One Man’s Power

"What the hell?"

Fang Nanxun suspected that he had heard wrong.

What an international joke.

Fang Nanxun was a little anxious about Dr. Sang's hesitation.

"etc."

Dr. Sang thought silently, frowning and shaking his head from time to time, gaining greater confidence in his inner guess.

Dr. Sang said: "Just comparing the real-time measurement data when we were in the room and when we were not in the room, Tang Hong seemed nervous but not."

"Nervousness is nervous contraction... For example, getting rich and getting married will cause deep or shallow tension... The most intuitive manifestation is that the heart rate increases, the blood pressure increases, and the blood flow slows down."

"And Tang Hong."

Speaking of this, he paused: "Smooth muscle contraction and other series of tension performances are absent. It seems that when someone is around, he is in a normal state. When alone, he enters an overclocking state. The data shows that what is going on in his body" Subtle changes that are the exact opposite of tense."

"It's incredible!"

"Can you understand!"

"No wound, no mutation. I really can't think of any other possibility other than being nervous. I have to write it down, the unknown type of tension." Dr. Sang took out a small notebook from his jacket pocket, and said while recording.

Fang Nanxun was dumbfounded: "I understand nervousness, what does it mean to enter the overclocking state?"

Dr. Sang shook his head: "That's just a metaphor."

Fang Nanxun asked again: "Does normal nervousness also make it impossible to enter?"

Dr. Sang pondered for a moment: "I don't know."

"The field of transcendence and holiness cannot be fully analyzed by current technology. For example, they do not conform to the law of conservation of matter, and the low-level kinetic energy without additional willpower is particularly weak against them."

"Something that cannot be explained by science does not mean that it does not exist, nor does it mean that it is not scientific."

"okay."

"You don't understand anyway."

"I'll leave first later. You have to show an optimistic and positive mood, and just find an excuse to let him practice boxing alone. Don't tell him about nervous problems. When Tang Hong becomes extraordinary, I will contact him alone."

Dr. Sang waved his hand, ignoring Fang Nanxun's bewildered expression, ran back to the room, observed the real-time data again, and his eyes lit up. He started recording.

Recorded.

He put away all the notes, nodded at Tang Hong with a smile, and left straight away.

Fang Nanxun shook hands with him at the door to thank him, and with a relaxed smile on his face, he watched Dr. Sang leave.

He threw a suit of clothes to Tang Hong: "In the future, if you have a chance, you must thank Dr. Sang. He has already found out the problem and is busy going back to the capital for a meeting... You have failed a few times, probably because you didn't wear standard training clothes." The reason is that jeans and sportswear will affect your strength... Put on this suit, and you will succeed if you practice again, I will go downstairs to smoke a cigarette."

"You practice yours."

"Do not bother me."

Watching Fang Nanxun leave in a hurry, it seemed like he had a cigarette addiction. Tang Hong was ecstatic all of a sudden, and finally found the reason, he was finally able to get started!

That's right.

He must trust experts and professionals, not to mention that Dr. Sang is a valuable talent of the Central Research Institute.

then……

Put on this suit... Although Tang Hong always felt that this suit exuded a strange smell.

Then try it, he slowly opened the shelf, and punched out in the air with his loose but clenched fist. Although he still had no confidence, his strong willpower made Tang Hong enter the state, and he had no distracting thoughts at this moment.

moment!

getting Started!

Whether it's a second or half a second, Tang Hong doesn't know, he just immerses himself in the ocean of joy of the extraordinary secret technique.

'Fang Nanxun is right. '

‘Once practiced, it is extremely easy, just like playing a game. '

‘Even I can feel the joy from my heart enveloping my whole being. '

Tang Hong, who got started in an instant, almost forgot the passage of time.

Anyway, he was very happy, very comfortable, and he was so comfortable that he didn't want to stop. The condensed willpower made him more and more concentrated, his force became more standard, and his posture became more casual.

After getting started, every extraordinary training method needs to be fine-tuned to suit itself to achieve the most suitable frequency before it can be considered completely stable:

It is a small achievement in boxing.

Recalling Fang Nanxun's demonstration, Tang Hong felt a force slowly gushing out of his body, converging on the surface of his fist and then circling back into his body. It was not tiring to practice, and it was refreshing.

He knows this is the entry.

He sensed the slight changes in the muscles of his body, and he couldn't help adjusting, so that his punches would be smoother, more enjoyable, and full of explosive power.

Or a minute or two, or a century or two as long.

When Tang Hong retracted his fist, he twisted his waist, and the explosive power rose from the soles of his feet to his waist and abdomen, poured into his shoulders, and pushed the punch out in the air. It was very slow at first, and then accelerated at the last moment.

Accelerated suddenly, and exploded with shock!

Snapped!

Tang Hong's punch made a slight crisp sound. Normal people can't hear it at all, but it does exist.

[Ding dong! 】

[Experience one person practicing boxing, one person is worth one more]

Seeing, hearing, and feeling the flickering emergence of that section of information flow, Tang Hong suddenly smiled, and his guess was right.

Extraordinary practice is the second long-term benefit.

Boom!

The door was knocked open, and Fang Nanxun's face with rounded eyes was full of shock: "Have you started?"

"No ah."

Tang Hong said slowly: "It's a small success."

"???"

Fang Nanxun was about to be disappointed when he heard the word "Xiao Cheng" like the loud sound of gongs and drums, which shocked him with astonishment.

Is it a small success in Piquan? It seems that it is the accumulation of these several failures.

The first nine failures were not in vain. It's about laying the foundation for the tenth time, accumulating experience, paving the way to the extreme, and succeeding in one fell swoop.

Failure is the mother of success.

Fang Nanxun was amazed.

When I thought about it, I felt a pity. I heard that today's six great geniuses can get started within three times at most, and they will succeed within seven times.

"Blame me."

"If Tang Hong had been allowed to practice boxing by himself earlier, he would probably have started two or three times. It is not clear how many times Tang Hong counted as a beginner."

Fang Nanxun didn't say anything, but smiled slightly, congratulating Tang Hong.

As for the issue of tension, he planned to wait for Tang Hong to graduate from the special training camp before telling him, so as not to become more nervous after knowing the inside story. But he was also worried that Tang Hong would enter the special training camp and a similar situation would occur.

Tang Hong's anxious voice about to set off interrupted his thoughts: "Withdraw, withdraw, the train is about to leave!"

"etc."

"how."

"Let's go after changing clothes..."

Fang Nanxun stood outside the door and waited, with a pensive look on his face.

Through the crack of the door.

Fang Nanxun clearly saw Tang Hong's reluctant expression. In fact, he took a set of hospital gowns at random, and sprinkled some disinfectant on purpose to avoid unhygienic conditions.

soon.

The two set off. Fang Nanxun had nothing to do during the day, so he gave Tang Hong a visit when he was free.

"You do not mind right?"

The car was surrounded by air conditioners, and Fang Nanxun shook his right hand holding the cigarette.

"It doesn't matter."

Tang Hong was closing his eyes and contemplating the boxing technique. He opened his eyes and nodded when he heard the words: "By the way, there was something I didn't have time to tell you the day before yesterday. Zhang Jing from the Tiansheng organization came to me, but I don't know what the purpose is."

Zhang Jing?

Fang Nanxun lit a cigarette and took a puff. He didn't know this person: "The headquarters of the Tiansheng organization is in Yunhai City. I have never heard of a transcendent named Zhang Jing."

Tang Hong described in detail how he and Fan Yu met Zhang Jing at the teahouse in the alley that day.

"oh?"

Fang Nanxun narrowed his eyes: "Puquan is my original creation. About a few years ago, when I was the instructor of the special training camp, I waived the fee and spread the training method widely. Zhang Jing may be the special training camp at that time. one of the members."

Huh.

He exhaled the smoke and formed a cloud of condensed smoke that did not disperse.

"Think about it again." Fang Nanxun asked thoughtfully, "That Zhang Jing is wearing black cloth strips on both wrists?"

Tang Hong recalled: "It was wrapped. As for whether there was a black cloth wrapped around it the day before yesterday... It was dark at the time, so I didn't pay attention and couldn't see clearly."

Fang Nanxun said indifferently: "It is estimated that he is using an extreme method of exhaustion method to try to become extraordinary."

"What do you mean?" Tang Hong's eyes lit up.

"Don't ask, don't be curious." Fang Nanxun said quietly, as if warning: "Don't imitate him in the future, if you are impatient, you still want to become an extraordinary person, it's a fool's dream."

"Anxious and timid, don't try to break the limit of will."

"In the past, there were people who tried to avoid danger, didn't participate in blocking the gods, and tried to become a superhuman by themselves."

Fang Nanxun suddenly fell silent.

The atmosphere in the car suddenly turned cold, and Tang Hong couldn't help shivering.

"And then they all died."

"To become an extraordinary person alone, I'm afraid even a genius can't do it."

Fang Nanxun held the cigarette, only the butts remained. He rubbed his hands a few times, as if he was familiar with it, and Tang Hong's eyes changed slightly.

He has seen a movie.

The protagonist in it is a murderer, so he uses this method to wipe off his fingerprints.

He sneaked a glance.

The two fingers are still as usual, and the fingerprints are clear.

Persecution paranoia really needs to be changed. Tang Hong lowered his eyes, and sat upright, watching the Yunhai train station getting closer and closer without squinting.

The car was parked on the side of the street directly opposite the entrance to the station. He pushed open the door and stepped out of the car with half a foot.

turn around.

Looking at Fang Nanxun: "I want to buy that house and that car."

"Yes. One hundred points." Fang Nanxun tugged on his seat belt, without turning sideways, as if talking to the air.

Tang Hong smiled: "Thank you. Get ready for the transfer procedures."

"It's good to have confidence."

Fang Nanxun happily watched Tang Hongyuan go, originally thinking that as long as Tang Hong could graduate, he would give those vulgar things to him.

It is different now, Tang Hong has confidence in his heart, he does not depend on others, and wanting to truly have all of these is good for his mood and willpower.

Sending more things is not a kind help, but an insult to Tang Hong.

"No problem with the third."

"You can fight for the second place." Fang Nanxun's face gradually became serious: "But the first place in the camp has already been reserved."

...

until four o'clock in the afternoon.

Finally arrived at the imperial capital.

"arrive."

Tang Hong opened his eyes suddenly, took off his earphones, put on his backpack, and found Fan Yu in casual clothes according to the website address Fan Yu sent him. She wears lipstick and light makeup. She has a graceful figure and a pair of slender white legs. She looks like a star and has a high rate of turning heads.

Good looks, good temperament, and fashionable clothes.

"Let's go."

Fan Yu smiled and came to Tang Hong's side.

She whispered in her ear: "There is a notice from the headquarters. It seems that this special training camp has been targeted by someone. Don't wander around in the hotel."

Tang Hong was slightly startled. "By someone? Or by..."

Fan Yu emphasized: "People are people."

Tang Hong fell silent for a moment, and followed Fan Yu to the hotel.

A certain hotel located in the outskirts of the imperial capital, neither remote nor lively, the entire top floor of the hotel was full of people who participated in this special training camp, there was no tit-for-tat confrontation, only friendly exchanges.

Some opened their doors and spoke a particularly recognizable dialect.

Someone was standing in the hallway, chatting casually.

There are all over the country, all over the world, like the hustle and bustle of the university.

Tang Hong walked into a big bed room silently with a light blue room card, took off his shoes and went to bed, and took a nap.

"Who was that just now? It looks familiar."

"We posted a photo in our group. It is Tang Hong from the sea of ​​clouds. It is said that three consultants are optimistic about him. He is listed as the fifth special training camp for the Yellow River, and he is the fifth seed student who is expected to become extraordinary."

"The fifth seed student?"

"Yes, one hundred people will be eliminated in the first three months of the special training camp. After another three months, another hundred people will be eliminated, and the last hundred people will be full members."

"The current number of official members, the five people are basically determined, which is equivalent to being shortlisted in advance. The instructors of the special training camp will also pay attention to it, and focus on training..."

Several people gathered together, leaning against the door, exchanging information they only knew.

gradually.

Night fell over the hotel.

After eating, everyone returned to their respective rooms, and it was already twenty one fifty.

Countdown to training camp: two hours.