Chapter 7: Learning Instinct, Domineering Brother B!

"Power comes from the stride, energy originates from the waist, energy flows through the arms, and momentum reaches the fist."

"Weapons are extensions of the body. One must practice to the point where the weapon becomes as natural as one's hands and feet, strength flows through the Qi and blood, and the mind unifies the entire body. Only then can one grasp the wonders of traditional martial arts: 'the unity of man and weapon.'"

Inside the training ground.

Cheng Ye strode back and forth like the wind, muttering the formula taught by Liu Bi while swinging his sword in the air.

Unfortunately, when Liu Bi's majestic knife skills came into his hands, except that the movements were a little bigger, it felt like he was cutting vegetables or cooking.

It's soft and has little force.

Boom.

The dagger hit the ironwood dummy and bounced to the side, leaving an almost invisible gap.

"Modern people's bloodlust and murderous nature have long been tempered by civilized education. I have to watch short videos for a long time to learn how to kill a chicken before I dare to do it. How can I use a knife to kill people..."

Cheng Ye couldn't help but shake his head. "If I rely solely on self-study without showing any courage, I'm afraid even if I study for a year or two, I won't be able to deal with ordinary infected bodies."

"But fortunately, I have other options."

Cheng Ye put away the dagger, walked to the corner and opened the panel with his mind.

【Collector: Cheng Ye】

[Current Rank: Level 1 Trainee]

[Life Level: 0]

[Skills: Empty, Empty, Empty (Equippable: Beast Intuition, Basic Strength)]

"Equipment, basic strength!"

A thought flashed through my mind.

Buzz.

Cheng Ye felt as if his head was hit by a hammer, with stars in his eyes and his temples throbbing wildly.

It was as if an invisible pair of hands opened his skull and forced a memory that did not belong to him.

Chop, stab, lift...

In the blurred sea of consciousness, the dark-skinned man was swinging the long knife continuously. His movements were clumsy but carried a wild and fierce force.

It seems like a moment, but also like a month, a year, or several years!

When Cheng Ye came to his senses again, the man in front of him had disappeared, leaving only the dagger in his hand slightly raised.

“This feeling…”

Cheng Ye subconsciously swung the dagger lightly. Although his movements were still clumsy and stiff, the force he exerted was completely different from before.

From the hips, to the waist, to the arms, to the weapons!

The line of force that he had imagined countless times was finally connected. Cheng Ye felt that every time he swung the knife, it was like taking a step forward in a run, becoming more and more powerful and more and more skilled!

"That's wonderful, it's really wonderful!"

"This knife is actually powered in this way. It's not just a simple downward push, but the hips lead the waist, and the waist lifts the arms, allowing the entire body to become a lever, creating the feeling of a heavy hammer falling."

Liu Bilong taught three moves in total.

Chop, jab, and slash.

Each move is a fatal move. Cheng Ye originally thought that these three moves were not very powerful, but now that he uses the muscle memory granted by the fusion skills, he is truly murderous.

Bang.

The short knife hit the wooden man hard, creating a spark.

Cheng Ye lowered his head to check, his pupils shrinking slightly. This knife strike was indeed far beyond his expectations, creating a gap two centimeters deep, which was slightly beyond the minimum level required for close combat in the field at the checkpoint.

"Unfortunately, although the skills are sufficient now, the physical fitness has become a shortcoming."

"If I had Brother B's strength, the power of this knife could be increased to at least five centimeters... or even six centimeters."

After Cheng Ye made a judgment, he began to try another skill.

But before that, he chose to remove the basic strength from the skill bar.

The muscle memory faded away rapidly like a tide, and the short knife that had just been held with increasing skill in his hand became clumsy when wielded.

As the three sword techniques connected, the smooth movement of force also disappeared.

Boom.

He pretended to chop down and hit the iron and wooden dummy with his sword.

Cheng Ye put away his knife and observed carefully. As he expected, the first cut only left an almost invisible shallow mark, but this one had a clear cut mark of about seven or eight millimeters.

"If that's the case, then those three skill bars are more than enough for me to use in the early stages!"

Cheng Ye nodded slightly, feeling very happy.

The assembly of skills not only brings experience in exerting force, but also brings muscle memory to match it.

After uninstalling the skill, the muscle memory disappears, but the force experience is completely retained.

Let me put it more directly and clearly.

Assembly skills are like the transmission of skills from a master, which can instantly enable one to attain an extremely high state and the corresponding internal strength.

After uninstalling the skill, the internal force is taken back, but the realm and perception are retained.

"I've reached a high enough level to know how to practice and exert force, and I can always equip myself with skills to find mistakes in my practice. This is even more amazing than a traditional martial arts master teaching me step by step."

Cheng Ye was immersed in joy.

Liu Bi, this rough guy, is indeed a first-class fighter, but he is terrible at teaching.

To open your mouth is to learn to be angry; to keep your mouth shut is to give up rationality.

It is only because of his strong learning and imitation abilities that the genetic differences in his genes were not discovered.

"That's not right. Isn't this my soul traveling through time? Logically, I should have the brains of a modern person and the fighting power of a wastelander..."

Cheng Ye thought about it and attributed the reason to the fact that the genes of his predecessor might not be compatible with this era. Otherwise, Cheng Long would never have sent his son to be confined behind high walls so early and not even taught him any fighting skills.

Re-equip the basic force and familiar muscle memory returns.

This time, Cheng Ye's body just trembled slightly, and all the muscle memory was re-accepted into his body.

"It seems that when equipping a skill for the first time, you must be in an absolutely safe environment. After equipping it once, the impact of re-equipping it will be much smaller."

Cheng Ye kept this in mind and quickly clicked on Beast Instinct to equip it.

"Um?"

He was prepared to be shocked by the memory, but after a few seconds, Cheng Ye couldn't help but be surprised.

It’s strange, why don’t I feel anything?

I uninstalled and re-equipped it, but still couldn't feel any difference from before.

"Could it be... a passive skill?"

Cheng Ye frowned and thought.

At this moment, the defense signal placed on the ground rang.

Liu Bi: I'm already at the door, come out and eat.

In order to feel the changes brought about by the skills, after clocking out from get off work, Cheng Ye went straight to the training ground without even eating.

I hadn't noticed it before because I was concentrating on swinging the knife, but when I saw the news, I was shocked to find that I was a little hungry, as if I had been hungry for several days.

"It must be the newly added muscle memory that consumed a lot of energy."

After inserting the training dagger into the groove of the knife holder, Cheng Ye walked quickly towards the exit. From a distance, he saw Liu Bi holding a bag and waving at him from the old place.

"Brother B, have you made a fortune? Didn't you just bring me some nutrient solution?"

Cheng Ye took the bag, opened it and was stunned.

Inside were two complete bags of synthetic dried meat and three palm-sized pieces of alkaline bread.

Although there are some moldy spots on the corners of the bread, it is still a rare delicacy in the current wasteland era, in Happy City, and even in the inner city!

"The dried meat is the compensation Garcia gave you, and the bread...was given to you by Lao Ding."

Liu Bi replied in a muffled voice.

After he finished speaking, Cheng Ye realized that Liu Bi seemed to be in a bad mood today. Although he forced a smile, there was still some gloom in the corners of his eyes.

"What's going on?"

"I hung Garcia up and beat him up. He's currently receiving emergency treatment at the clinic."

Liu Bi's tone was flat, as if he was narrating something that had nothing to do with him, which made Cheng Ye's eyelids twitch.

No, buddy, you beat someone so hard that they had to go to the emergency room, but why does it seem like someone beat you up?

No, why did you hit Garcia? Because I asked him to pay 5 contribution points?

Not really?

"Wait...it's not because of me, right?"

"It has something to do with it, but it's not entirely your fault." Liu Bi shook his head slightly. "It's within the rules to swap inspectors, but that old man insisted on being a jerk at his off-duty time. He told everyone you were a jerk, relying on my name to threaten him. He even boasted that the East Faction had no one. It's laughable."

"Let's not even mention that Brother Long saved Garcia's father's life during a mission. Even with the East and West factions now fighting each other like water and fire, he shouldn't be the first to jump out."

"Did Lao Ding ask you to take action?"

Cheng Ye understood a little bit, and his brows gradually lowered.

The good mood caused by the great increase in strength suddenly turned into calmness.

Normally this should have been a small matter, but due to the internal strife between the Eastern and Western factions, everyone became a pawn in the hands of Ding Yishan and Harlem.

The Eastern faction is weak, and his card is not as big as Garcia's. He has lost his momentum, so Ding Yishan naturally has to play a bigger card to regain the initiative.

"Let's not talk about this anymore. Eat your meal, and then start training. No conspiracy or trickery is as important as real strength."

Liu Bi waved his hand.

The two of them squatted next to the bus stop. Cheng Ye ate very quickly. In no time, he finished two bags of dried meat and two slices of hard alkaline bread before stopping.

Even if you are poor in literature but good in martial arts, without sufficient energy replenishment, your body will only become weaker and weaker with training.

"Your appetite has grown so much, it seems the training during this period has been very effective."

Liu Bi was a little surprised, but what surprised him even more was Cheng Ye's performance after entering the training ground.

Let’s not talk about shooting training for now. It’s a slow process and even a sharpshooter needs a lot of bullets to produce it.

In close combat, yesterday Cheng Ye was the main attacker and Liu Bi was the defender. Today the order was reversed, with Liu Bi being the main attacker and Cheng Ye being the defender.

"I am coming!"

Liu Bi shouted loudly with great momentum, but in fact, the arm that punched only had a little strength.

Boom.

A dull thud was heard, and Cheng Ye blocked the blow with his elbow. He lowered his shoulder and elbow and lashed out with his entire arm like a whip.

"How brave!" Liu Bi's pupils shrank slightly. He did not dodge or evade, but used his forearm to take the force.

Bang!

His dark skin turned a little red after being hit by Cheng Ye's whip.

Although the hard bones blocked most of the impact, the remaining impact force still pierced the ulnar nerve like a thin needle, causing him to feel pain.

Finally got the energy!

Liu Bi narrowed his eyes slightly. Two days ago, Cheng Ye couldn't even break his defense, but today he felt a little pain.

Such huge progress can no longer be described as surprising, it is simply shocking.

"Get ready, I'm going to be serious!"

While saying this, Liu Bi only increased his strength from one point to two points.

It may not sound like much, but it is a doubling of the amount, which instantly made Cheng Ye feel tremendous pressure.

"Brother B has been fighting between life and death for over twenty years. The number of infected he's killed has already exceeded five digits. He's incredibly strong."

"But today I am...not weak either!"

Chop, smash, block, and swing, the basic force methods brought by them are practiced by fists and arms.

A beast-like aura rose from Cheng Ye.

Liu Bi was slightly startled, and the strength in his hands unconsciously increased by half a point, half a point, half a point...

Pop.

Cheng Ye flew out and hit the iron wooden dummy hard, almost vomiting the dried meat he was eating.

“Oh my god!”

Liu Bi's face changed drastically, and he rushed over like an arrow, quickly holding Cheng Ye up.

He didn't know why, but he had the feeling of facing a mutant beast just now, so he unconsciously increased his strength to 40%!

The power of this punch is at least equivalent to that of an ordinary person for twenty years. How can Cheng Ye block it?

"Brother B...you, as a sparring partner, must...be deducted from your salary!"

Cheng Ye retched twice, and blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

Only after all the blood and energy in his chest had been suppressed did he manage to utter a complaint.

It should be said that this punch just now made him feel like he had hit the jackpot, and he was thrown away without any chance to fight back.

What skills, what power, what beast instinct...

No, it should be called beast mode.

Cheng Ye recalled his state just now. After the fight, he seemed to be possessed. His attack and defense actually followed what Liu Bi had said before. He no longer used his brain to think about it, and relied entirely on instinct and intuition.

"Mine, mine."

Liu Bi apologized repeatedly, but his eyes were full of surprise, without any of the gloom from before, and he smiled happily:

"Brother Long really lied to me again. Your talent is definitely above mine!"

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