88: Chapter 88 Terrifying Learning Ability

Ruan Xiaoxiao was scolded until her eyes turned red, tears welling up in her eyes.

If it weren't for the fact that so many people were watching, she would have already burst into tears.

She felt incredibly aggrieved.

She was her own cousin! And she hadn't given her any face at all!

But she didn't dare talk back, so she could only grit her teeth and throw another punch.

"Still wrong! Go over there and punch two hundred times with them!" Luo Xi said expressionlessly.

Ruan Xiaoxiao bit her lip, lowered her head, walked over to Wang Laowu, and raised her fist.

Finally, it was Zhou Che's turn.

Luo Xi's heartbeat inexplicably quickened.

She took a deep breath, suppressed the strange feeling in her heart, and tried to make her voice sound calm.

"Mr. Zhou, throw your punch."

Zhou Che nodded and walked to the target.

In fact, he had been watching the whole time while everyone else was training.

More accurately, he was using the Perceiver Sequence to break down every one of Luo Xi's movements.

The force of her feet pushing off the ground, the angle of her knee bend, the range of her waist and abdomen rotation, the timing of her shoulder thrust, the speed at which her fist tightened...

Every subtle detail was captured clearly by him.

The muscle memory that Luo Xi had carved into her bones after years of practicing Sanda.

Was clearly broken down by him using the Perceiver Sequence in just a few minutes.

Zhou Che set his stance, not using a shred of Transcendent power.

Relying purely on physical technique, he twisted his waist and abdomen violently.

"Whoosh." His fist carried a powerful gust of wind as it slammed fiercely into the center of the target.

"Bang!" A dull thud echoed.

Luo Xi only felt a massive force transmitted from the target.

It made her arm go numb, and she couldn't help but stumble back three or four steps before regaining her balance.

Looking at the target in her hand, the center was already deeply dented.

The surroundings went silent in an instant.

Everyone stopped what they were doing, staring at Zhou Che in dumbfounded amazement.

Luo Xi was even more shocked, unable to speak.

The target in her hand was a specially thickened one; even for her, to deliver this punch using pure physical strength, she would have to use all her might.

But what about Zhou Che?

He only came into contact with formal combat training for the first time yesterday. He could throw a punch like this after watching the demonstration once?

What kind of terrifying learning ability was this?

When she practiced the Left Hook back then, it took her three whole months to make it look decent.

Zhou Che only took one day?

An indescribable emotion sprouted rapidly in her heart. There was shock, admiration, and even more so, a sense of attraction.

This man was just too dazzling.

The other team members weren't that shocked. They were just stunned for a moment, then came to terms with it.

"Pfft, I thought it was something serious. Isn't it normal for Mr. Zhou to throw a punch like that?"

"Exactly, when has Mr. Zhou ever let us down?"

"He's a big shot who can take out an anomaly in one move; learning a Left Hook is just a piece of cake for him, right?"

"He's different from us small fries, no comparison, no comparison."

Everyone discussed it, feeling that all of this was a matter of course. Mr. Zhou was naturally supposed to be this strong. If Mr. Zhou couldn't throw that punch, that would be the strange thing.

Zhou Che retracted his fist and flexed his wrist. Seeing Luo Xi's stunned expression, he couldn't help but smile.

"Instructor Luo, is my punch qualified?"

Luo Xi snapped back to reality, her cheeks instantly turning bright red. She hurriedly lowered her head to hide her loss of composure.

"Qu-qualified. Very standard." Her voice was much quieter than usual, carrying a hint of imperceptible panic.

Zhou Che raised an eyebrow but didn't call her out. He turned and walked back into the ranks.

Luo Xi steadied herself, cleared her throat, and tried hard to recover her previous severity.

"What are you all looking at! Continue training!" "Whoever can hit half of Mr. Zhou's level, can rest early today!"

Everyone groaned, and could only throw their fists with more effort. But everyone's gaze would drift toward Zhou Che from time to time. Their eyes were full of admiration.

Luo Xi stood to the side, watching Zhou Che's back as he trained earnestly, her heartbeat still unable to stop accelerating. She secretly clenched her fists.

Xiaoxiao was right. Following such a man, there was no loss at all. That pathetic pride of hers had long since been shattered into pieces in the face of absolute strength and charm.

After a day of training, the open space in the camp was littered with people lying in disarray. A group of Transcendents who could usually carry a hundred catties of supplies and run ten miles were now as tired as grandsons.

Wang Laowu lay paralyzed on the ground, his arms swollen like steamed buns, not even having the strength to lift them to drink water. Shen Fei leaned against a wooden post, shaking his numb wrists, wailing non-stop.

Ruan Xiaoxiao had it the worst; having been punished by Luo Xi with two hundred Left Hooks, she was now limping even when walking.

Only Zhou Che, after flexing his wrists twice, wasn't out of breath and his heart rate remained steady, looking like nothing had happened. After all, he hadn't been punished with those hundreds of extra punches.

Coupled with the dual blessings of the Perceiver Sequence and the Boxer Sequence, learning these basic movements was simply a dimensionality reduction strike. Looking at his exhausted subordinates, Zhou Che shook his head.

Sure enough, having a Sequence wasn't enough; without solid basic skills, no amount of power could be unleashed.

Returning to the vehicle at night, Ruan Xiaoxiao didn't even take a shower; she flopped onto the bed and was snoring within three seconds. Luo Xi came to check the room, saw her sleeping soundly, shook her head helplessly, and covered her with a blanket.

Early the next morning, as soon as Zhou Che pushed open the door of the RV, a gust of cold wind blew in. He subconsciously shivered.

That wasn't right. It was July, the hottest time of the year. In previous years at this time, as soon as the sun came out in the morning, it would bake people, and even wearing short sleeves felt too hot.

Today, however, the wind blew, and there was actually a bit of bone-chilling cold. Zhou Che looked up at the sky; it was gray, and the sun was hiding behind the clouds, providing no warmth at all.

Inside the camp, many ordinary survivors had already put on thin jackets, walking with their necks hunched.

"Mr. Zhou, good morning." Captain Liu Ruyan walked over, holding a jacket, and handed it to Zhou Che.

"The temperature is not right today; it's too cold. You should put this on so you don't catch a cold." Although Transcendents wouldn't catch a cold just because of this temperature, Zhou Che took the jacket and put it on, nodding.

"It is indeed not right. Go and notify the heads of each department; we'll have a bonfire meeting tonight to discuss the temperature drop."

"Our The Convoy doesn't have much winter clothing. If the temperature continues to drop, the ordinary survivors won't be able to hold up." "Okay, I'll go now." Captain Liu Ruyan nodded in agreement and turned to notify the others.

Not long after, Luo Xi also walked over with a training schedule. She was also wearing a black jacket, her hair somewhat disheveled by the wind.

"Mr. Zhou, good morning." She stopped, looked at Zhou Che, and said, "The temperature has dropped significantly today. Should we move the training to the afternoon? Also, the intensity yesterday was indeed a bit high; we could appropriately let them relax."

"That's fine." Zhou Che nodded. "Let them loosen up their muscles in the morning and have formal training in the afternoon."

Luo Xi acknowledged, turned to leave, then turned back to urge him, "You should dress warmly too." After saying this, without waiting for Zhou Che's response, she walked away quickly. Her ears, however, were quietly turning red.