The public common training room.
Tea Pig casually tossed the standard alloy spear in his hand to a nearby security guard, then extended a hand and pulled up Zhao Qingfeng, who was lying on the ground.
At this moment, Zhao Qingfeng looked at Tea Pig with a gaze filled with apprehension.
Thirteen minutes. That was the time he had managed to hold out against the other party. Neither of them had used any special abilities; it was a pure exchange of martial arts and strength.
He was at least ten years younger than the other party, so his strength was greater in their confrontation. However, in terms of skill, fundamentals, and reaction, he hadn't gained any advantage at all. The other party's understanding of spear techniques had likely long surpassed the master level.
The basic spear stances included thrusting, piercing, slashing, striking, coiling, circling, blocking, grasping, pouncing, pointing, parrying, and flourishes. Because his special ability, the Silver Spear, was a very offensive weapon, his spear techniques were inherited from the "Fierce Spear Technique" of the northern regions, an offensive style that focused on thrusting, piercing, pointing, and parrying, characterized by high speed and wide killing range.
He had initially thought that with the other party's rather bulky physique, their spear techniques would primarily focus on defense and entanglement. However, the speed and reaction power displayed by the other party during the fight made Zhao Qingfeng briefly believe they had used special abilities.
Finally, the other party used the same spear technique, the "Long Moon Sweeping Snow," to knock Zhao Qingfeng to the ground.
"Your stance is unstable; your thrusts are hesitant; your pursuit isn't fast enough," Tea Pig said with a smile, taking a sip of wine as he commented. "A true martial artist must possess absolute confidence and a desire to win during combat. Your hesitation, your indecision, caused you to lose the initiative for offense and opportunities for counter-attack."
"Alright, alright, I'm not very satisfied with your strength! You need to become stronger by the next time you see me." As he spoke, Tea Pig took out a letter from his怀 and handed it to Zhao Qingfeng, saying, "Now, there's only one more thing. I need to ask you about someone."
"Please, Senior."
"Mochuan. Do you know this person?" Tea Pig asked with a smile. "This old man wants to know his current location and address."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Qingfeng instinctively became alert. However, realizing that the other party likely had no intention of harming Mochuan, he first probed cautiously, "What business do you have with him, Senior?"
"Nothing much... I just heard from that old fellow Xin Lei that this kid is quite interesting, so I plan to observe him." Tea Pig picked at his ear, sounding a little impatient. "General Zhao, I'm a rough person. Don't worry about me playing any tricks. Just tell me."
...
"Hello? Yes?" Qin Fang answered the phone.
"Fangfang, where are you now? I called your unit, and they said you were out."
"Oh, I'm at Qingzhou Army Hospital visiting my nephew and niece. What is it?"
"Nothing... I'm busy right now. Can you make dinner for Ruirui?"
"Okay..." Qin Fang hung up the phone, pinched her brow, and then suddenly seemed to remember something. She asked Mochuan, "Mochuan, are you coming home tonight?!"
"No... it's too far..."
"Then come to my place for dinner tonight and meet your cousin and cousin-in-law." Qin Fang patted Mochuan's shoulder and said, "No objections allowed. Don't worry, my place is only a few hundred meters away, about a ten-minute electric bike ride."
"Alright..." Mochuan scratched his head, glanced at Mo Fei, who was still sleeping soundly, and sighed softly.
...
At three in the afternoon, after seeing his aunt off, Mochuan decided to find a place to eat.
Qingzhou Army Hospital was located north of Jibei City. Mochuan hadn't been here much and wandered around for a long time before finding a noodle restaurant.
"Boss, one bowl of beef noodles."
Mochuan sat at a small table by the street, using his phone to jot down the training he needed to do.
First, he needed to continue refining spiritual energy. This was the foundation, the part of the cheat system that yielded relatively low benefits, and it could only be cultivated through personal practice. He would continue to use the "Great Freedom Meditation" scripture.
Next was physical training, including strength and combat technique training. This was something even the cheat system might not be able to provide, so for now, he could only practice it himself.
Then came combat experience and forensic knowledge. Mochuan had now come to understand that he didn't want to achieve great things; he just wanted to protect the people around him. Therefore, he planned to stay in the Ability Management Bureau for his entire life, perhaps becoming a high-ranking official, or being directly transferred to work as a police officer.
This was also the career path for many support-oriented professions.
Suddenly, a disheveled, unkempt old man interrupted Mochuan's thoughts.
He glanced at Mochuan and, without asking for his consent, directly called out, "Boss, one bowl of beef noodles!"
Mochuan ignored him and continued to ponder.
A moment later, the boss placed a bowl of beef noodles in front of Mochuan. Just as Mochuan put down his phone and was about to pick up his chopsticks, the old man snatched the noodle bowl and, without seeming to mind the heat, began to eat ravenously.
"He must be starving... Never mind, I'll wait for another bowl." Mochuan then held his chopsticks and silently watched the passersby on the street.
A few minutes later, the boss brought another bowl. He glanced at the old man, who was still engrossed in eating noodles, with surprise and then served the noodles to Mochuan.
Just as Mochuan was about to pick up his chopsticks, the old man again pulled the noodle bowl over, combining the two bowls into one and eating voraciously.
This...
Mochuan looked at the old man with a helpless expression, wondering how long it had been since this elderly gentleman had eaten. He then said, "Boss, two more bowls of beef noodles, please."
The boss, who had already witnessed the situation at Mochuan's table, did not leave immediately after cooking the noodles. Instead, he blocked the old man's hand as it reached for Mochuan's bowl for the third time.
"Elderly sir, this young man hasn't eaten either. This is a bit unreasonable, isn't it? If you want to eat, you can order your own."
Mochuan, however, smiled at the boss and said, "Boss, thank you for your concern. The elderly gentleman might be hungry. Let him eat. I'll pay for his noodles." He then pushed the bowl of beef noodles in front of him to the old man, saying, "Elderly sir, eat slowly. If you need more, just ask."
The boss was stunned by this. He looked at Mochuan with a complex expression and muttered as he turned away, "It's been a long time since I've seen someone like this. There are still good people in society..."
Mochuan paid no attention to the boss's reaction. After taking a few bites of noodles, he said, "Elderly sir, eat slowly. Do you want more? I'll order for you."
The old man looked up at Mochuan, seemingly incredulous. However, he quickly finished the three bowls of noodles and then, drinking a small amount of wine, observed Mochuan.
Before long, a few young men from society arrived and passed by Mochuan's table. The old man happened to stand up, and the rope of his wine pot, with a bottle of vinegar attached, swung out and spilled onto one of the young men.
"Old man! Don't you have eyes?!" he exclaimed, raising his fist to strike the old man.