87: Chapter 87 Training of Extraordinary Individuals

Zhou Che stood at the very front of the line and said to everyone:

"Starting today, there will be two hours of combat training every afternoon.

Luo Xi will serve as your instructor and be responsible for all training matters."

"Everyone must obey orders and follow instructions.

Anyone who dares to slack off or cut corners will have their supply allocation for next month cancelled immediately.

Do you understand?"

"Understood!" everyone shouted in unison.

However, everyone was a little surprised inside.

They didn't expect that Luo Xi would actually be made the instructor.

What surprised them even more was that after Zhou Che finished speaking, he actually turned around and walked into the formation, standing with Shen Fei and the others.

"Mr. Zhou, are you participating in the training too?"

Luo Xi asked, her eyes wide with disbelief.

"Of course," Zhou Che smiled.

"I need to train too; after all, I am a combatant as well.

Instructor Luo, don't worry about saving me face. Train me just like everyone else. Be strict."

Looking at Zhou Che standing in the line, Luo Xi felt both nervous and a little happy.

She took a deep breath, straightened her back, and walked to the front of the line.

"Alright, let's start training now. First, warm up: run five laps around the camp."

At her command, the eight people immediately started running.

Zhou Che blended into the ranks, running at a steady, unhurried pace.

His gaze fell from time to time on Luo Xi, who was leading the group in front.

It made Zhou Che sigh in admiration.

These legs really lived up to their reputation.

After running five laps, everyone was slightly out of breath.

Luo Xi stood at the front of the line, not even flushed or panting.

"Next, we will practice basic standing posture. Feet shoulder-width apart, knees slightly bent, center of gravity lowered…"

As she spoke, she demonstrated it herself.

Her movements were standard, powerful, and crisp.

Then she walked into the middle of the line to correct their postures one by one.

When she reached Zhou Che, her movements noticeably paused for a moment, and her cheeks flushed a little more.

"Mr. Zhou, bend your knees a bit more, and lower your center of gravity."

She said softly, reaching out to lightly touch Zhou Che's knee.

The warmth from her fingertips made them both tremble slightly.

Zhou Che deliberately sank lower and leaned close to her ear, whispering: "Instructor Luo, is this right?"

Her warm breath blew against her ear, and Luo Xi's face instantly turned red to the roots of her ears.

She hurriedly stepped back and nodded: "Y-yes, that's right."

After saying that, she quickly turned around to correct the others.

Zhou Che watched her flustered back, a smirk of success curling the corners of his lips.

During the subsequent fist technique training, Luo Xi gradually got into the zone.

She personally demonstrated every move, punching fast, accurately, and fiercely, with a sound of breaking through the air.

Some dissatisfied team members wanted to spar with her, but they were quickly taken down by her in a few moves.

After that, no one dared to underestimate this female instructor again.

Everyone followed the training obediently, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

Zhou Che also learned very seriously.

Although his Sequence level was high, he had never systematically learned combat.

In the past, he relied entirely on his Sequence power to crush opponents in fights.

Now, after learning a few moves from Luo Xi, he clearly felt that his power output was much smoother.

His combat capability had improved another notch.

As the sun set, the first day of training ended.

Everyone was so tired that they collapsed on the ground, drenched in sweat.

Luo Xi took a water bottle, walked over to Zhou Che, and handed it to him.

"Mr. Zhou, you worked hard today."

"Not at all," Zhou Che took the water, took a sip, and said with a smile, "Instructor Luo taught well. Let's continue tomorrow."

Looking at his smile, Luo Xi's heartbeat couldn't help but speed up a little.

She nodded and whispered: "Mm, see you tomorrow."

After saying this, she turned and ran off.

Zhou Che watched her back and took a sip of water.

He was calculating in his mind.

The next morning, the sun was just right, and training lines had long been drawn on the open space in the center of the camp.

Luo Xi was wearing tight sportswear, clutching a wooden stick as thick as a forearm, standing at the very front of the line.

Yesterday's shyness and evasion had vanished without a trace; her entire aura was fully unleashed, and her eyes were as sharp as knives.

"Yesterday was just to get you familiar with the movements; today, we increase the intensity."

Luo Xi's voice was clear and powerful, echoing across the entire training ground.

"Today, we will practice fist techniques all day."

With that, she began to explain.

"We are focusing on the Left Hook. There is only one core requirement:

Generate power from your waist and abdomen, use the rotation to drive your arms, and every punch must make a sound of breaking through the air."

She shook the wooden stick in her hand.

"Whoever slacks off or uses the wrong power generation, this stick won't show mercy."

After speaking, she stepped back two paces and stood in the open space.

"Watch closely, I will demonstrate one more time."

Feet apart, center of gravity lowered, waist and abdomen twisted fiercely, and the arm swung out with the momentum.

"Snap!"

A crisp sound of breaking air rang out.

The fist, carrying a strong gust of wind, slammed heavily into the wooden stake nearby.

The half-foot-thick wooden stake was shaken three times, leaving a clear fist mark on it.

"Did you see clearly? Harmonize your waist and stance, let the power rise from the ground, don't just rely on swinging your arm."

Luo Xi retracted her fist and scanned the crowd, "Now, one by one."

The first to step forward was Wang Laowu.

He took a deep breath, set his stance, and imitating Luo Xi, threw a sudden Left Hook.

His fist slammed into the target Luo Xi was holding, emitting a dull thud.

"Incorrect."

Luo Xi frowned and poked Wang Laowu's waist and abdomen with the wooden stick.

"You are using your shoulder to generate power and swinging your forearm out; your waist and abdomen didn't move at all.

You're barely hitting with thirty percent of your full force."

"Again."

Wang Laowu blushed and threw another punch.

It was still the same.

Luo Xi's expression sank.

"What is wrong with you?

A Transcendent's muscle control is ten times stronger than an ordinary person's; you can't even learn such simple power generation?"

"With your level, if you encounter an anomaly, even if it stands there and lets you hit it, you won't be able to kill it."

"Go over there and throw one hundred Left Hooks into the air.

You can rest only when you find the feeling of generating power from your waist and abdomen."

Wang Laowu's face instantly turned green.

Being reprimanded like this in public made his face burn.

But he didn't dare to retort.

This was the instructor personally appointed by Mr. Zhou, and what she said was correct, too.

He could only hang his head, walk to the side, and honestly start swinging his fists.

The second was Shen Fei.

He was a little better than Wang Laowu, but only slightly.

It was the same disconnected power generation; his fist was soft and powerless.

"You're the same; go practice with Wang Laowu."

Luo Xi was merciless and punished him as well.

Next, one team member after another stepped forward.

Not one could satisfy Luo Xi.

Either the power generation was wrong, or the posture was distorted.

Luo Xi's expression grew darker and darker, and the wooden stick in her hand tapped against the ground with a rhythmic "thud-thud."

Her scolding grew louder, and she left no room for sentiment.

When it was Ruan Xiaoxiao's turn, she secretly felt relieved.

Thinking that her cousin should at least save her some face.

As a result, the moment she threw a punch, Luo Xi's scolding came crashing down on her.

"Ruan Xiaoxiao! Are you throwing a punch or tickling someone?"

"Waist and abdomen! Use your waist and abdomen! Why are you wiggling your butt? Are you dancing?"

"With your level, if you encounter an anomaly, you'll be the first one to die!"