Zheng Shaoyang.

Looking at the current rankings, Shen Qian, who was not at risk of falling out of the top ten, readily "lost" to Zheng Shaoyang, who was already looking ferocious due to three consecutive losses.

Chen Feng also noticed that everyone was not in a good state, so he did not force a second round of sparring and directly announced the end of the training camp.

"Squad Leader Chen!"

Chen Feng, who had already stepped out the door, stopped in his tracks when he heard the shout behind him.

"Shen Qian?" He glanced at the boy who had caught up and asked indifferently, "What is it?"

He thought the other party wanted to find out Liu Changqing's identity, and he was somewhat displeased.

"I'd like to ask you a question," Shen Qian said, glancing behind him to make sure no one came forward. "Do you know how to become a quasi-superhuman martial artist?"

Chen Feng was taken aback, but not too surprised, because Shen Qian had asked him about the concept of a superhuman quasi-martial artist last week, and he was surprised that Shen Qian knew about the existence of superhuman quasi-martial artists.

Chen Feng frowned and scrutinized Shen Qian. "If I remember correctly, your explosive strength should be around 140 kg?"

"Hmm." Shen Qian nodded. This was the data he had filled out two weeks ago.

"Isn't it too far ahead for you to be thinking about this now?" Chen Feng said calmly. "I think what you need to do now is to strive to become a quasi-martial artist."

I already did it last night...

Of course, Chen Qian only said this in his heart. It only took him about ten days to go from 140 to 149. No one would believe it if he told them.

"I'm very curious, could you tell me, Squad Leader Chen?" Shen Qian could only say this.

Chen Feng remained silent for a while before shaking his head: "I don't know."

"You don't know?" Shen Qian subconsciously thought that the other party was unwilling to tell him, but he quickly felt that Chen Feng seemed to have no reason to lie to him.

"I really didn't know." Chen Feng repeated, then thought for a moment and said a few more words, "When I advanced to the Martial Artist level, I didn't know that there were Extraordinary Quasi-Martial Artists. By the time I found out, I had already been in the army for two years and was about to break through to the Intermediate Martial Artist level. It was impossible for me to abandon my cultivation and start from scratch."

"Do you know where I can find a way?" Shen Qian asked, unwilling to give up.

"The channels I know are ones you're not qualified to access."

Chen Feng shook his head, "Becoming a quasi-martial artist requires very high personal aptitude and is also limited by resources. I advise you to be down-to-earth and not try to compare yourself to people like Zhou Xiaoguang; that would only humiliate you..."

"Besides, even if you find a way, it might not be a good thing, because you have no idea of ​​the dangers involved."

After saying these words, Chen Feng left, leaving Shen Qian standing there with a headache.

Last night, after realizing that his training efficiency had plummeted, Shen Qian went out again to the river to retrieve a schisandra berry and brewed the third "physical potion" of his career.

Then, Shen Qian realized he was stuck...

It was as if a barrier had appeared inside him, firmly restricting him to a certain place, preventing him from making any further progress.

Before sinking, he realized three things.

First, his physique has finally reached the threshold of a quasi-martial artist.

Secondly, even the "energy potion" could not directly help him cross this threshold; much of the potency remained stagnant in his body, like a pool of still water.

Third, there is indeed a secret to the advancement of extraordinary quasi-martial artists; they cannot simply be pushed forward mindlessly.

The system seemed helpless in this regard. After Shen Qian tried to input his AFK (away from keyboard) request, it only frantically offered him solutions to find his Qi and advance to become a martial artist.

This indicates that the system does not have similar knowledge reserves, which shows that the path to becoming a superhuman quasi-martial artist is very secretive and the system has not been able to collect it.

That's why I went to Chen Feng for advice before going to the sink today.

Should we compromise on this...?

He was reluctant to give up.