Zeng Yicheng didn't act like he did in the past, dragging Qin Fen to engage in vile sparring for an entire night. Instead, he chose to disappear from this special mental space, leaving Qin Fen standing alone in his original spot, lost in thought.
Qin Fen hadn't thought about this vile ultimate fighting style for just a day or two. Zeng Yicheng's words were like a sudden wake-up call to his head. It was like a large hand dispelling the clouds to see the sun. Countless images quickly pulsed in his mind for a time.
The control of power. The Dragon Elephant Prajna Art slowly revolved within his body. He had never sensed a few faint details before, but he now experienced them in this moment.
Qin Fen spent the night in thought.
The red glow of the sun had just appeared on the horizon, and Qin Fen had already woken up from his deep sleep. These days of military training had made him develop the habit of waking up at a fixed time.
After a simple wash, Qin Fen walked out of his room and ran down the stairs. Morning exercise was something that couldn't be missed.
He arrived at the lobby, and the elevator doors just so happened to open. Xue Tian was yawning, walking out with a sleepy face.
"Morning …." Xue Tian stretched his body.
"Morning." Qin Fen nodded. Sure enough, those who were able to have top-notch skills at their age were very hardworking.
"I hate projection phones." Xue Tian walked shoulder to shoulder with Qin Fen out of the hotel. His mouth complained endlessly, "I originally thought that going out on missions would allow me to temporarily get rid of the problem of waking up early. In the end, I was still woken up."
Qin Fen smiled but didn't say anything. If he wasn't used to waking up early to deliver milk, he would be a bit unaccustomed to waking up so early after just entering the military.
The two ran three thousand meters, and Xue Tian's complaints never stopped. They ran past an intersection, and Xue Tian looked all around. He saw a few stone stools and said, "Bro, you were woken up by the drill instructor, right? There are stools over there. Why don't we take advantage of this and rest a bit …. "
Before Xue Tian could finish speaking, Qin Fen had already run to the front.
Morning exercises could only be considered a warm-up at best. Qin Fen would feel a bit uncomfortable if he didn't move around.
"Then do your best. I'll sleep here for a bit."
Xue Tian really fell asleep on the stone stools. Qin Fen turned to look at him, his eyes filled with confusion. How could such a lazy bum be this strong? How did he train? Could it be that he secretly trained every night?
Shaking his head, Qin Fen continued to do his morning run. His mind was still thinking endlessly about Zeng Yicheng's suggestion of vile ultimate techniques.
Wretched, wretched, wretched ultimate skill? Qin Fen pursed his lips. It was far too difficult for someone who wasn't a wretched person to create a wretched consummate technique.
"Don't run if you have the guts!"
An angry shout from the outside interrupted Qin Fen's contemplation.
Not far away, a young man was madly running. Behind him was a slightly chubby young man, who was holding an iron rod in his hand.
"Don't run if you have the guts …"
The youth at the side shouted again, but the more he shouted, the faster the person in front of him ran, and the distance between the two of them increased.
"Brat, you've got guts …"
Qin Fen's footsteps slowed. He stared blankly at the two people who were practically the same age as him. His eyes gradually lit up.
Yes! That's right! If he couldn't win, he would run away. This was indeed shameless, but it was also close to being wretched! If he were to fight against a high-level expert, wouldn't it be out of his opponent's expectations if he were to suddenly escape when he had the upper hand and knew that he could not defeat his opponent?
Movement technique! Movement technique! Qin Fen clenched his fists tightly in excitement. The wretched consummate move that Zeng Yicheng spoke of finally had an outline! Whether it was escaping or fighting, movement techniques played a very important role.
Creating a consummate move of his own wasn't an easy matter. Qin Fen didn't hurry to go back and think about it. Instead, he continued to run as a morning exercise. He strove to achieve consistency in strength with every step he took forward.
Control. Precise control. Only by deliberately tempering every little detail in life could one make rapid progress.
After running five kilometers, Qin Fen returned to the hotel's restaurant. Xue Tian had long since started enjoying a buffet. Looking at the utensils placed on the table, Qin Fen could tell that Xue Tian had been back for quite some time.
"Old Qin, over here." Xue Tian raised his hand. "I've already prepared your breakfast for you."
Breakfast was a portion of bread with jam, fried eggs, and milk.
Qin Fen held the bread in one hand and the jam in the other. His usual habit was to spread the jam directly on the bread and eat it.
It was very easy to spread the jam on the bread, but it was extremely difficult to spread the jam evenly on the bread. Even Qin Fen had never done it before.
I'll start from today! Qin Fen secretly told himself as he began to spread the jam with his hands.
One slice … failed … two slices … failed … three slices failed … thirty-five slices failed …
Qin Fen's table was piled several feet high with slices of bread. He had failed thirty-five slices in a short period of time. It wasn't difficult to spread the jam evenly, but it wasn't an easy task to spread the jam evenly.
"Sir …." The waitress of the restaurant walked over to remind him out of good intentions. "We prohibit waste here. You will be fined for this."
"Fined?" Qin Fen smiled. How could this bit of bread with jam be fined? However, when he saw the waitress's awkward expression, he first picked up a failed product and placed it in his mouth.
One slice … two slices … three slices … five slices … thirty slices …
The waitress's eyes nearly popped out of her head. She had been working in this job for over a year, but she had never seen someone eat so much. Qin Fen ate over thirty slices and didn't show any signs of being stuffed.
After finishing thirty-five slices, Qin Fen slowly picked up the thirty-sixth slice of bread. Xue Tian, who had been watching the show from the beginning, had a bit more surprise and attention between his eyebrows.
He was practicing his control! And he had a very strong control over his power! But he still felt that it wasn't enough! The cynicism on Xue Tian's face had completely vanished. What replaced it was a face of annoyance and sighing.
"Sigh …. How am I supposed to live …." Xue Tian let out a sorrowful howl. "His talent was good to begin with, and he's still working so hard. Won't the old fellows kill me if they find out? "
Xue Tian picked up a slice of bread as well. He copied Qin Fen and began to spread the jam on the bread.
The waitress of the restaurant watched dumbfounded. Were these two young people really eating breakfast? For an ordinary person, it would only take a short few dozen seconds to spread jam on the bread. How could they spread the jam on the bread for five minutes, six minutes, seven minutes? And they were getting slower and slower.
Such an action didn't look like they were spreading jam. Instead, it looked like they were carrying out an extremely great work of art.
It was a simple breakfast, and the two of them ate for four hours.
All the waitresses in the restaurant watched dumbfounded. These two young people eating jam and bread were completely immersed in the world of spreading jam.
The people who came to eat lunch all cast sidelong glances at Qin Fen and Xue Tian. These two young people were eating jam and bread for lunch as well.
Qin Fen's entire body and mind were immersed in the training of his control over his power. He didn't feel that the time had already passed from morning to noon.
Ding ….
The straight iron spoon that spread jam struck the bottom of the jam bottle, emitting a crisp sound. It called Qin Fen and Xue Tian back to the normal world from their immersion.
There was no more jam ….
Qin Fen looked at the jam and bread next to Xue Tian, and Xue Tian looked at the jam and bread next to him.
The two looked at each other and smiled. Though they didn't reach their respective requirements in the training of their control over their power this morning, it wasn't like they were completely without any gains.
Bread had an uneven surface to begin with. It was far more difficult to spread jam evenly on the bread than imagined.
The waitress of the restaurant continued to stand by their side. She looked at the two with an awkward expression.
The four hours of spreading made far, far too much jam and bread. Even a man with a big belly wouldn't necessarily be able to eat so much.
Qin Fen and Xue Tian looked at each other and smiled once more. Under the dumbstruck gaze of the restaurant waitress, all of the jam and bread were swept clean.
The other diners were stupefied as well when they saw this scene. Could it be that these two were reincarnated hungry ghosts?
Qin Fen raised his head to look at the time on the clock on the wall. He never thought that he would actually eat his breakfast until it was time for lunch. He swallowed all of the jam and bread, gave Song Jia a call, and hurried over to the hotel they were at.
Qin Fen smiled powerlessly when he thought about how he ate Chinese food right after he finished his breakfast.
* — *
A bracelet worth a few dollars and a necklace worth a few hundred dollars.
Lev Mirov and the others, who stood by Song Jia's side, felt incomparably astonished. How could she wear these crudely made jewelry in such excitement? Could it be that the fashion of the upper class had changed?
Qin Fen walked into the hall and saw the jewelry Song Jia wore with a glance.
She didn't have any earrings or a watch. Today, Song Jia wore a bracelet and a necklace.
"Sorry, I'm late."
Qin Fen nodded apologetically. The scalper had taken far too long this time. They had agreed to meet at nine, and it was already close to twelve thirty in the afternoon.
"Bro, you look like you're a bit tired." Lin Liqiang brushed aside the matter of him being late with a single sentence. "Did you pick up the room service call last night and couldn't hold back …?"
"Qiangster, do you think Qin Fen is you?"
Song Jia used her hand to smack Lin Liqiang's back, expressing her protest.
Lev Mirov walked out from behind Song Jia and arrived before Qin Fen in two steps. He turned around and said in the direction Qin Fen came from, "Young Master Ge, this is the Qin Fen we mentioned to you before. He's an expert in paintball shooting and a powerhouse in virtual aerial combat."
Qin Fen followed Lev Mirov's gaze and saw a young man in the crowd. He hadn't seen Qin Fen yesterday. His inverted triangular figure made his shoulders appear especially broad, and his angular face looked as if it had been carved by a sculptor.
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