NOVEL ONLINE FREE Chapter 9: Ch-9 :Drain the Training Room
Boom!
With a loud crash, the aura of heaven and earth within Yogan's body was violently stirred, circulating through his meridians. Then, it was completely absorbed by the glowing light spots.
"What is this?" Yogan was stunned, but he didn't dare to move. He could only feel the light spots inside his body lighting up continuously.
"Is it because the gene lock was broken?"
Yogan's mind raced, but the term "gene lock" had never appeared in any martial arts knowledge he had studied. He was confused, unable to make sense of what was happening.
"This change... was caused by cellular respiration?!" Yogan counted the light spots carefully. His heart skipped a beat as he realized that there were exactly 360 light spots. If they were connected, they would form a strange pattern. This was beyond his comprehension.
At that moment, it felt as though Yogan had embarked on an entirely new path in martial arts.
"What level of martial arts is this cellular respiration? It's so magical!"
With a slight sigh, Yogan realized that the energy of heaven and earth in the training room had been completely depleted. The once powerful energy-gathering array could no longer supply even a trace of the heavenly aura.
"Has the training room been drained?"
Yogan was momentarily stunned, and the boiling blood inside his body gradually began to calm down. Then, he noticed that the 360 light spots had gradually transformed into small egg-like shapes, with only one light spot on his right palm still faintly glowing.
The excess energy in his body seemed to have gathered there, causing the light spot to flicker, its light unstable.
At the same time, Yogan could feel the blood and energy surging through his right palm. He fought the urge to unleash a destructive blow that would tear apart the training room. Slowly, he opened his eyes.
"Now, I can easily deal with the mutant pig man with just my right palm. I won't be as embarrassed as I was before."
But as he thought about it, doubts crept into his mind.
"We practiced the same cellular respiration method, but why did I improve so much?"
The strength he felt now was not reflected in the pig man he had fought. Logically, the pig man had also practiced cellular respiration, so why didn't he show similar progress?
Yogan muttered to himself, but it was difficult to analyze the reason. He could only wait for the next time he entered the game world to gather more information and solve the mystery.
Thinking of the dilapidated game world, a sense of curiosity stirred within him. The strange ruins, the unknown level of the breathing method—everything made him want to explore further.
He forced himself to calm down and stopped overthinking. Yogan got up, cleaned the practice room, closed the energy-gathering array, and then stepped outside.
The moment he exited the room, countless eyes turned toward him. Yogan was taken aback by the attention.
"What's going on?"
Could the outside world have felt the noise he made in the practice room?
Yogan blinked and looked at the middle-aged man standing in front of him. The man's presence exuded a faint but undeniable sense of oppression.
"Hello, teacher," Yogan said politely.
The students around them stared at Yogan in surprise. Their faces were a mixture of shock and confusion. The noise from the practice room had been so loud; surely, he couldn't be trying to brush it off?
"Yogan, were you practicing the basic breathing method?" Jiang Qiuran couldn't help but speak up, her beautiful eyes filled with doubt.
With her sixth-level first-rank strength, she couldn't have caused the commotion that had just occurred. If Yogan's blood and qi were already superior to hers, it was utterly unacceptable to her.
Jiang Qiuran clenched her hands tightly, her nails digging into her palms without her realizing it.
The middle-aged man, hearing the question, turned to Yogan with great interest. It was clear he was eager to know the answer.
Yogan's face remained calm as he spoke lightly.
"After joining the Qianlong Training Camp, one of the mentors gave me a special breathing method."
The moment these words left his mouth, everyone around him gasped in shock.
The middle-aged man was equally taken aback!
A mentor from the Qianlong Training Camp! That was an extraordinary figure.
It was said that any mentor there was a powerful individual above the fifth rank.
A fifth-rank powerhouse!
Not only in Linhai City but in the surrounding three prefecture-level cities, it was rare to find anyone of such caliber.
The principal of No. 1 Middle School was a peak warrior of the third rank, and even the president of the Martial Arts Association in Linhai City had only just reached the fourth rank.
The middle-aged man's eyes flickered, and his gaze toward Yogan changed dramatically.
Talent alone wasn't enough to be truly formidable. But if there was power backing that talent, it meant that the young man in front of him could safely grow to at least the third rank.
Realizing this, the middle-aged man no longer pursued the matter of the noise in the training room. Instead, he smiled at Yogan and spoke politely.
"Forget it this time. Just remember to report in advance for the next training."
Jiang Qiuran, who had been standing nearby, bit her lip tightly when she heard this.
As the strongest and most prideful girl at No. 1 Middle School, she now felt unprecedented pressure from Yogan.
Looking at the expressions of the people around him, Yogan couldn't help but smile inwardly.
After politely greeting the middle-aged man, he turned and left.
As he exited the training room, Yogan took a deep breath and headed straight for the martial arts library.
Before, he had been just a high-level martial artist apprentice and hadn't been qualified to practice martial arts. But now that his blood and qi had entered the first rank, he was ready to find a martial art that suited him.
"Yogan!"
Halfway to the library, a cheerful voice called out to him from behind.
Turning around, he saw Lara running toward him.
The girl was trotting happily, her ponytail bouncing with every step. Her curves were more noticeable now, accentuated by her light blue martial arts uniform.
"Wait... When did she grow so well developed?" Yogan whispered softly to himself.
"What are you talking about?" Lara approached, looking at him in confusion.
"Have you grown taller again? The martial arts uniform seems a little small," Yogan commented, pointing at her exposed white ankles.
"Yes." Lara blushed slightly and glanced at him.
"Let's go. Let's head to the martial arts library," she said with a smile.
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