Chapter 75

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Chen Yi spent more of his time in the Saint Qiao Kingdom.

The Holy Knight did not understand scientific principles, but he had inherited tens of thousands of years of war arts, and at this moment he unleashed them eagerly; the effect was so outstanding it completely exceeded everyone's expectations.

In fact, this had no small connection to Chen Yi's comings and goings via the Magic Subway.

The Saint Qiao Kingdom's training largely took honing the will and tormenting the physique as its primary methods, much like what ascetics do. Therefore, the longer a single training session lasted, the better the effect.

However, limited by the body's adaptability, for ordinary knights, Level 2 Tearful Divine Oil was the highest-grade auxiliary product that could be applied. Therefore, every two days, 48 hours, training continuously for 30 hours was the most efficient method, and also the limit of training.

Although Chen Yi also trained for 30 hours each time, because he returned to Earth to rest, he did not rest continuously for 18 hours after training ended like the others. He often had only about 14 hours of rest time. This invisibly increased the training effect.

This time difference brought by the subway was just like taking a plane from south to north, or north to south, bringing an increase or decrease in time — it did not compress or expand time. But due to the constant replenishment of Energy Recovery Potions, Chen Yi did not feel drowsy like the other children undergoing the same training.

Such a change could only be understood by the Kingdom Knights as the Master's special nature. The Mages, on the other hand, believed more in the content described in the notes of their predecessors — the Master's omnipotence is not manifested in martial force or magical power, which is why we exist; the Master's interests are often elusive, so we must treat him with utmost caution...

Another half month passed.

Chen Yi, as usual, carried a huge chest to the subway station.

The difference was that today he brought two full large chests and a backpack.

There were only a few days left until Jiang University's start date, and Xinbiyou's "Lightning Trading" software had also undergone final testing; wanting to come train every day was obviously impossible now.

Despite this, Chen Yi was still very satisfied.

He had steadily reached the level of Body Technique Level 8, only a step away from the Level 9 peak. He only needed to sense the existence of the Magic Net to break through smoothly.

Judging by modern athletic standards, his 100-meter speed could break into 10 seconds, and he could bench press 100 kilograms for 25 reps — this data was quite terrifying, comparable to NFL rookies' results, and moreover he was faster and lighter.

In other words, Chen Yi had already reached the level of a professional American football player; if he were willing, a slight weight gain and entering the NFL Draft would certainly succeed.

And from the perspective of known human physical conditions on Earth, the NFL is the sport of the physically strongest. Especially in strength and explosive power, this is more or less the best record.

Of course, compared to those muscle mountains of three or four hundred pounds, Chen Yi still appeared slightly weak. But with the breakthrough of Body Technique, a massive improvement could be anticipated.

Two chests crashed heavily onto the ground.

The Mages, treating them as treasures, placed them on the ground and immediately used Classification Technique to appraise them.

Timothy waited at the side, looking on expectantly.

Recently, the quantity of High-Grade Scroll Paper they had obtained had become more and more, already reaching the point of being able to influence the battlefield situation.

Right now, the Saint Qiao Kingdom, brewing its first counterattack, was precisely the time when replenishment was most needed.

Just as everyone was rejoicing, Chen Yi suddenly said: "Holy Knight Grendel, for the next period of time I may be rather busy, so I can only come irregularly."

Timothy was startled, not daring to say anything, only to hear Grendel respectfully say: "I will make some adjustments to the training based on the frequency of your training."

"That would be best." Chen Yi smiled. The eight-foot-tall Holy Knight looked like a black bear, but his intelligence was considerably high; with just two simple sentences he could see things clearly and handle them steadily.

Timothy could not persuade him otherwise, and could only say: "Master, all of us in the Saint Qiao Kingdom are willing to go through fire and water for you, without hesitation."

The last sentence, however, was the Crystal Screen's exquisite translation.

Chen Yi praised him a couple of times in a seemingly approving manner, stretched his arms twice, and smiled: "Let's not waste time, let's begin right now."

"Yes." Grendel finished speaking, then asked: "Master, did you sense the existence of the Magic Net yesterday?"

"No." Chen Yi shrugged.

"The Magic Net is elusive; why don't we practice some simple combat techniques first? It also helps with perceiving the Magic Net."

In the martial arts of the Magic Continent, Body Technique is the lowest, the best way to temper the body; Combat Technique is second, the best skill for battle; Divine Art is third, encompassing the knights' understanding of the world's origin.

Knights who can master Divine Art are called Holy Knights. They are also usually associated with the Yellow Jade Dragon Hall, standing alongside the native Mage Towers as the highest martial power.

As a young man, Chen Yi was naturally keenly interested in combat techniques, but hindered by his identity as a Master, he did not demand to rush growth.

He immediately nodded and said: "What kind of combat technique?"

"How about Knight Foot Combat Technique? It requires your unyielding will, a strong body, and precise attacks." Grendel finished speaking, placed his feet front and back in a combat stance, held his right hand level, and began to run.

His heavy body, carrying enormous kinetic energy, instantly rushed to the front.

Just as his speed reached its fastest, Grendel suddenly let out a loud shout "Ha!", his hand striking out in a feint.

The entire movement flowed like clouds and water, giving a powerful visual impact. Chen Yi felt that even a real horse would probably find it hard to achieve such imposing momentum.

"Master, please practice the arm-level-holding movement first." Grendel, who had just run several hundred meters, appeared like a ghost — a black bear trying to play a scary ghost is truly a challenge to the ghost world.

Chen Yi, long accustomed to tedious exercise, extended his arms without a second thought.

To reap great joy, one must first make great sacrifice.

Grendel nodded in satisfaction. The choice of which technique to begin combat technique practice was not a sudden impulsive conclusion of his, but something envisioned from the very beginning of his service to the Master.

A full 100 noble youths, from the start, had been individually attempting this aspect — their purpose not merely to improve training effect, but also placing great emphasis on interest and preference.

No world is truly backward; with sufficient driving force, what the teachers of Saint Qiao do is not too different from advanced capitalist civilization.

Count Lanling sparred alongside, half enviously.

The small techniques he invented had gradually been integrated into Grendel's unified training. His work had thus gradually become auxiliary in nature.

But this still made Lanling exceptionally happy; to receive a Holy Knight's teaching and training was simply the happiest thing on the entire continent.

If he had had even a sliver of opportunity back then, how could he have wasted time in attempts to simulate Pocket Qi — inviting a Holy Knight to teach is not considered an opportunity. That is something ordinary nobles cannot even obtain.

Grendel suddenly roared: "Lanling, speed up."

The Count Adult didn't even turn his head, and scrambled up as if his buttocks were on fire.

The Holy Knight would never show any disrespect to the Master, but just like eunuchs and civil officials serving the Emperor, there are always some methods that can play a supervisory role — for example, killing the chicken to warn the monkey, killing the monkey, killing the entertainers, killing the eunuchs, killing the ministers — killing away all dissatisfaction, naturally cultivates a flawless Emperor.

Lanling did not want to become the example.

Chen Yi smiled faintly, his slightly weary outstretched hands once again filled with strength.

He didn't want to be looked down upon by others.

As a scion of an aristocratic family, he should stand at the pinnacle of the world.

Sunday.

After meeting with Chen Yi, White confidently handed over the CD, then said uneasily: "Mr. Chen, this program was designed according to your requirement of a supercomputer with 5 trillion operations of computing power. The simulator tests have passed, but if your equipment cannot reach this speed, the effect will be discounted."

To explain the word "discount," he had repeated several different words.

Chen Yi shelled Green Breath Berries with his hand, eating as he said: "On my end, someone will naturally handle these small problems."

What he said was actually quite guilty; the so-called "someone" was only his little sister, and whether she could handle any small problems properly was hard to say.

White merely asked one question; they had long regarded Chen Yi as a top-tier member of the Prince Party. In the understanding of people from the Land of Freedom, the Mysterious Land having two supercomputers with 5 trillion operations seemed understandable as well.

He carefully left the user card, then said enthusiastically: "Mr. Chen, if you have any needs in the future, you can contact us directly. Although we are the French branch of Infallible, our strength is in no way inferior to the Headquarters, and we place great importance on confidentiality and guests' privacy."

"Not bad." Chen Yi's expression was indifferent.

White didn't mind at all and left with a smile.

As a project manager, he had to deal with all kinds of clients, but there was one similar requirement: worry before the client worries, rejoice after the client rejoices. Seeing the client happy made him happy; he hated anything unsatisfactory.

Chen Yi took the software back, which happened to be early morning in Wisconsin. He rushed straight to Jiangning Girls' School, then called out his little sister and handed it to her, instructing: "Now it's actual installation; it must not be discovered."

"Rest assured." My little sister could skip class and was overjoyed. While looking at the CD, she said: "We have Super Administrator Privileges; we know everything they do, and they don't know anything we do. Second Brother, you're truly powerful."

She didn't forget to boast a bit.

Chen Yi hehe laughed twice, picked up the phone to call Tang Xiongfei, and handed her a paper slip, saying: "After installing the software, connect to this address, and use this trading account and password."

This account was the registered account of Gold Source Company at the United States Exchange; all legal transactions must be conducted under this account.

On this day in 2003, lightning trading and high-frequency trading were not only legal but hailed as the future direction of development.

Even if another five, six, seven, or eight years passed, lightning trading would still be a gray area, and high-frequency traders would still be future stars that all major exchanges vied to court.

At this moment, it was precisely the golden age for arbitrageurs.

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Aside from word count: Chapter 1 is published today, and there will be an extra chapter today. Whether bird or beast, let them out for a walk; it's time for verification. I don't know how many readers are willing to cast monthly tickets for Zhi Niao Tun, or how many readers are willing to subscribe to this book, anxiously waiting.

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