Wasteland Border Inspector

Chapter 175 All Four Forces in Place, Terrifying Values!
The next morning.

The alarm clock just went off.

Cheng Ye rolled over and got out of bed. Since he was no longer burdened by information-related skills, his sleep quality had improved dramatically, and he felt refreshed when he woke up.

After washing up, he picked up his bag and prepared to go downstairs. Just as he reached the door, he saw Wang Kang also come out with his bag.

"Why are you up so early today?" Cheng Ye stopped in his tracks, surprised.

"Brother Cheng, it's been over a week since I last went on duty. I can't keep being lazy like this."

Wang Kang scratched the back of his head and smiled somewhat embarrassedly.

These days, Cheng Ye is so busy at the Machinery Department that he doesn't have time to train him in martial arts.

He was quite happy for the first two days, sleeping until 10 a.m. every day.

After lunch, we went to the training ground to practice until 4 p.m., and then spent the rest of the time reading books in the survival library, as Cheng Ye had instructed.

Life was quite fulfilling, but as time went on, my routine inevitably became more regular.

Especially the time to get up, I unknowingly followed Cheng Ye's schedule and got up to six in the morning.

"That's perfect. I'm going to see Director Miao later, do you want to come along?"

"Go!" Wang Kang nodded in agreement without hesitation.

After going downstairs, Cheng Ye did not go directly to the Public Works Department, but instead led Wang Kang around to the parking lot at the back of the community.

When the six brand-new cars came into view, Wang Kang's eyes widened, and he subconsciously let out a gasp of amazement:
"This"

"I got these, what do you think, not bad, right?"

Cheng Ye opened the door of one of the transport trucks, gestured with his chin, and said, "Come on, I'll take you for a spin before we go."

"Good good!"

Wang Kang immediately jumped into the car with great excitement, his smile never fading.

Although he didn't know the value of a car in the buffer zone, nor how much it would cost to own one, the fact that it was rare in the buffer zone was enough to excite him.

The car started and headed towards the Public Works Department.

Wang Kang clung to the car window, peeking out every now and then, his eyes full of curiosity, like a child discovering a new continent.

"You've ridden in cars before, why are you so curious?" Cheng Ye couldn't help but tease him, seeing his expression.

"That's not the same! I used to ride the bus all the time, nothing is as comfortable as this."

Once the car was parked in the Public Works Department parking lot, Cheng Ye reversed and parked, then plugged in the charging cable to recharge the pendant.

While charging, the two of them took a walk around the open space to stretch their muscles and joints.

Cheng Ye casually took out his defense communication device and called Miao Yang to arrange a training session later.

Upon hearing that it was him coming, Miao Yang immediately agreed without hesitation, his tone full of anticipation.

"Brother Cheng, I heard on the evening news last night that the construction of the second batch of satellite cities is about to begin. Will you be included this time?" During a break in the event, Wang Kang suddenly remembered this and couldn't help but ask.

Upon hearing this, Cheng Ye shook his head slightly: "It's hard to say, it depends on the checkpoint's arrangements."

It's normal that he wasn't included in the first batch of assigned personnel, given the high pressure at the time; the checkpoints would definitely prioritize sending more experienced people.

But if he's not in the second batch, it means the higher-ups aren't optimistic about the plans for Dabo Town yet.

Although Cheng Ye wasn't in a rush to set up the caravan, the caravan's true development still depended on the industries of Dabo Town.

If Dabo Town remains inactive, the money earned in the end will probably be pitifully small.

"What, you want to come out with me?"

"That won't do. You didn't call on me at all during the assessment." Wang Kang scratched his head again, his tone a little embarrassed, but he quickly raised his face, his eyes full of pride. "But Director Miao said I have a lot of talent, and I estimate that I'll be able to forge my martial body in another half month!"

"Not bad, looks like you haven't been slacking off lately."

Cheng Ye nodded slightly.

In fact, back when the original owner and Wang Kang were still in the inner city, they could already sense that Wang Kang's physical talent was far superior to that of ordinary people.

Now that they've come out for systematic training, they certainly haven't disappointed.

It takes at least two months for an average person to develop a martial physique, while those with good talent can shorten it to about a month. By this calculation, Wang Kang's talent is only slightly inferior to those top-tier individuals.

At this rate, he'll probably be able to complete the training of the four powers and start practicing the tendon joints in less than a year.

Once the charge level had recovered to 56%, Cheng Ye unplugged the charging gun and drove to the training ground.

The back area is spacious, so parking a car is not a problem.

However, this inevitably surprised Miao Yang quite a bit.

"This feeling is actually a bit like the glamorous feeling of driving around in the early 2000s."

Cheng Ye thought to himself.

Although he was born in that era, he doesn't have many concrete memories of it, but now he has inexplicably found some of the flavor of the legend.

The three walked into the training ground laughing, with Miao Yang and Wang Kang doing most of the talking along the way.

They talked about the recent training progress one minute, and then about the Blood Dragon Legion's recruitment starting ahead of schedule the next.

"There are just too many people pouring in from outside. Recruiting new soldiers can also alleviate some of the resettlement pressure. I heard that this time we will probably select about 30,000 to 50,000 people for centralized training," Miao Yang said solemnly.

"So many?" Cheng Ye was somewhat surprised.

"That's right." Miao Yang sighed. "The situation this year is too special. The area that Happiness City needs to defend is at least ten times larger than in previous years. In just the last few days, there have been three waves of massive infections. If we wait until winter comes..."

He paused mid-sentence, a hint of worry in his eyes.

He never mentioned these things to Wang Kang, because even if Wang Kang knew, he couldn't help, and it would only add to Wang Kang's anxiety.

But when facing Cheng Ye, he couldn't help but want to express some of his inner fears, hoping to find some solace.

"Trendy level."

Cheng Ye nodded slightly, instantly understanding that the fierce battles that had been breaking out at night recently were actually the arrival of an infection wave.

As the second level of threat, an infection wave consists of at least a thousand infected individuals.

If these infected individuals are all infected with the same source of infection, they are easier to deal with.

The problem is that the infection wave is often mixed with various types of infected. Some are good at hard defense, some specialize in violent attacks, and there are special types that can ambush and release area effects.

With so many types mixed together, dealing with them is definitely more difficult than dealing with a Plague-level Stand, Starfish, which is on a higher scale.

"Director Miao, don't worry too much. We'll get through this eventually."

Cheng Ye paused for a moment, then offered words of comfort, “Even if Happiness City continues to maintain its current scale without further development, with the further deterioration of the external environment and the arrival of the next era of great expansion, it will inevitably encounter a winter like this sooner or later. Rather than letting the problems accumulate and worsen, it is better to face them sooner rather than later; that would be more prudent.”

"What you say makes sense."

Miao Yang felt a little relieved and forced a smile before changing the subject, "Speaking of which, Prosecutor Cheng's ability to control her temper has improved recently. I was worried that you were holding in that anger and it would make you feel uncomfortable, and that it would be terrible if it exploded and hurt you. But it seems that I was worrying for nothing."

He paused, then asked curiously, "Have you already inherited the Physical Limit Breaking School of Master Wuji?"

"No," Cheng Ye shook his head, answering truthfully.

Although Liu Bi had arranged for someone to deliver the martial arts videos left by Cheng Long, his talent for martial arts was not very good, and he could not understand much of the techniques just by relying on the videos.

Moreover, the so-called physical limit-breaking style is essentially a complete high-intensity training program.

By constantly increasing the amount of training, the body's endurance limits are forcibly pushed.

However, this school of thought is clearly not suitable for his current situation and goals. It is more suitable for those with mediocre talent but extremely strong will to use it to defy fate.

"Oh?"

Upon hearing this, Miao Yang stopped abruptly, his curiosity intensifying.

He raised his chin and pointed to the empty training ground. "Want to give it a try?"

"Right on my mind."

It's been more than half a month since I last came to this familiar place.

Cheng Ye tossed his bag to Wang Kang, took off his coat, and his muscles crackled and popped.

"Wow, you've got some skills! You've already cultivated your strength to the bone so quickly!"

When Miao Yang saw the crisp sound Cheng Ye made as he stretched his muscles, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he followed suit, sinking his waist and exerting force.

The sound of his muscles and bones resonating was comparable to Cheng Ye's, but it carried a more refined charm. After all, he was a veteran master who had opened twelve excellent-level meridians and had been nurturing his embryo for many years.

The two walked barefoot to the center of the training ground. Instead of fighting, they reached out and shook hands, using the force of their hands to feel each other's way of exerting force.

The moment Miao Yang's fingertips touched Cheng Ye's palm, his expression suddenly changed.

As if he had touched a lump of iron, Cheng Ye's muscles tensed, and an indescribable, savage force surged through his arm.

After a few tentative tugs, his lips twitched involuntarily; he was actually finding it difficult to withstand the force.

"My God, did you take some kind of veterinary drug?"

Miao Yang abruptly pulled his hand back, but his body instinctively took two steps back to regain his balance, his eyes filled with astonishment.

"How so?" Cheng Ye smiled, already aware of his own improvement.

When he made contact just now, he only used 70% of his strength, and he could already feel the stiffness coming from Miao Yang's arm.

In terms of strength alone, he now feels no less powerful than a master who has opened twelve excellent meridians.

If he were to exert his full strength, he might be able to reach the threshold of a top-tier master.

The power of numbers truly is amazing!
"Come again!"

Miao Yang's competitive spirit was aroused, his eyes narrowed, and his aura suddenly changed.

As his blood and qi surged, he directly entered the focused combat state of the Embryo Realm.

Cheng Ye didn't rush to equip himself with the Iron Body, but instead met the enemy as usual.

thump.

Miao Yang launched the first attack, his figure flashing like an arrow released from a bow, his fist aimed straight for the face with a whooshing sound.

His pupils contracted sharply as he clearly caught the trajectory of Cheng Ye's left shoulder slightly sinking – a prelude to a right punch!

Just as he expected, Cheng Ye didn't conceal his moves, unleashing a straight and even Bengquan (a type of punch). Miao Yang instinctively spun around and retreated, barely dodging the punch, only to see that before Cheng Ye's fist could retract, his left leg swept across like a heavy hammer, at a tricky angle, perfectly blocking his retreat route.

"Quick reaction!"

Miao Yang secretly praised him and crossed his arms to block.

However, the moment his shinbone collided with his arm, his expression changed drastically again.

A scalding torrent burst forth from his bones, the force of which was beyond what could be neutralized by simply "blocking" it; it felt more like being struck head-on by a battering ram, causing his arms to go numb and his body to involuntarily stagger back two steps.

this.
Miao Yang's heart was instantly filled with a storm of emotions.

I still remember the first time the two of them practiced here. Cheng Ye's punches and kicks were easily defended by him.

But today, even though we managed to defend against it, the result was completely different.

That brute force penetrated through the block, causing his blood and qi to surge.

"Director Miao, don't hold back! Defense isn't your strong suit."

Cheng Ye stood still and didn't pursue, jokingly saying with a smile.

"Crazy enough!"

Miao Yang was enraged. He stomped his toes on the ground and this time completely abandoned the probing, truly treating Cheng Ye as an opponent of equal strength.

His left arm deflected Cheng Ye's right fist like an iron whip, but his right fist struck Cheng Ye's face with even greater speed, the wind from the punch carrying a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air.

But halfway through the punch, Cheng Ye's left hand rose up like an iron clamp, firmly blocking his wrist.

The moment their arms crossed, Miao Yang felt a tremendous force coming from the other's arms, which made his blood and qi stagnate and his body uncontrollably drift back half a step.

He stomped his feet repeatedly, using the momentum of his retreat to spin around, and thrust his elbow like a cone towards Cheng Ye's ribs.

The so-called close-fitting short-sleeved attack.

Cheng Ye sidestepped the attack and blocked with his right arm.

The elbow and arm collided with a dull thud, like two boulders colliding.

Miao Yang's attack was completely unable to break through his defenses. As Cheng Ye pushed forward, he immediately lost his balance and could only retreat three steps to regain his footing.

He then strode forward and pounded Cheng Ye's chest with his fists at lightning speed, his fists flashing as he tried to find an opening with his fast attack.

"Sun-shaped punch?"

Cheng Ye neither dodged nor evaded, his arms also taking turns blocking like a windmill, his feet only slightly shifting back, seemingly passive, yet blocking all the attacks in front of him.

Just as Miao Yang finished his rapid punches and his strength began to wane, Cheng Ye suddenly raised his left leg and aimed his knee straight at Miao Yang's lower abdomen.

The movements remain simple and direct, but the timing is tricky.

Under the perception of the Embryo Realm, this action naturally could not escape Miao Yang's notice.

He instinctively pulled in his stomach and gathered his breath, then quickly blocked the knee strike with his left arm.

But this time, he made the same mistake as before, only blocking the movement but not the brute force.

boom.

The immense force exploded through his arm, causing Miao Yang to stagger back five steps. His back slammed heavily against the ropes of the ring, almost causing him to fall to the ground. He also felt a tightness in his chest and was having trouble breathing.

Wang Kang, standing by the ring, was dumbfounded. Although Miao Yang was on the offensive the whole time, his punches were hard and his attacks were relentless.

Cheng Ye looked like a punching bag, passively taking hits and only able to parry and counterattack haphazardly.

Strangely, with each collision, it was Miao Yang who was pushed back, and each time he was pushed back further and further, as if Cheng Ye had springs attached to his body, and would be bounced away with the slightest touch.

"Without using my ultimate move, I can no longer beat you."

Miao Yang leaned on the railing, catching his breath. When he looked up at Cheng Ye, the shock in his eyes was undisguised.

"Your strength, defense, speed, and reaction time."

"A special talent has been activated," Cheng Ye said casually, attributing everything to his talent.

Miao Yang was stunned for a moment, then a look of understanding flashed in his eyes, which then turned into undisguised envy.

Clearly, he had also come into contact with people with superpowers, and was well aware of the gap between ordinary people and those with superpowers.

He could never have imagined that Cheng Ye's so-called talent was not a superpower, but an extraordinary ability!

"No wonder," he murmured, his tone tinged with relief, but more so with admiration for such extraordinary talent.

"So, what is your true strength now?"

"Want to give it a try?" Cheng Ye glanced at the upper right corner of the panel; Miao Yang's cooperation rate had already soared to 81%.

Director Miao was honest; if he couldn't win, he would admit defeat directly without any hesitation.

"Never mind, never mind." Miao Yang quickly waved his hand, but his tone was full of regret. "These are turbulent times, and conscription is imminent. I don't want to get injured and delay things at this time."

He smacked his lips, savoring the feeling he had just experienced. "The power of your punch just now... has Tiger Force been mastered?"

"Yes."

Cheng Ye nodded.

After he fully mastered Tiger Force, his fist style gained an indomitable and fierce edge.

When practicing killing moves again, there will no longer be a feeling of "not having enough strength".

"I'm so envious," Miao Yang sighed, but before he could finish, Cheng Ye interrupted him.

"It's all thanks to Master Miao's excellent teaching," Cheng Ye said with a smile, cupping his hands in a sincere tone.

Master Miao?
Miao Yang was suddenly stunned, and the expression on his face froze.

But then, all the envy, regret, and indescribable emotions in his eyes transformed into a soft warmth and an unusually poignant sense of relief.

"Great! Prosecutor Cheng is so humble. He's bound to be a big shot who can establish a sect in our Happiness City, or even the entire Wasteland!"

He turned his head and looked at the several mottled old-era martial arts statues placed directly in front of the training ground, his eyes filled with nostalgia: "In the old era, resources were plentiful, everyone was like a dragon, and martial arts masters emerged one after another. Now that we have entered the new era, the environment is harsh and resources are scarce, and the new martial arts that have been passed down are also declining."

"I thought I would never see those glorious years again."

"Now that supplies are plentiful again, everything is indeed moving in a positive direction."

As he spoke, Cheng Ye's eyes flickered, and he suddenly noticed the upper right corner of the panel.

Miao Yang's cooperation rate soared from 81% to 100% in just a few words.

Can I search for Lv3 skills now?

But at this moment, Cheng Ye did not show his usual joy; instead, he smiled and cupped his hands in greeting.

“Master Miao, if that day ever comes, everyone will know that Prosecutor Cheng once studied martial arts with Master Miao Yang for a period of time.”

"Haha, Prosecutor Cheng, what are you saying? Whether it's you or Prosecutor Wang, if you want to learn, this old soldier will certainly pass on all his knowledge."

Miao Yang laughed heartily and couldn't help but step forward and pat Cheng Ye on the shoulder, "That's what my master told me back then."

He mimicked the tone, speaking in a condescending manner, "The future ultimately belongs to you young people."

In just one month, Cheng Ye had already caught up to a similar level as him.

From now on, it will simply be a matter of painstaking effort to cultivate the remaining four strengths and open the twelve meridians.

But given Cheng Ye's current momentum, when that day truly comes, perhaps only experts at the Unity of Heaven and Man realm will be able to truly spar with him.

"Xiao Kang, you can start training with Master Miao now."

Cheng Ye jumped off the stage and didn't mention the sparring match again.

He knew very well that with conscription imminent, Miao Yang would most likely be heading to the front lines in the wilderness again.

In such situations, even a minor injury could lead to unexpected problems when facing an infected individual.

If you really want to test the limits, it would be more appropriate to go to Jiang Chuan, a master of harmony between man and nature.

"Alright." Wang Kang was stunned for a moment, then nimbly climbed onto the arena.

But the defiant spirit of the past was long gone from his eyes, replaced by naked worship.

Taking this opportunity, Cheng Ye sat down beside the arena, his mind racing as he searched for Lv2 skills.

With 100% synergy, the success rate of Lv2 skills reaches 75%, and Eagle Power and Snake Power are easily obtained without any unexpected issues.

"Dragon, Tiger, Eagle, Snake, finally all four forces are complete."

Cheng Ye breathed a sigh of relief, unloaded the mobile shooting skill, freeing up two skill slots, and equipped the newly acquired Eagle Force and Snake Force.

really.

There was no shock as expected.

However, with just a slight sway of his body, he completely "swallowed" the benefits brought by the two forces.

There was no excruciating pain like muscles tearing apart, nor any chaotic turmoil of blood and qi surging; everything proceeded smoothly.

What surprised him even more was that the vitality boost from the Green Field Physique seemed to be actively powering his new skills.

The green totem on my chest felt slightly warm, and a gentle warmth spread through my veins, just enough to suppress the hunger that was about to surge up.

"That's convenient!"

Cheng Ye was overjoyed. He reached into his bag, pulled out a yellow bag of nutritional syrup, tore open the packaging, and poured it into his mouth.

After drinking 17 bags in a row, the heat in my body and the energy of the nutrient solution blended perfectly, and all the unusual phenomena completely disappeared.

He shook his head, stood up, and tried punching left and right, and kicking while spinning.

I felt as if all my muscles and tendons were noodles soaked in warm water, and when I exerted force, it was incredibly smooth, as if I were dancing, without the slightest stiffness or sluggishness.

Just as he was trying to figure out how long it would take to master the power of the eagle and the snake, the Defense Communication device suddenly started vibrating.

It's a big dragon.

Cheng Ye pressed the answer button, and Da Long's voice, filled with obvious surprise, immediately came through the receiver.

"Sir, prey number five has returned this morning. Shall we close the net?"

　P.S.: Two chapters and 1.1 words delivered. Thank you for your support, dear readers. Thank you to Dolphin on fire and Ning Caichen for the donations. Thank you!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)