boyutpedia Chapter 362 Training (Page 12)
Chapter 362 Training (Page 12)
The night was as dark as ink, and the lights at the training base went out one by one.
Zhou Ping cautiously peeked out of the dormitory window, and after confirming that no one was around, he tiptoed out carrying a bulging bundle on his back.
The bundle was comically patched, and you could vaguely see half of a "Kitchen Cleaning Guide" and a few spatulas sticking out.
“Teaching students… is too difficult…” he muttered to himself, and couldn’t help but shudder as he recalled the scene of Baili Pangpang blowing up the cafeteria with an array during the day.
Under the moonlight, Zhang Yun, dressed in black, leaned lazily against the top of the warehouse, his red robe billowing silently in the night wind.
He toyed with a dragon scale between his fingers, watching the figure scurrying away with a half-smile.
"Whoosh-"
Zhou Ping's figure vanished instantly, leaving only a faint ripple of sword energy in the air.
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Military outpost
Sentinel Xiao Wang was yawning.
Suddenly a gentle breeze swept by, and he widened his eyes in surprise—
Under the moonlight, a figure carrying a bundle swept past the sentry post at supersonic speed, the wind pressure he generated blowing his military cap off.
"Sword Saint... he's run away?!"
The rifle in Xiao Wang's hand clattered to the ground. He turned his head stiffly and saw on the monitor screen in the duty room that the figure had become a small black dot on the horizon.
Infrared camera footage shows... the other person was also holding a rice cooker.
Xiao Wang frantically pulled out his phone, his fingers trembling as he dialed Commander-in-Chief Ye Fan's private line.
"Beep-beep-"
The sound of rushing water and the clattering of dishes came from the other end of the phone.
"Hello?" Ye Fan's voice sounded tired, and in the background, the proprietress's loud shouts could be heard: "Hurry up with the Mapo Tofu for table number three!"
"Reporting, Commander-in-Chief!" Xiao Wang swallowed hard. "The Sword Saint... he's run away!"
"Clap!"
The sound of a plate shattering came from the other end of the phone.
Ye Fan was silent for three seconds, then sighed softly, "That kid... he's quitting again..."
He wiped the dishwater off his face, staring at the mountain of plates, tears welling up in his eyes—in order to let Zhou Ping become an instructor, he, the commander-in-chief of the night watch, was forced to take over the shift at this "Zhou's Home-Style Restaurant".
The proprietress's loud voice came from the kitchen: "Xiao Ye! Don't be lazy! There are still two baskets of potatoes to peel in the back!"
The dignified highest commander of the Night's Watch, wearing an apron with the words "Weekly Journal" printed on it, squatted on a small stool in the back kitchen, resignedly picking up a peeler.
"Commander-in-Chief... what do we do now?" Xiao Wang asked timidly on the other end of the phone.
Ye Fan gritted his teeth as he peeled the potato, the peeler almost deforming in his hand: "I'll think of something!"
Ye Fan slammed down the phone and immediately dialed Zhou Ping's number.
The moment the call connected, the commander-in-chief's roar shook the pots and pans in the kitchen:
"Zhou Ping! How could you do this to me?!"
Zhou Ping's guilty voice came from the other end of the phone, mixed with the melody of "The Most Dazzling Ethnic Trend," the background music from a rural guesthouse: "I...I can't teach them well..."
"Bullshit!" Ye Fan slammed the paring knife down. "Did they bully you?"
"No, no..." Zhou Ping's voice grew softer and softer.
"Then you get back here!" Ye Fan stomped his foot angrily, making the pile of potato peels beside him shake three times. "I'm still washing dishes for you! And you're off having a good time at a farmhouse?!"
There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a resigned sigh: "...Oh."
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Under the cover of night, Zhou Ping stealthily made his way back to the training base.
He lowered his head like a schoolboy who had done something wrong, his steps were so light that they seemed to be on cotton, and he was carrying a bulging bundle on his back—only now it contained two jars of homemade chili sauce that he had taken from a farmhouse restaurant.
Zhang Yun, dressed in black, had been squatting on the rooftop, waiting to watch the show.
He swung his legs leisurely, holding a bucket of popcorn in his hand, his dark golden dragon eyes gleaming with the light of a triumphant prank in the moonlight.
Seeing Zhou Ping approach dejectedly, Zhang Yun, dressed in black, instantly appeared in front of him, magically handing him a glass of warm water with an innocent smile: "Remember to hydrate after exercising~"
"..."
Zhou Ping stood there dumbfounded, the bundle in his hand falling to the ground with a "thud," and two jars of chili sauce rolled out.
He glanced at the water glass, then at Zhang Yun's face, which was trying not to laugh.
Zhou Ping's fingers trembled slightly, the aroma of the farmhouse's special chili sauce still lingering on his fingertips.
His pupils contracted sharply, reflecting the surreal scene on the training field—
On the sizzling grill, Baili Pangpang was humming a tune as he brushed honey onto chicken wings.
The fierce sword intent that should have been slaying demons and monsters now docilely transformed into blue flames, roasting the chicken skin until it was golden and crispy.
Oil droplets landed on the sword energy, bursting into sparks that illuminated the fat man's smug round face.
"The sixth level, Dragon Appears in the Field!" Lin Qiye suddenly slid forward, flipping through the pages of "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils" in his hand.
He moved with mysterious steps among the plum blossom stakes, precisely avoiding the "landmines" drawn on the ground with chalk with each step.
The portrait of Duan Yu on the cover has somehow become an animated image, making a peace sign in Zhou Ping's direction.
"Five in a row!" Jialan suddenly slammed his hand on the table and stood up, the golden light from his fingertips forming a line on the empty chessboard.
Cao Yuan's black blade vibrated and hummed, and the black stones formed by the blade's energy exploded into fireworks with a "pop".
The "Nine Swords of Dugu" manual, which was placed between the two, was currently being used as a paperweight under the chessboard.
"Click."
Zhou Ping unconsciously crushed the chili sauce jar that had rolled to his feet. The red oil slowly seeped into the soil, much like his collapsing heart at that moment.
Zhang Yun, dressed in black, suddenly leaned closer, a mischievous glint in his dragon eyes: "Want to try Fatty's special sword-qi barbecue? He used the same heat control technique you used yesterday for 'Rainbow Piercing the Sun'..."
"I...I'll just go back to washing the dishes..." Zhou Ping turned around, his hands and feet moving in unison, and the remaining jar of chili sauce in his bundle fell "thump" into Zhang Yun's arms.
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The morning sunlight streamed through the windows of the training ground. Zhou Ping sat quietly on a wooden chair, his hands folded in front of his knees, his expression unusually calm.
As everyone entered the training ground, they all slowed their pace upon seeing this scene.
Baili Pangpang muttered under his breath, "Why is the Sword Saint so quiet today? Could it be that we angered him to the point of madness last night?"
Jialan glanced at him: "Shut up, fatso."
Lin Qiye frowned slightly, his gaze falling on the thick stack of papers next to Zhou Ping—each one was neatly bound with thin string, and each person's name was written neatly on the cover.
Zhou Ping slowly raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, and said softly, "They've arrived."
Then he reached out and picked up the stack of documents, distributing them one by one to everyone.
Baili Pangpang took his share, casually flipped to the first page, and his eyes widened instantly—
"Baili Pangpang's Practical Analysis Report"
Advantage:
He has mastered the forbidden realm of "Disarming All Things." Transforming it into a grand formation, his talent for formations is extremely high. His application of the Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams Formation has reached the level of "Reversal of Heaven and Earth," and his control ability ranks among the top three of the younger generation of the Night Watch.
They possess keen combat instincts and often unleash extraordinary potential in critical moments.
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defect:
There is a 0.3-second delay in the circulation of mental energy, especially when casting large-scale formations, the meridian nodes at the left scapula will become weak points (see attached figure 3.2 for details).
For those with insufficient resistance to "Qi Min" type compressed environments, it is recommended to perform "turtle breathing technique" training three times a day to enhance tolerance.
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Improvement plan:
Customized "Advanced Training Plan for the Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams Formation" (37 pages attached)
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Baili Pangpang's hands trembled slightly. This report was so detailed that it even recorded how many chicken wings he had stolen yesterday.
On the other side, Lin Qiye flipped through his report, his pupils suddenly contracting—Zhou Ping had even provided a detailed diagram of the spiritual energy circulation path correction for the "Northern Darkness Divine Art" that he had not yet mastered in "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils"!
Jialan and Cao Yuan exchanged a glance. The reports in their hands even pointed out the flaws in their thinking patterns when playing Gomoku.
The entire training ground was completely silent, save for the rustling sound of papers being turned over.
Zhou Ping rubbed his fingers together a little sheepishly: "Um... I couldn't sleep last night... so I just summarized it a bit..."
Zhang Yun, dressed in black, appeared at the doorway without anyone noticing, waving the report that should have been his in his hand—the cover featuring a simple, doodled dragon. He raised an eyebrow at Zhou Ping: "Even I got a copy?"
Zhou Ping's face flushed red, and he stammered softly, "It was just... just casually..."
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Subsequently.
A thin mist hung over the training ground, and the morning light dappled through the clouds onto everyone.
Zhou Ping stood with his sword in his arms, his gaze sweeping over the group of young people in front of him, a barely perceptible smile playing on his lips.
"Cao Yuan, Fatty, you two come here." He beckoned and pulled a yellowed sheepskin chessboard from his pocket. "You'll play this today."
Baili Pangpang's eyes widened: "Senior, isn't this just a game of tic-tac-toe for kids?"
"Improved version." Zhou Ping tapped his fingertip, and a dense grid appeared on the chessboard, nineteen lines in each direction. The black and white pieces automatically arranged themselves into a complex endgame.
“Each move requires mental energy, and Cao Yuan has to use his willpower to suppress the black king’s consciousness in order to play the game.”
Cao Yuan's pupils suddenly contracted; he could feel the violent aura within him awakening.
The black pieces on the chessboard seemed to come alive, transforming into countless ferocious demons that roared at him. He bit his tongue, forcing himself to concentrate, and his trembling fingers picked up a white piece.
"Once a move is made, there's no going back." Zhou Ping's voice was like a resounding bell. "Remember, when you feel you're about to lose control..."
"So you're going to beat up this fatso, huh?" Cao Yuan's forehead veins bulged, and the white piece landed with a "thud" on the center position.
The chessboard was instantly rippled with crimson light, and the sealing chains on his right arm began to rattle.
Baili Pangpang wailed and shrank back:
"Why me again?!" Before he could finish speaking, Cao Yuan's eyes flashed red, and the Black King's consciousness completely took over.
The berserk teenager unleashed a punch, smashing the Xuan Turtle phantom that Baili Pangpang had hastily erected into existence, leaving spiderweb-like cracks.
"Even the Xuanwu's protective shield couldn't stop it?" Fatty scrambled to avoid it, then suddenly had a flash of inspiration and pulled out a bronze abacus.
"Kan Character - Water Dragon's Roar!" The surging water collided with the black mist, and a salty downpour suddenly began in the northeast corner of the training ground.
Thirty meters away in the open space, Garan's silver armor shimmered with a moon-like luster in the sunlight.
The girl wielded her spear like a silver whirlwind, each time the spear tip struck the ground, it created a spiderweb-like crack with a radius of two meters.
"My Lord Qiye, concentrate~" She suddenly spun around and thrust, the shaft of her spear grazing Lin Qiye's nose.
The latter leaned back and formed a hand seal with his left hand, the wings of a seraph unfurled behind him, but the three chains of holy light only bound the afterimage.
"Too reliant on vision." Garan's voice came from all directions as twelve silver figures simultaneously unleashed a fatal blow.