OBS Chapter 13 Training Ground
Chapter 13 Training Ground
He had already used his words to sow discord between the magistrate of Gaoyang County and Lord Longqi, and he still had over two hundred Sinful Cloud Ink left to use.
He was pondering what to do next.
After the eye drops were applied, it was clear that we couldn't continue killing. We needed to observe the effects and understand how the county government and the imperial guards were handling the situation so we could take appropriate action.
Fu Que did not doubt that the Dragon Riders could find him, but with the camouflage left by the original owner and the fact that he had voluntarily relinquished his identity as a painter, as long as he did not use any extraordinary abilities, the other party would not suspect him.
If the other party wants to use supernatural powers to investigate him, Tiger Rider is not someone to be trifled with without evidence.
Fu Que's original body was able to live a life of ease and comfort in the reserve Tiger Cavalry because of Hu Liangyu's influence and the way he managed things. On the other hand, Fu Que was a descendant of loyal officials, and his father died in the line of duty.
It's true that people cool off after they leave, but it shouldn't be that cold.
Then it's time to improve one's status within the Tiger Cavalry. It's impossible for Fu Que to continue loafing around in the reserve Tiger Cavalry. The main way for a Painter to improve is to collect Sinful Cloud Ink.
However, we cannot rashly reveal our strength.
He needs to proceed systematically and demonstrate his abilities gradually. There's still some time before the martial arts examination, so there's no need to rush.
In just two months, he went from someone who hadn't even broken through a bone barrier to someone who could kill a martial artist with a blood barrier. Even a fool would know something was wrong.
In the extraordinary world, anything is possible, but what if you're not careful and get targeted?
Then they were served by the interrogators of Amatas.
A smooth little combo, and he'd probably be dead before he even got to the prison.
When the time comes, the exposure of the alternate painter's abilities will be secondary; the most dangerous thing is the memory of his past life in his mind.
A visitor from another world—wouldn't the entire Great Zhao come to serve him? That would be an incredible blessing. Let's fast forward to Evangelion in another world.
"No, bro, I think you might be being mind-manipulated, damn it."
Liu Yu practiced his stance training with a seemingly professional air circulation technique and struck up a conversation with Fu Que.
This guy seems like a completely different person not long ago. He's turned over a new leaf, stopped drinking and partying, and went straight home after leaving the den of thieves. He even spends time in the den of thieves' mission hall looking at case files. Is that reasonable?
Is this still the Fu Que, Master Fu, that I know?
"What mind manipulation?"
Fu Que outwardly remained calm as he practiced his stance and internal energy cultivation, but inwardly his pupils dilated in shock. He had just casually wondered if there really was someone here who knew Amadeus?!
"I heard it from the instructors. They said that there are martial artists in Longtan in the prefectural city who specialize in cultivating spiritual powers."
Those martial artists who violated the law and were arrested were thrown into the imperial prison after their Qi Sea was sealed, where they were interrogated by martial artists who had cultivated divine sense abilities.
Liu Yu said mysteriously, "I heard the interrogation methods are really weird. Even though the prisoner has no physical wounds, they seem to have suffered great mental trauma. Afterwards, they obediently confess and do whatever they're told. They're so well-behaved!"
He was about the same age as Fu Que, and his background was also similar. He had short hair, wasn't particularly handsome, but not bad-looking either, and had a standard build.
The original owner of this body used to be involved with him.
"Have you recently developed any unusual hobbies?"
Fu Que had some doubts.
Judging from his description, it didn't sound like interrogating a criminal; it sounded more like something that people with unusual fetishes from a past life would do.
"I've only heard about it, but honestly, are you really going to turn over a new leaf and learn martial arts? To be honest with you, you're already twenty-two years old. Even if you work hard, it will be very difficult for you to open your Qi Sea and become a true martial artist in this lifetime."
Unless you're incredibly lucky and eat some rare and precious herb that cleanses your body and marrow, forget about it.
Liu Yu tries to bring his only brother back on track.
Without Fu Que by my side these past few days, I, who was second to last, have become last, and all the criticism is now focused on him.
Sorry, but you're the one I'm mocking.
"That's right. In my dream, the God of War helped me and took me as his disciple. He was framed by a villain and his physical body was destroyed. Only his divine consciousness remained in my mind. He helped me cleanse my marrow and treated me to a big meal. He also told me about my revenge plan."
Fu Que was very serious.
Liu Yu was completely speechless. What kind of idiotic lines were these from a third-rate storybook? Which scholar wrote them? They've seriously poisoned my brother's mind!
Just now.
The complete standing and breathing training was finished. Seeing that the other trainees had finished their stances, Fu Que and Liu Yu also pretended to finish their stances as well.
On the training ground, the prospective Tiger Riders lined up in several rows, their eyes fixed on the instructors of the Imperial Guards in front of them.
"Martial arts are based on stance training and physical conditioning. Techniques are the weapons, and strength is the edge. Now that stance training is complete, it's time to exchange techniques."
The instructor's gaze swept coldly over the prospective tiger riders in front of him.
Every reserve Tiger Rider who was swept over by him felt as if it were not a gaze, but an invisible knife scraping against their skin, and they dared not make eye contact with him.
Especially Liu Yu, who was standing at the very back, stared intently at the sand beneath his feet, as if it were a priceless treasure.
"Has anyone volunteered?"
The Imperial Guard instructor asked calmly.
The field fell silent for a moment.
If any other teacher asked this question today, some of these energetic fifteen or sixteen-year-old teenagers might volunteer, but if it's Master Sun Shun, then no one would want to risk their life.
This guy was demonstrating his moves and sparring, and it was a real fight. Although he certainly wouldn't get hurt, he would definitely suffer some physical pain.
After about half a minute, Sun Shun nodded: "Since no one has volunteered, I will call on someone."
Upon hearing this, the other reserve Tiger Cavalry did not show any obvious change in expression, but Liu Yu, who was next to Fu Que, quickly looked bitter.
Sun Shun had a penchant for being a teacher, and his way of doing so was to take responsibility for every Tiger Rider he trained, regardless of whether they were good or bad.
The other two relatives were absent today, and Fu Que had been used as a teaching example, so Liu Yu was the only option left.
As expected, after confirming that no one volunteered, Sun Shun spoke up: "Liu..."
"I'll do it, Instructor Sun."
Before Sun Shun could finish speaking, Fu Que raised his hand first. Facing the surprised gazes of the others, he calmly repeated, "I'll do it."
"You're a true brother. I'll treat you to a big meal after my break."
Liu Yu whispered to Fu Que, who had stepped out of the queue.
"You said it yourself."
Fu Que nodded almost imperceptibly, then stepped out of the queue and came to Sun Shun.
"I'm glad you volunteered, but I hope you're not doing this out of so-called brotherhood."
Sun Shun said that he obviously knew that Fu Que and Liu Yu had a good relationship. After all, only those who share the same interests are more likely to become friends.
"What did the instructor say?"
Fu Que fine-tuned the output status of the Scroll Blade Master, trying to keep his status at the level of just breaking through the bone barrier.
"Because if you're only becoming Liu Yu's role model out of so-called brotherhood, then I guarantee you'll regret this decision."
Sun Shun revealed a strange smile.