"Your society has developed gravity chambers now, hasn't it?" the man suggested. "Go practice your Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill there."

Gravity Chambers? Equipment developed specifically for martial artists—places to train one's internal organs and rapidly intensify one's True Qi.

A person who can lift 150 jin with the aid of True Qi, managing to hoist 300 jin, this only means their muscles can handle it; it doesn't mean they can enter a double-gravity chamber!

Someone who can lift double the weight, possessing a fragile heart, if subjected to double the pressure, their internal organs would instantly explode, resulting in death.

The gravity chamber, it's a place where even the body's viscera are pressurized threefold!

Martial artists can temper their formidable physical muscles, but it is difficult to train their internal organs. However, true powerhouses all possess robust hearts. The stronger the heart, the stronger the body becomes; in contests of equal standing, the one with the stronger physique generally holds the advantage.

In the gravity chamber, one protects the heart with True Qi while circulating that same Qi through a full cycle (Zhou Tian), which accelerates the rate of True Qi growth.

"Right! One last thing I must remind you of." The man's expression was exceedingly serious. "Tomorrow night, the person guiding you will be someone else. Remember this, you must absolutely remember it! This person's style is deeply problematic. You can adopt a part of his style, but you must not fully inherit it."

The man's expression left Qin Fen utterly bewildered. He spoke again, "Don't become completely mesmerized by his style. To become a true powerhouse, you must carve out a path that is uniquely yours."

"May I know your name?"

Asking such a question to a humanoid figure composed of light felt awkward, yet Qin Fen felt it would be even more awkward if he didn't ask.

"Name?" The man's eyes were filled with recollection. "My name, I believe, is Turbulence Jun."

Turbulence Jun? Qin Fen grimaced; the name sounded rather strange.

"Alright, time to finish today's task." Turbulence Jun instantly brightened. "Your Arhat Fist and Hung Fist are both incredibly proficient; that is excellent. But a powerhouse must possess a secret ultimate move. Since you live close to the sea, watch closely—this technique: Raging Tidal Surge."

As Turbulence Jun finished speaking, an aura like a surging ocean wave burst forth from his body. The stance began before the fist moved; he separated his feet slightly and unleashed the [Raging Tidal Surge].

After executing the move, Qin Fen felt his entire blood boil. Turbulence Jun truly seemed like the raging waves of the great ocean just then—a move that masterfully blended many merits of both the Arhat Fist and Hung Fist.

"Did you see it clearly?" Turbulence Jun asked, retracting his posture.

Qin Fen said nothing. He gently spread his arms into a stance and slowly executed the Shaolin Arhat Fist: double elbow lock, double pressing palm, interlocking evasion, turning single fork...

Each movement of the Shaolin Arhat Fist, often derided as mere calisthenics, was performed noticeably slower than usual. Turbulence Jun was not upset that Qin Fen chose not to display the Raging Tidal Surge, but instead smiled with deep satisfaction.

After finishing the Arhat Fist, Qin Fen performed the Hung Fist several times in succession. Suddenly! Qin Fen's eyes snapped open, spiritual light shooting out. The pressure bearing down on him erupted, though it wasn't as ferocious as Turbulence Jun’s, it was his strongest aura. His palms flipped over, he stepped forward, and with breathtaking speed and ferocity, he unleashed the [Raging Tidal Surge].

"Good!" Turbulence Jun exclaimed with praise. "It has some semblance of it!"

A bugle call echoed into the dreamscape, and a hint of regret crossed Turbulence Jun’s face. "Time is up; you must wake. I hope that by the next time we meet, this technique will be thoroughly mastered."

The dreamscape gradually dissolved into nothingness, leaving only Turbulence Jun's final instruction ringing in his ears: "Remember! Don't be deceived by Zeng Yicheng! Do not follow his path entirely."

Returning from the dreamscape, Qin Fen quickly donned his military uniform along with the others, while continuously pondering the Zeng Yicheng mentioned by Turbulence Jun.

This was clearly the person he was meant to encounter in the next dream. Why would an expert like Turbulence Jun repeatedly issue such a warning?

Rushing to follow his squad outside onto the drill ground, they formed ranks. The company commander of the Third Company approached them, wearing an expression as if everyone owed him money, and briefly commanded, "A seven-kilometer forced march. The use of True Qi is forbidden. The last ten finishers..."

"Will receive a rather nice reward." A malicious glint appeared on the Company Commander's face.

How many men were in a company? To arrange for penalties for the last ten people? This immediately forced nearly everyone to fight tooth and nail! Unknown punishments were always the most vexing.

At the start signal, everyone in the Third Company took off, their feet flying as they followed their squad leaders who were riding in jeeps.

"Qin Fen! Du Peng! If the two of you don't secure the top two spots, you will also face punishment!" Commander Yan's words, aimed at the two of them running calmly amidst the crowd, caused their expressions to shift simultaneously.

Although they weren't afraid of any punishment, being penalized for running was still a humiliating affair. With hardly a moment's hesitation, Qin Fen and Du Peng instantly accelerated.

The top two spots? It sounded impressive, but ranking second in the entire company, being suppressed by the first-place finisher, was also quite shameful.

Both men broke away from the main group to reach the front ranks. At this point, whether they competed or not, they had to compete.

When faced with a challenge, retreat was not an option for a man! The speed at which the two ran increased, and the new recruits of the Third Company, who were being left behind, inwardly cursed the two men ahead of them as beasts; their speed was truly demoralizing for the others.

The seven-kilometer charge ended with the two maintaining a tacit understanding, arriving at the designated finish line simultaneously.

There is a maxim: for every policy from above, there is a counter-strategy below.

This saying was undeniably true. The several squad leaders, witnessing this scenario, were struck by both annoyance and amusement by the actions of these two new recruits.

Company Commander Yan reached the finish line and looked at the two new recruits who were casually admiring the scenery, laughing fiercely. "Valuing brotherhood, are we? Very good! Today, you'll have plenty of that to value!"

Gradually, all the panting recruits reached the finish line. Company Commander Yan coldly smiled at the ten gasping men in the rear, casually grabbed ten handfuls of rice from the jeep, and tossed one handful onto the ground before each man. "Crouch down and count the handfuls of rice you have. Only after counting correctly can you eat. Begin now!"

To squat? The ten new recruits barely had the strength left to kneel, and hearing the command to squat nearly made them faint on the spot.

Counting handfuls of rice while squatting immediately after strenuous exercise?

A flicker of surprise crossed Du Peng’s eyes. This was actually a training method used by Special Forces units; how was it that the commander of this ordinary new recruit company was employing such a tactic?

"Surprised?" Company Commander Yan said with an icy expression. "I know what you're thinking. Are we not allowed to have eliminations?"

Eliminated by the Special Forces? Du Peng was even more shocked. How could Commander Yan, possessing Flowing Star level strength, be eliminated?

"Dismissed now, go eat!" Company Commander Yan continued with military efficiency. "Rest for thirty minutes after eating, then gather here again."