Squad Leader Hao smiled helplessly; it seemed Qin Zhan had beaten him so badly that merely hearing Qin Zhan's name could make him as excited as a wolf spotting fresh meat. "He has excellent natural talent, but it seems he has never handled a gun." "That doesn't matter!" Gun Fanatic was utterly confident.

"I will cultivate both his feeling for firearms and his gun skills!" Even after being defeated thirty-two rounds in a row and being told his efforts were just a boring little trick, Gun Fanatic didn't resent Qin Zhan. Instead, the battles with Qin Zhan helped him discover many of his own shortcomings, and his long-stagnant techniques once again began to advance steadily.

"Let's go!" Squad Leader Hao turned and waved. "Let's find others!

Besides killing and shooting, I need to find Qin Fen a team of experts in small-unit tactics covering tracking, ambush, concealment, assault, counter-tracking, counter-concealment, counter-ambush, and counter-assault." "Right! For mechanized armor and aircraft, we need to find the best instructors too!" Butcher also grew excited.

Squad Leader Hao scratched his head. "Qin Fen is an infantryman." "So what if he's infantry?" Butcher pouted.

"That guy Qin Zhan was infantry too, yet he utterly thrashed the reigning master of aerial combat back then." "A super all-around soldier?" Squad Leader Hao laughed. "Good!

That kid also has an aptitude for aerial combat. Let's find an expert to help him cut corners, and we'll forge a super all-around soldier!" The three oddballs from the first training battalion quickly hurried toward the dwelling place of the oddball from the fourth training battalion.

Qin Fen exited the combat network after finishing his second battle. He looked up to see the entire barracks immersed in the long, slow rhythm of deep sleep, and he quietly slipped into his uniform and got out of bed.

Squad Leader Hao wasn't here? Qin Fen was slightly taken aback.

Where had this smiling-tiger of a squad leader gone in the middle of the night? It looked like someone was due for a rough time.

Qin Fen guessed Squad Leader Hao's original intention, but he failed to guess that the person Hao was setting up was himself. Slipping out of the barracks silently, Qin Fen let out a long breath.

Only at this deep, quiet time of night was it suitable to go to the seaside to train undisturbed. The distance from the new recruit camp to the beach was seven kilometers.

He didn't need to force march, nor did he have to carry the heavy armor; Qin Fen felt he could manage it. Arriving at the guard post in front of the barracks, Qin Fen quickly scribbled his name under the strange gaze of the sentry and hurried out.

Watching Qin Fen disappear into the night, the sentry shook his head, clutching his rifle in confusion. "Is this guy really a new recruit?

So much training during the day, and he still has the energy to leave the barracks at night?" Pushing off with his legs, Qin Fen felt the wind rush past his ears. Ever since swallowing that strange metal, not only had his desire for combat grown stronger, but his yearning to become more powerful had intensified, as if only by exhausting the last bit of strength within him could he reach the happiest state.

Sand is one of the worst materials for retaining heat. The sand that felt hot even through his military boots during the day was now completely ice-cold.

The seven-kilometer run served as an excellent warm-up. Qin Fen took off his boots, faced the deep sea, and gently began practicing the Shaolin Arhat Fist.

The Shaolin Arhat Fist was a set of forms Qin Fen practiced daily; even though he knew the technique intimately, he never stopped. "Practice a thousand times, and the skill enters the body." The fastest updates at http://wap.1 6#k.cn Qin Fen couldn't recall where he had read these eight characters, but he felt they held great truth, so he persisted.

Under the moonlight, Qin Fen moved barefoot on the beach—sometimes raising, sometimes rising, sometimes crouching. The Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill surged ceaselessly within him, blending with the Shaolin Arhat Fist against the backdrop of heaven and earth.

The fierce battles of the past few days flashed through his mind, and an indescribable realization slowly surfaced in his heart. After finishing the forms, Qin Fen exhaled a long breath.

The insights gained during practice could only be experienced through continuous movement; it was pure bodily comprehension, and once a set of forms was completed, the understanding would dissipate. This was a comprehension that came by chance and could not be forced; it wasn't something achieved through meditation.

Qin Fen knew he couldn't compel it. The sea breeze blew, signaling it was time to enter the water.

Qin Fen scanned his surroundings to confirm no one was present, quickly stripped off his uniform, and stepped into the sea. Qin Fen dared not wade too deep.

The Dragon-Elephant Prañā Skill was not the Turtle-Sucking Art; it didn't mean he could completely forgo breathing. He stopped once the water reached his chest.

The Dragon-Elephant Prañā Skill guided by the Light Being was not a technique that had to be practiced with legs crossed and five points touching the sky. It could be done lying down, or standing.

Qin Fen had adopted the cross-legged posture previously out of habit and a desire not to appear overly peculiar in front of others. Now that he was alone, Qin Fen had no need to conceal anything.

He simply stood there, slowly closing his eyes, allowing the energy of the Dragon-Elephant Prañā Skill to flow gently outward from his Dantian. The Dragon-Elephant Prañā Skill, which previously felt like pushing a ten-thousand-jin heavy stone forward, now felt like pushing a five-thousand-jin giant rock.

Though still arduous, it was significantly easier than before. Qin Fen was delighted.

His practice cycle, which used to take two hours, now seemed to require only one. He wondered why cultivating in water made it easier—what was the principle behind that?

Despite his questions, Qin Fen couldn't afford to investigate. He immediately immersed himself completely in cultivating the Dragon-Elephant Prañā Skill.

His internal True Qi moved like a flood dragon entering water, and after a period of running, its speed increased again. In just forty minutes, a full cycle approached its final stage.

The True Qi, which usually returned easily to the Dantian, now refused to re-enter, like a flood dragon escaping its cage. Previously, pushing the True Qi felt like moving a ten-thousand-jin stone; now it was the difficulty of one hundred thousand jin!

This sudden shift caught Qin Fen off guard. The advancing True Qi instantly retreated backward into the original meridians somewhat.

The True Qi reversing through the meridians! An unprecedented, searing pain struck Qin Fen!

Under the intense stimulation, Qin Fen forced his mind to push the True Qi bit by bit back toward the Dantian. Push, resist; push, resist!

The True Qi stubbornly refused entry before the Dantian, engaging Qin Fen in a tug-of-war. "Aaaah—!" Qin Fen let out a roar that managed to drown out the sound of the crashing waves.

The unruly True Qi inside his body was finally forced a tiny bit into the Dantian, and immediately, the rest of the True Qi followed suit, flowing into the Dantian in a rush.