After the darkness!

I didn't pay too much attention to the little incident that just happened.

After briefly testing his punches, Lin Yijue tugged at the buckle on his wristband, his knuckles cracking as he gripped it.

They began today's training with great enthusiasm.

As the sandbag swayed and left afterimages in the wind of his punches, his breathing became heavier than usual.

After achieving some proficiency in boxing, he no longer limited himself to simply practicing jabs, hooks, and uppercuts.

Instead, they began to consciously and actively combine boxing techniques with knee strikes, whip kicks, side kicks, and footwork to create their own fighting styles.

Like unraveling a jigsaw puzzle, the inch-force of the knee strike is embedded into the gap of the lead hand jab, and when the side kick is retracted, a step is taken to close the distance, and then the rear hand hook is used to block the opponent's counterattack route.

He occasionally uses the breathing method of the "Eighteen Forms" to strengthen his body.

The latter was originally created to encompass all kinds of complex movements with eighteen forms. When practicing the "eighteen forms" and achieving harmony between breathing and strength, it naturally means that all kinds of fighting methods have a foundation, and you can apply the Ming Jin (manifested strength) like a formula.

Lin Yijue can now perform the thirteenth move, "White Crane Spreads Wings," in one go from the "Eighteen Forms" to the "Eighteen Forms."

In terms of boxing techniques, it already encompasses most fighting styles.

Applying it to boxing is also a unique form of training.

The force flowed down his spine and into the boxing gloves, causing the sandbag to sway wildly, as if it were being held back by an invisible hand.

This indicates that his control over "rhythm" is improving.

Hu Chi.

Hu Chi.

His knuckles, encased in boxing gloves, slammed heavily onto the sandbag, but his thoughts drifted back to last night.

In the alley corner stained with the smell of blood and rust, the infected converter's muscles, as taut as steel cables, made a whistling sound when he pounced, faster than when he sprinted at full speed.

To be honest, if he hadn't been able to use the tools around him to fight one-on-one, hand-to-hand combat, would he really have been able to survive against that corrupted converter?

It's very difficult.

Looking at the four-dimensional attributes alone, it's something that an ordinary person like him, who isn't even a martial artist, could not possibly handle.

What should he do if he encounters a similar incident again?

Lin Yijue thought and pondered at the same time.

When faced with a feline enemy, all he can do when it pounces is dodge; he must never take the attack head-on!

Then, seize the opportunity to wear them down with jabs.

Thinking of this, the sandbag fell, and he dodged to the side. In the instant it passed in front of him, his left jab struck the front of the sandbag.

Occasionally, he would retaliate with kicks.

Before the sandbag could fly back, his right leg swept out with the force of his turn, hitting the middle of the sandbag.

"To truly launch a counterattack, we might need to gain control of the riding position."

Lin Yijue took a deep breath, slid forward, and knelt down. Suddenly, he grabbed another dummy sandbag in front of him and used the momentum of his forward movement to flip it over to the ground.

His knees ached from the friction of the floor, but he used the momentum to roll over and pin the sandbags beneath him.

With his left elbow braced against the upper part of the dummy, his right fist rained down on the "ribs"—each punch was timed to the rhythm of his breath: exhale for the first punch, inhale for the second, and exhale again for the third, the whole force flowing from his heel straight to the fist.

Double strikes can take effect from time to time.

"Smack!" The final punch made a rustling sound as it hit the dummy.

It took a full half minute.

Sweat dripped from his chin onto the floor. Only then did he lean on the sandbag, lift his head, and, while wiping away the sweat, glance at the mirror on the wall.

The person in the mirror had strikingly bright eyes, with bangs plastered to their forehead, and a dark "人" (person) character stained the back of their vest.

His pectoral muscles rose and fell with his breathing, and the veins on his arms rippled like earthworms.

His solo practice was just as effective as group practice.

Especially for those who have already mastered the basics of boxing.

After all, once you know the basic boxing routines, improving them simply means increasing your control over distance and rhythm.

With the added advantage of being a "talented boxer," he is indeed stronger than most people in this aspect.

"Did my proficiency increase by 1%?" Lin Yijue panted heavily as he looked at the note on the talent tree in his field of vision. Sweat slid down his brow bone and into his eyes, and he squinted.

The Cloud Rising Boxing Technique directly reached 77%, which is quite efficient.

Although it can't compare to last night's surge, this tangible progress, however small, still brings an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

Take a break, then continue practicing.

More than three hours later, as lunchtime approached, the number of people in the club dwindled.

Lin Yijue took a shower in the shower room, changed his clothes, and left as well.

The three-plus hours of training brought his boxing proficiency to 82%, a significant achievement.

The training intensity had almost reached the metabolic limit of his phagocytic organisms, meaning he had just entered the worm-eating stage.

However, perhaps due to the passage of time, he developed an adaptability and did not feel much pain, as if he had already gotten used to it.

This is a good thing.

Adaptation to pain is important in combat.

In a real battle, it's all about who's more ruthless and who can hold out until the end.

At least that's what Lin Yijue thought.

After leaving the club, he once again headed down the same old road that led him home.

He wanted to see what happened last night and how it would unfold, since several people had died at once last night.

He jogged to the main street of Hongpailou, turned two corners, and returned to the alleyway filled with garbage.

Today, however, the alleyway, which was originally filled with clutter on both sides, has been swept clean.

Not far away, two sanitation workers, wearing yellow coats and carrying brooms and water guns, were cleaning up.

The autumn wind blew withered leaves past the alley entrance.

Lin Yijue took a deep breath, looked away, and continued walking through the alley.

He arrived at the "Sweet Time" milk tea shop not far away.

This shop seems to have launched a new product, a yogurt smoothie similar to blueberry fruit, and business is booming. Not only are the small round tables at the entrance full of people, but there is also a long queue outside.

He glanced at it for a moment, then continued walking forward, finally arriving at the convenience store he had visited earlier.

There were no police tape or officers questioning people outside the convenience store as expected.

The only change is that the trash cans at the entrance have been replaced with new green bamboo shoot-shaped trash cans with three openings.

However, unlike in my previous life, there was no distinction between recyclable and non-recyclable waste.

"Nothing has changed? How is that possible?"

Lin Yijue was somewhat shocked.

At least three people died in one night, but it had no impact whatsoever?

No, that's not right, it's not that there's no impact.

Lin Yijue saw that in front of the convenience store, on a large screen TV in a small plaza, news was being played on a loop, and the host looked serious.

According to police reports, the vicious attack at the KTV resulted in three deaths and one injury. The suspect has not yet been identified and remains at large...

The scene shifts to inside the police cordon, where several workers in protective suits are moving evidence, and many police officers are coming and going.

A large crowd had gathered in front of the large screen in the square, with some people taking photos and videos with their phones, and discussions rising and falling.