"Hmm?"
Chen Wu's expression slightly changed, and he abruptly looked up.
His gaze was like a torch, instantly locking onto the direction from which the sound came.
In a corner of the training room, a young man with an ordinary face, dressed in black and red martial arts attire, was raising his hand, maintaining the posture of throwing a punch.
Seeing this, Chen Wu took a few steps and arrived in front of Hu Qi.
"Was that commotion just now made by you?"
Hu Qi stopped his movements, a hint of confusion appropriately flashing across his face.
"I don't know what happened either. I was practicing, and then suddenly it was like this. Coach, I hope I haven't developed any problems from practicing, have I?"
"Haha, no, no, there are no problems at all. You're practicing very well. Keep it up. I have high hopes for you!"
Chen Wu laughed heartily and patted Hu Qi's shoulder.
Others might not know, but how could he not be clear?
That sound was clearly the essence of the first form of Comprehensive Fighting Technique, the Cannon Fist.
Being able to throw this punch, even if by luck, proved that the other party had already reached the proficient level in Comprehensive Fighting Technique.
"He Chi, I'm afraid this time you'll still be suppressed by me and unable to turn the tide!"
Thinking of this, Chen Wu was in a great mood, and even Hu Qi seemed incredibly pleasing to his eyes.
The surrounding students who were resting couldn't help but look at each other in dismay.
Although they didn't understand the meaning of that sound, as long as they weren't blind, they could roughly guess a thing or two based on Chen Wu's attitude.
Inside the training room, near a corner wall.
Song Jian, who was chatting with his companions, also cast his gaze over.
Looking at Hu Qi's face, his brow furrowed involuntarily.
"Do you guys know what this person's name is?"
Hearing this, the few people beside him exchanged glances, unsure how to respond.
Although they had been training together for a few days, they didn't interact much with each other.
At most, they could only say he looked somewhat familiar; it was truly difficult to recall his name.
"I remember when he introduced himself earlier, he seemed to say his name was Hu Qi."
At this moment, a young girl named Lin Rong, sitting to the side and stretching her arms, thought for a moment and added.
"You don't need to worry about him. This person's movements were very clumsy when he practiced before; he's far from being comparable to you, Song Jian."
"That's right, Brother Song, we are all very clear about your strength. That guy isn't even fit to carry your shoes."
Several companions on the side also laughed and chimed in.
In response, Song Jian withdrew his gaze and said nothing.
Indeed, just as they said, even if this person had some talent, he was still far inferior to him.
The reason he asked just now was merely out of curiosity.
He simply didn't have the qualifications to compete with him.
Hu Qi didn't concern himself with everyone's thoughts.
What he did just now was naturally intentional.
It was to make a change and attract Chen Wu's attention.
While it was necessary to feign weakness when he was weak, he also needed to appropriately display some value, which would undoubtedly be more beneficial to him.
Of course.
He didn't use his full strength; he still held back.
Reaching the proficient level in Comprehensive Fighting Technique in just a few days was still plausible.
But reaching the Minor Achievement level would be a bit too outrageous.
...
Inside the rental apartment.
A blade sliced across the neck, and crimson blood splattered onto Hu Qi's face.
In the sink.
A robust rooster with a blood-red comb and vibrant feathers lay askew in the sink.
Below its neck, a circle of feathers had been plucked, revealing skin with a cut that nearly severed it.
Blood flowed from the wound, finally winding its way into the overflow hole below.
As a large amount of blood was lost, the rooster's life force was drained, and the strength of its struggling wings slowly weakened.
Finally, it stopped moving completely.
"As expected, it still doesn't work?"
Hu Qi looked down at the rooster he had killed, then looked at a certain spot in the Void Realm, his brows slightly furrowed.
The modification panel was good, but without modification value, it was useless.
These past few days.
He had made several attempts.
From ants and insects to the current rooster, but the modification value showed no movement at all.
"Could it be that I need to touch antiques and absorb some cool Qi from them?"
Hu Qi pinched his eyebrows.
Recalling some snippets from novels he read in his previous life, he immediately felt that it was not impossible.
"Forget it, let's eat first."
With this thought, he glanced at the rooster in the sink, then turned to boil a pot of water, and began skillfully plucking feathers and processing it.
Tens of minutes later, a pot of stewed chicken with thin pancakes and finely chopped green onions was freshly served.
"It seems my cooking skills haven't deteriorated."
Hu Qi picked up his chopsticks, picked up a piece of chicken, blew on it, and put it in his mouth to chew. The tender chicken flavor spread in his mouth, and a look of enjoyment appeared on his face.
Perhaps due to cultivating Comprehensive Fighting Technique and Yang Yuan Breathing Method, Hu Qi's appetite had greatly increased recently.
He actually ate an entire large rooster clean.
One must know that this was not like those roasted chickens on the market that were not much bigger than a fist.
However, along with that came this.
In recent days, his Physique had been getting better and better.
When he took off his clothes to shower, he could clearly see that distinct muscle outlines had appeared on his arms, abdomen, chest, back, legs, and other areas.
Tens of minutes later, having eaten and drunk to his fill.
After a simple tidying up, Hu Qi went out with a black garbage bag.
After throwing the garbage into the trash can downstairs, he walked towards the outside of the residential area.
His destination for this trip was Moshishi Street, ten kilometers away from here.
His electric scooter had broken its right handlebar when he fell while going to the market to buy a chicken, and it was currently at the repair shop, not yet fixed.
Without a vehicle to ride, Hu Qi planned to take the bus.
Although there were subways in this world, for some reason, they hadn't been popularized.
Qirong City, as a third-tier small city, currently only had one line, and it was only recently built.
And the East City District where he was located, as part of the old city, naturally did not have one.
Fortunately.
There were many bus stops, not far from the rental apartment; there was one right across the street from the residential area.
At this moment, it was around three in the afternoon.
The sky was covered by a thick layer of dark clouds, and the sky seemed to be veiled by a gray gauze, the air somewhat muggy.
At this time of day, there weren't many people waiting for the bus at the bus stop.
There was only a grandmother and granddaughter wearing sun hats.
After Hu Qi scanned his surroundings, he took out his earphones from his pocket, put them on, and played a popular song.
If one were close enough, they would notice that Hu Qi's breathing was very even, seemingly following a specific pattern.
It was precisely the Yang Yuan Breathing Method.
This method, after he had elevated it to the Perfection realm, had completely replaced his breathing pattern.
Unlike Comprehensive Fighting Technique, the Yang Yuan Breathing Method could not rapidly and significantly improve one's strength, but it would subtly change Hu Qi's Physique over time.
Compared to other students, his stamina was longer-lasting, and his recovery speed was also faster.
Hu Qi even had a thought that perhaps even without the modifier, with the help of the breathing method, he could soon improve his Comprehensive Fighting Technique again, entering the mastery level.
Time passed.
A few minutes later, the B3 bus he needed to take arrived at the station.
Hu Qi moved, following the grandmother and granddaughter onto the bus.