Tomb raiding live stream: Starting as the mute Zhang

Just as dawn was breaking, commotion came from the backyard of the villa.

Zhang Qiling pushed open the glass door and walked out.

He was wearing that simple black training uniform, with the cuffs and trouser legs tucked in. He didn't go to the front yard, but walked directly to the open space in the middle of the lawn, stood still, and closed his eyes.

A few seconds later, he opened his eyes and began to move his hands and feet.

The movements were slow, like practicing Tai Chi, but each posture carried a calm and powerful feeling. Shoulders, elbows, wrists, knees, and ankles moved one joint at a time, with the joints making a slight "click" sound.

At that moment, a window on the second floor was opened.

Zhang Qiling leaned out and glanced down.

Then he climbed out the window.

He braced himself against the windowsill with one hand, flipped himself off the ground, and landed almost silently, leaving only two shallow footprints on the lawn.

He was also wearing the same black training uniform.

The two stood facing each other, about ten meters apart, without saying a word.

There was a strange silence in the air.

It wasn't awkwardness, nor was it a standoff; it was more like the quiet of two wild beasts checking each other's strength before a hunt. Their eyes met briefly in the morning mist before they looked away.

Zhang Qiling continued to move his body, this time at a faster pace.

He took half a step forward, raised his right hand in a half-clenching motion, as if holding a knife. Then, with a flick of his wrist, he thrust it forward—

There was no knife, but a very soft "hiss" sound came from the air.

That was the sound of a hand slicing through the air at such great speed.

"Zhang Qiling" is also moving.

He didn't make such detailed preparations. He just jumped twice in place, then suddenly rushed forward, ran seven or eight steps on the lawn, jumped up abruptly, did a somersault in mid-air, and landed in a different position.

His movements were clean and efficient, with a touch of wildness.

The levitating live-streaming ball had somehow floated up into the air above the backyard.

The fist-sized silver sphere gleamed metallically in the morning light. It automatically adjusted its angle, its lens aimed at the two people in the open space.

There were already quite a few early risers in the live stream room.

"So early?"

What are those two guys doing?

"Judging from this, they're going to spar?"

"I bet a bag of spicy strips that the guy wins."

"The person upstairs is talking nonsense. They're both guys, which one are you betting on?"

The "Zhang Qiling" event has ended.

He straightened up and looked at "Zhang Qiling".

Zhang Qiling also stood up straight and nodded.

No password, no signal.

The two moved at the same time the moment they nodded.

Zhang Qiling took three steps forward, and on the third step, he slammed his right foot against the ground, shooting out like an arrow.

His speed was so fast that he left a blur in the live broadcast. He covered the ten-meter distance in the blink of an eye and his right fist slammed straight into Zhang Qiling's face.

No fancy moves, no feints, just the simplest and most direct punch.

But the speed and power of this punch caused the air to emit a muffled boom.

Zhang Qiling did not dodge.

He took a half step back with his right foot, raised his left arm, and held his forearm horizontally in front of him to take the punch head-on.

"Bang!"

The sound of fists colliding was like two solid pieces of wood hitting each other.

Zhang Qiling's forearm muscles were visibly tense, but his feet remained motionless, except for his left foot sliding back half a step, plowing two shallow marks on the lawn.

As he caught the fist, his right hand had already moved—

With his five fingers joined together in a palm, he delivered a palm strike from bottom to top, aiming for Zhang Qiling's right ribs.

Zhang Qiling pressed down with his left arm and used his elbow to block the palm strike.

Then the two of them simultaneously withdrew their strength and each took a step back.

Round 1, a draw.

The live stream chat is filled with scrolling comments.

"That sound...it hurts just listening to it."

"Neither of them used their full strength, did they?"

"Definitely, it's just a friendly spar."

"At this speed, the camera can barely keep up."

After they separated, they did not go back together immediately.

Zhang Qiling shook his right hand. Although he hadn't used his full strength in that punch, he had still used about 50%. The fact that Zhang Qiling could withstand the punch without retreating showed that his strength had recovered during this time.

Zhang Qiling was also moving his left arm; his forearm was still a little numb from blocking that blow.

Two seconds later, the two faced off again.

This time, it was "Zhang Qiling" who made the first move.

Instead of charging straight ahead like Zhang Qiling, he drew a half-arc on the ground with his left foot, turned his body to the side, and spun around like a top to get closer.

As he drew near, he raised his right leg and delivered a high sweeping kick toward Zhang Qiling's head.

The leg wind was fierce.

Instead of taking the blow head-on, Zhang Qiling leaned back, simultaneously raising his right leg and using the instep to deflect Zhang Qiling's sweeping shin.

It's not about blocking, it's about deflecting the force.

Zhang Qiling's leg was deflected and missed its target.

But he reacted extremely quickly. The moment his right leg, which had missed its mark, landed, his left leg followed, delivering a knee strike to Zhang Qiling's abdomen.

Zhang Qiling pressed down with both hands, holding down the knee that was hitting him, and used the force to jump backward.

The two distanced themselves again.

Zhang Qiling didn't stop this time; as soon as he landed, he charged forward again, this time in a different way—

It wasn't with legs, it was with fists.

With alternating punches, a series of rapid blows rained down on "Zhang Qiling".

Each punch was accompanied by the sound of wind breaking through the air.

Zhang Qiling raised his hands, blocking or deflecting the incoming fists one by one.

His movements didn't seem fast, but he always managed to block the fists just before they hit him, with precision as if he had measured them with a ruler.

After taking seven or eight punches, he seized an opening, deflecting Zhang Qiling's right fist with his left hand while simultaneously extending his right hand, his five fingers forming a claw, and grabbing Zhang Qiling's left shoulder.

Zhang Qiling lowered his left shoulder to avoid the claw, and then took the opportunity to slam his right fist into Zhang Qiling's chest.

Instead of retreating, "Zhang Qiling" advanced, turned his body to the side, and took the punch with his left shoulder. At the same time, he raised his right foot and swept a low kick at "Zhang Qiling's" supporting foot.

"Zhang Qiling" jumped up to avoid it. While in the air, his right leg had already shot out, kicking towards "Zhang Qiling's" chest.

Zhang Qiling blocked with his left arm.

"Bang!"

The two parted ways again.

This time they retreated even further, each taking three or four steps back.

Zhang Qiling's left shoulder was numb from the punch. His right leg was also sore from the impact of the kick.

The two looked at each other and saw the seriousness in each other's eyes.

In the last few rounds, although I didn't use my full strength, I didn't hold back either. Every move was a genuine strike.

【Ding. 】

The system's voice rang in Zhang Qiling's mind, with a clear smile.

[Host, your sparring is more serious than a real fight. But that's fine, it's good to stretch your muscles and let me see your current level.]

Zhang Qiling ignored it.

He took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing, and then assumed the stance again.

This time, he took the initiative and launched an attack.

But instead of charging straight ahead, he used footwork—

Step forward with your left foot, follow with your right foot, and sway your body from side to side, your trajectory unpredictable.

This was the footwork he used to deal with fast-moving creatures in the tomb, and it worked just as well in this sparring match.

Zhang Qiling narrowed his eyes.

He could see how powerful the footwork was, so he didn't attack rashly. Instead, he spread his feet apart, lowered his center of gravity, and assumed a defensive stance.

When Zhang Qiling was three steps away from him, he suddenly changed direction—

It's not forward, it's to the left.

With a twist of his left foot on the ground, he fell to the left as if he had lost his balance, but in the instant he fell, his right leg swept out, aiming for Zhang Qiling's ankle.

Zhang Qiling jumped to avoid it, but his vision was obstructed while he was in the air.

As Zhang Qiling's right leg, which had missed its mark, landed on the ground, he simultaneously braced himself with his left hand on the ground, springing up like a spring. He then formed his right hand into a knife shape and stabbed towards Zhang Qiling's chest.

That change of tactics was too quick, and the angle was too tricky.

Zhang Qiling was unable to gain leverage in mid-air and was about to be stabbed—

But suddenly he exerted force from his waist and abdomen, twisting his body halfway in mid-air, and slapped down with his right hand, striking the hand blade that "Zhang Qiling" was thrusting at him.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound.

Using the force of that slap, "Zhang Qiling" spun around again, landing in a different direction and creating distance between himself and "Zhang Qiling".

He looked down at his right palm, which was red.

If he hadn't reacted quickly, he would have broken at least two ribs if he had been stabbed in the chest.

Zhang Qiling also shook his right hand. The force of Zhang Qiling's slap was not small, and the back of his hand was still a little numb.

The two looked at each other again.

This time, there was a smile in his eyes.

It wasn't mockery, but the kind of smile that comes from knowing you've met your match, tinged with a hint of excitement.

"Again?" Zhang Qiling asked.

Two words.

"Come here." Zhang Qiling nodded.

One word.

The two moved at the same time.

This time it's no longer a test, but a real confrontation.

Zhang Qiling used the movement techniques he used to deal with the zombies in the tomb—

Fast, unpredictable, and elusive.

He circled around "Zhang Qiling," sometimes in front, sometimes behind, his attacks becoming increasingly cunning.

Fists, palms, fingers, elbows, knees, legs—every part of the body became a weapon.

Zhang Qiling's approach to the situation was completely different.

He didn't move much, just stood in place, responding to all changes with unchanging principles.

No matter which direction Zhang Qiling attacks from, he can block or dodge at the last moment and then counterattack.

His counterattacks were more direct and violent, each punch and kick carrying the power to split mountains and shatter rocks.

The two were locked in a fierce battle on the lawn.

The sounds of fists and feet colliding were as frequent as firecrackers.

The chat room was flooded with comments.

"Holy crap, is this really a friendly spar?"

"That speed, that power, is it even human?"

"If these two guys went to fight in a ring, who would win?"

"Upstairs, those two are having a real showdown right now."

"I recorded it, that move was so cool!"

After about five minutes of fighting, the two separated again.

Both of them were sweating this time; their training clothes were soaked on the back, clinging to their bodies and outlining their strong muscle lines.

His breathing was a little rapid, but his eyes remained clear.

Zhang Qiling was hit on the left shoulder and now he can't lift it up very well.

Zhang Qiling was hit in the right leg and is walking with a limp.

But neither of them stopped.

Zhang Qiling made a gesture, indicating the final move.

Zhang Qiling nodded.

The two charged at each other at the same time.

This time there was no probing, no changing tactics, just a direct head-on confrontation.

Zhang Qiling threw a straight punch with his right fist.

Zhang Qiling exchanged right punches.

The two fists collided in mid-air.

"Bang!!!"

It was louder than ever before.

Their fists met, locked in a stalemate for a second, before they were simultaneously jolted backward.

Zhang Qiling took five steps back, his right fist trembling slightly.

Zhang Qiling took six steps back, his right fist and the back of his hand were already swollen.

The two steadied themselves and looked at each other.

Then, they both nodded.

A draw.

"I'm not fighting anymore," said Zhang Qiling, shaking his right hand.

"Hmm." Zhang Qiling also flexed his wrists.

The two walked to a bench by the lawn and sat down, each adjusting their breathing.

The live broadcast ball floated over, circled the two of them once, and then stopped in mid-air, with the camera pointed at them.

"Zhang Qiling" looked up at the live broadcast ball, said nothing, but picked up a towel from the chair and tossed one to "Zhang Qiling".

Zhang Qiling took it and wiped the sweat from his face.

At this point, the other people in the villa also got up one after another.

Wu Xie pushed open the back door, yawning as he walked out. He was taken aback when he saw the two sitting on the bench: "You guys... got up so early?"

"Sparring," said Zhang Qiling.

"To exchange ideas," Zhang Qiling added.

Wu Xie glanced at their soaked training clothes and then at the messy footprints on the lawn, and understood.

"Finished?" he asked.

"Mm." Zhang Qiling nodded.

Fatty Wang came out too, holding a steamed bun in his hand, and leaned over while munching on it: "Who won?"

"A draw," said Zhang Qiling.

"Impressive." Jiang Xun Gu's voice came from behind. He had appeared at some point and was leaning against the door frame. "That last punch you exchanged just now must have had at least 500 kilograms of force. Your physical abilities are beyond the realm of ordinary people."

"It's alright." Zhang Qiling stood up, stretched his shoulders, and felt much better after the blow.

Xie Yuchen and Huo Xiuxiu also came out, with A Ning carrying a tray with several glasses of water on it.

"Have some water." Aning handed her the water.

"Thank you." Zhang Qiling took the cup and drank most of it in one gulp.

Zhang Qiling also took a cup and slowly drank it.

The sun had risen fully, and its rays shone on the lawn, making the dewdrops on the blades of grass sparkle.

The morning breeze carries the scent of grass and earth.

In the live stream, the chat became warm and friendly.

"This scene is one of tranquility and peace."

"We drank water together after a fight, and it felt strangely harmonious."

"The team atmosphere is really great."

"So this is what these two guys are like in private."

"I suddenly feel so at ease."

【Ding. 】

The system's voice sounded again.

[Host, headquarters rated your sparring session as excellent. Your strength, speed, skill, and adaptability were all displayed perfectly. While your role-playing accuracy didn't increase, your compatibility improved by 1%, now reaching 92%.]

Zhang Qiling didn't respond, but just took another sip of water.

"Furthermore," the system continued, "your brother's strength has indeed recovered quite well. That last punch he threw used at least 70% of his power. You used 70% too. For two people to clash at 70% power and still manage a draw shows that your growth is synchronized. Not bad, not bad."

"Growth?" Zhang Qiling asked in his heart.

This was the first time he had proactively responded to the system.

"[That's right.]" The system's voice was tinged with amusement. "[You think restoring combat power is all there is? No, there's also combat experience, body coordination, instinctive reactions... all of these are accumulated through countless real battles and sparring sessions. Host, with your current level, you two would be a match for ten thousand men in ancient times. In modern times...]"

It paused.

Even in modern times, this would be considered monstrous.

Zhang Qiling didn't say anything more.

He put down his water glass and looked up at the distant sky.

The sky was blue, the clouds were white; it was a beautiful day.

"What are we doing today?" Wu Xie asked.

"Rest," Xie Yuchen said. "I just got back, take a few days off. Besides..."

He looked at "Zhang Qiling" and "Zhang Qiling".

"Your sparring match just now was exciting, but it must have taken a toll on you. Rest and recover at home today, we'll talk about other things tomorrow."

Zhang Qiling nodded.

Zhang Qiling nodded as well.

"Okay, I'll go make breakfast." Ah Ning turned and went back into the house.

"I'll help you." Huo Xiuxiu followed.

Fatty Wang sidled up to "Zhang Qiling" and whispered, "Brother, did you really use your full strength for that last punch?"

"Seventy percent," Zhang Qiling said.

"And what about him?" Fatty Wang looked at "Zhang Qiling".

"Seventy percent," said Zhang Qiling.

Fatty Wang clicked his tongue: "That's about 70% of the noise... If you two went all out against each other, wouldn't you tear the villa down?"

"Yes." Zhang Qiling nodded seriously.

Fatty Wang: "..."

Jiang Xun Gu laughed: "Don't worry, they know their limits. When they really use their full strength, they'll fight tooth and nail. But in casual sparring, they won't."

"That's good." Fatty Wang breathed a sigh of relief.

The group returned to the house, some washing up and others changing clothes.

When I came out again, breakfast was already prepared.

Porridge, steamed buns, pickled vegetables, and fried eggs—it's a simple yet hearty meal.

Everyone sat around the dining table, eating and chatting.

"What are the plans for the next few days?" Xie Yuchen asked.

"Take a break," Zhang Qiling said.

"Study the map," Xie Yuchen added. "We need to organize the things we brought back from the southwest, as well as the clues we got from other tombs, and see where to go next."

"Are we going again?" Wu Xie asked.

"Mm." Zhang Qiling nodded.

"We must go," said Zhang Qiling.

Both of them spoke with certainty.

Wu Xie understood.

The secrets of those "gap doors," "bronze doors," and "immortality" have not yet been solved. And judging from the current situation, not only have they not been solved, but they are digging deeper and deeper.

but……

He glanced at the people around the table.

With these people around, it seems like there's nothing to be afraid of.

After breakfast, everyone went their separate ways.

Zhang Qiling returned to his room, sat cross-legged on the bed, and began to regulate his breathing. Although he wasn't injured in the sparring match, he had expended a lot of energy and needed to recover as soon as possible.

Zhang Qiling also returned to his room and did the same thing.

The live-streaming ball floated slowly around the villa, occasionally filming this and occasionally that.

The number of viewers in the live stream gradually increased.

"Everyday Looks"

"I like this atmosphere."

What are those two guys doing?

"They're probably recovering their strength."

"That fight was really exciting!"

Looking forward to the next adventure!

Sunlight streamed in through the window, spilling onto the floor, making it feel warm and cozy.

The villa was quiet, with only the occasional sound of turning pages, pouring water, and cars on the road in the distance.

Everything was peaceful.

But everyone knows that this calm is only temporary.