The people of the Xing Yao Federation revered martial arts. Cultivators with superior combat strength enjoyed supreme status. Every citizen of the Federation considered stepping onto the path of cultivation as the greatest glory.
Even if they were unable to become cultivators, they would still like to temper their strength, temper their muscles and bones, sculpt their physique, and maintain the habit of cultivating throughout their lives.
Therefore, fitness centers, cultivation halls, and martial arts schools could be seen everywhere on the streets and alleys. Those who cultivated there were not necessarily vicious martial arts experts. Most of them were law-abiding, well-behaved students and office workers.
When Li Yao saw the sign of the "Militant Wolf Slayer Cultivation Hall", he felt a little more confident.
He knew that the owners of these kinds of places were mostly fanatical cultivation enthusiasts. They refined "knockoff strengthening drugs" for themselves and the members of the cultivation hall. Making money was not their primary goal. Therefore, they would not hesitate to pay for it, and the quality was also guaranteed.
Touching the spider pattern on his face, Li Yao strolled in.
The cultivation hall's entrance was not large, but it was a completely different world inside. In the strength training room that was around three to four hundred square meters, a dozen muscular and sweaty brawny men were smashing barbells, steel cables, and iron plates with a "clang clang" sound. There was also a brawny man in the corner who was fiercely punching a sandbag.
Li Yao glanced around and discovered that these burly men were not too heavy. Their faces were also relatively honest and kind. They did not give off a fierce feeling. From the looks of it, they were all ordinary office workers. Li Yao could not help but let out a sigh of relief and felt even more reassured.
He walked to the corner and prepared to ask the brawny man who was punching the sandbag — this guy looked the most friendly.
This brawny man just happened to close in on Li Yao. He suddenly thrust out his hand and threw a heavy punch. Using all the strength in his body, he sent the sandbag flying high into the air. It just happened to hit Li Yao's face and made a "bang" sound.
The brawny man cried out and anxiously asked, "Are you okay?"
Li Yao shook his head. His nose was a little sour. His nose twitched twice, and he shook his head and said, "I'm fine. May I ask where Director Zhao is?"
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Behind the strength training room, there was a small tea room. There were two army-green cushions, and in between them were two tea jars. There were also smoked meat, roasted chicken, peanuts, and other cooked dishes.
The man on the left was about forty or fifty years old. There was a tattoo of a wolf head with a military spike on his bald, bumpy head. His left arm had been cut off from the shoulder blade and replaced by a spirit prosthetic arm engraved with thousands of runes.
The person on the right was a young man who seemed to be less than thirty years old. He wore a very low-key gray military trench coat, which had been worn for many years. It had been washed white and faded.
If Li Yao were to see this person, he would definitely be so excited that he would piss his pants — this young man was impressively the idol of every student in Chixiao No. 2 High School, the upstart in Floating Spear City's cultivator circle, the Building Foundation Stage cultivator, Fiend Blade Peng Hai!
At this moment, Peng Hai's body did not have the slightest trace of a powerful cultivator's aura. He lifted the tea jar and straightforwardly said to the bald tattooed man, "Old Instructor, come, let's toast to the years of fierce battles in the Demon Beast Wasteland!"
The tea jar was obviously filled with the coarsest Erguotou, but Peng Hai, this extravagant and extravagant great cultivator, acted as if he had seen the finest nectar. He drank it all in one gulp and loudly clicked his tongue, "Good wine, this is what a f * cking man should drink!"
The bald tattooed man used his spirit prosthetic arm and somewhat stiffly grabbed the tea jar. He sighed with emotion, "Ah Hai, I know that you are a kid who values feelings and friendship. Even if you are a Building Foundation Stage cultivator, you will not forget us old comrades who have gone through life and death together! However, you have the heart to come and drink with me every now and then. There is really no need for you to always stay here and cultivate. This place of mine is of the amateur level, and the level is very low. You are a Building Foundation Stage cultivator, and you are wasting your time here! "
Peng Hai smiled, "Old Instructor, the friendship between us is not something that can be clearly explained by the words' going through life and death together '. Thinking back to those days, we carried out the' Black Blade Operation 'together. If it weren't for you blocking that attack for me, I would have long been dead. How could I have become a Building Foundation Stage cultivator? And as for you, Old Instructor... "
His gaze swept towards the bald tattooed man's left hand. Peng Hai's voice also carried a touch of heaviness, "You lost your entire left arm, and even 70% of your heart was blown away. From the 13th level of the Refinement Stage, you fell back to the level of an ordinary martial artist. You had no choice but to leave the 'Wolf Regiment'..."
The bald tattooed man waved his hand and said indifferently, "The road of cultivation is full of dangers. Since I have embarked on this road of no return, this old man has long since put his head on the belt of his pants, ready to die at any time! Just losing a hand, what does that count for? If you can't even see through this, then what the hell was the point of cultivating back then? Wouldn't it have been safer to go back to work as a white-collar worker and get a wife? You don't have to always take that matter to heart. We are cultivators. Whether we lose a hand or break a leg, or go back to our hometown and sell salted duck eggs, it all depends on what the heavens are happy with. My hand being broken is my fate. What does it have to do with you? Besides, if you don't let me cultivate, then I won't cultivate. Every month, this old man receives a large amount of 'Veterans Disability Allowance'. I drink small amounts of wine, I barbecue skewers, and I don't lack in bed every day. You don't know how carefree and happy I am! As for my old comrades who are still in the army, yes, many of them have become Building Foundation Stage cultivators. There are even two great Core Formation Stage cultivators. So what? Maybe tomorrow, they will become a pile of shit in the belly of a demon beast, and not even dregs will be left! Thinking about it this way, I have profited, hahahaha! "
Peng Hai cheerfully said, "You know when to pick up and when to let go. You are the old instructor in my memory, a tough guy with unyielding iron bones! However, there is one thing that the old instructor is wrong about. Every day, I come to your place not to waste time, but to carry out very important training. "
The bald tattooed man opened his eyes wide. "Training? What kind of training can you do in this broken place of mine? "
Peng Hai faintly smiled and explained, "My instantaneous spiritual energy explosion has already reached the high level of the Building Foundation Stage, but it is very unstable. In several critical moments of battle, it unexpectedly fell back to the middle level of the Building Foundation Stage, and I almost lost my life. This is because my absolute strength has increased too quickly, and my control over it is still not perfect. If I want to truly stand firmly at the high level of the Building Foundation Stage, or even break through to the peak of the Building Foundation Stage, then I must thoroughly solve this problem! "
The bald tattooed man pondered for a moment and nodded. "You are one of the youngest Building Foundation Stage cultivators in the Federation. If you advance too quickly, it will indeed bring about the problem of your foundation being unstable. How are you going to solve it?"
Peng Hai smiled and said, "In order to control my strength, every time I come to the old instructor's Militant Wolf Slayer Cultivation Gym, I suppress my strength to 3%. I only use 3% of my strength to carry out overload training!"
The bald tattooed man suddenly understood. "So you only use 3% of your strength? No wonder I couldn't feel the slightest bit of a cultivator's aura from your body. "
Peng Hai nodded. "I have already persevered at 3% for a month. This way, when I let go of the restrictions and use 100% of my strength, I feel that my instantaneous spiritual energy explosion has greatly increased. My control over spiritual energy has also increased by a lot! My goal is to eventually suppress my strength to 1% and carry out overload training and confrontation. If I can do it, then I will definitely be able to rush to the peak of the Building Foundation Stage! "
After pausing for a moment, he smiled without regret. "The instability of my spiritual energy is my biggest weakness. I don't want others to know about it, so I can only come to the old instructor's place to train. In Floating Spear City, I only trust two people, and the old instructor is one of them. Unfortunately, the strength of your members is too weak. Not a single one of them can withstand three minutes of attacks from me using 3% of my strength! Just carrying out strength training alone seems to be lacking by a single breath. "
The bald tattooed man glared at him. "My members here are all proper office workers and wage earners. They are not professional martial artists. Of course, they are not enough for you to fight. Even if you only use 3% of your strength, it will still be a pure slaughter! However, don't say that the old instructor doesn't take care of you. I know that you are looking for an expert sparring partner, so I specially contacted a gold medal sparring partner who has a bit of fame in the circle. He will be here in a moment. "
Peng Hai heard this and became interested. "Oh? Is he powerful? "
The bald tattooed man said, "I was introduced by a friend, so I have never seen him before. However, this person has been mingling in the underground ghost market for many years. He has been a professional sparring partner in several martial arts centers. It is said that his resistance to attacks is extremely strong. He has a nickname, 'Iron Turtle'. He should be able to withstand three minutes of your strength, right?"
The entire wall on the left side of the tearoom was made of one-way transparent glass. Looking out from the inside, one could see the situation in the strength training room.
As the two men were talking, they just happened to see Li Yao walk in. His face was ruthlessly smashed by a sandbag, but he acted as if nothing had happened.
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