Chapter 351: No blessings, pretending hard, treating you as copper skin and iron bones?

"Company Commander, I didn't move."

"You didn't move, so how did you end up in front?"

"They stepped back."

"Really?"

Feng Yishan turned his head and inquiringly looked at the veteran beside him who had come together.

The veteran shrugged and deliberately said nonsense: "I didn't see it."

"Ha, hahaha..."

The group behind Lu Yang all burst out laughing, puffing and chuckling.

Ding Tengfei even slapped his thigh, producing a demonic and exaggerated laugh like Xingye's.

Lu Yang turned his head, his eyes twitched twice, and he cursed inwardly, "Wait for me."

He was about to step forward heroically when Feng Yishan suddenly raised his hand to stop him and pointed his baton at Ding Tengfei.

"You, fall out."

"Me?"

Ding Tengfei's demonic laughter stopped abruptly, tears still hanging from his eyelashes from laughing earlier.

"Yes, it's you, the one laughing the happiest, fall out."

"Pfft, hahahaha..."

This time it was Lu Yang's turn to laugh.

Let you kid gloat over others' misfortune, you deserve it.

Ding Tengfei walked forward awkwardly and shyly, twisting like a little girl.

Lu Yang stepped back one step, standing in a line with everyone, but each person strained hard into a vibrating mode.

"Keep quiet!"

Feng Yishan coughed, and everyone instantly shifted from vibrating to silent mode.

"Batonshield technique, divided into baton and shield parts; below I mainly lecture on baton usage."

"Here is a set of mnemonics, remember them all: three batons shatter brotherhood, confessions are all brother names..."

Upon hearing this, Lu Yang's face couldn't hold back at that moment.

Especially seeing Ding Tengfei get a face-to-face big move, that shit-eating expression, Lu Yang strained his mouth corners, almost tearing them apart.

This saying, back when in the New Recruit Company period, Ding Tengfei rebelled, Lu Yang had once said it to him.

Who would have thought that after so long, he still crossed units to come study in the Armed Police, and still got hit in the face by a boomerang.

"Three batons per second, not that the opponent can withstand three batons, but rather strike three batons first upon engagement."

"One baton strikes the leg, to prevent escape..."

Feng Yishan lightly wielded his baton, making a motion like a wave shield cover toward Ding Tengfei, scaring him into a fright.

"Two batons strike the mouth, to prevent begging for mercy..."

Following that, the baton came with a whooshing wind sound to Ding Tengfei's front.

Clearly there was nothing, yet he felt his mouth numb, as if struck by a baton.

Lu Yang at this moment also stopped laughing, watching especially seriously and carefully.

Because he felt this baton technique would definitely be useful later.

Especially striking the leg first, then the mouth, simply extremely brutal.

It's perfect for dealing with those who hold out stubbornly, still eloquent and defiant desperadoes.

Feng Yishan's final baton descended onto Ding Tengfei's head: "Three batons strike the head, to prevent thinking."

"Three batons per second has never been the limit of the Armed Police, but the limit of the enemy."

"Next, I'll demonstrate the connected movements continuously, showing you the striking force."

Ding Tengfei instantly panicked: "Are you really going to do it?"

Feng Yishan hummed: "Don't worry, there's protective gear, get him the gear."

Soon, that veteran fetched a set of protective gear for Ding Tengfei to wear, and also brought a full-wrap helmet.

However, looking at the battered and scarred traces on the helmet, it's obvious it has endured much damage.

"Ready?"

"Okay, it seems not quite ready yet..."

Ding Tengfei's softening was useless; he knew this level he couldn't dodge anyway.

He could only substitute the past, having not joined the troops, taking the perspective of a social person who went astray.

Only then could he feel somewhat at ease, and have a sense that he indeed deserved a beating.

"Here it comes."

"Hmm."

Bang bang bang!

In an instant, the baton completed three striking motions.

Besides Lu Yang, whose movements were fast, almost nobody saw them clearly.

Until Ding Tengfei fell straight to the ground, slept peacefully, everyone then realized how terrifying the power of "three batons per second" is.

Lu Yang checked Ding Tengfei's condition, found he was just dazed by the helmet impact, immediately gave a thumbs-up: "Awesome!"

Feng Yishan twirled a baton flower, mouth corners raised: "In the Armed Police, there are many more awesome things."

"During the day you'll practice three batons per second; there are wooden posts over there for practice."

"Wait until tomorrow, then we'll teach you the basics of hard qi gong, grappling and fighting."

Lu Yang: "Can we learn Black Dragon Eighteen Hands?"

Feng Yishan glanced at him: "We don't teach that; it's prohibited internally."

Lu Yang pressed: "Then Company Commander, can you do it?"

"Of course I can," Feng Yishan hummed. "But don't expect me to teach you; this isn't included in the teaching material."

"It's only half a month in total; you can't possibly learn that much. But if you really want to study, you can privately go find Squad Leader Chen of Class Nine."

Feng Yishan's words were already very clear: it's not that they don't teach, it's that they're not allowing teaching now.

But if you want to learn secretly, there's nothing I can do; I'll just pretend I don't know.

…

In the following days, Lu Yang and the others threw themselves wholeheartedly into the training.

The Special Forces Company's physical training volume was enormous, so great that even Lu Yang's system-upgraded physique was barely coping.

Almost every physical subject was an advanced version of regular troops' drills, with training loads even exceeding many reconnaissance units.

Because the Armed Police Special Forces Company mainly handles internal security, the training items focus on urban counter‑terrorism and emergency response.

Heavy firepower such as tanks, infantry fighting vehicles, and self‑propelled artillery are never used.

So they grind the physical conditioning to the death, hammering their bodies, which becomes their primary mission.

The words "physical cultivation powerhouse, mortal saint" are never a joke here.

No wonder the shoe wear rate here is so high; Lu Yang had been here only a week and the tread pattern on his soles was almost gone.

One can imagine how miserable the lives of soldiers who wear two pairs of shoes for a year or even two years must be.

At that moment, he suddenly understood why, in the hospital, those guys looked at him as if they were about to devour him.

…

In the blink of an eye, ten days rushed by.

The ten members of the Special Third Regiment learning exchange group all lost a layer of fat, and their muscles became even tighter.

It's not due to poor eating; the training volume here is simply massive, resulting in daily over‑expenditure.

In the afternoon, Feng Yishan gathered everyone for a simple small assessment.

"A few days ago we assessed the shield staff technique and grappling combat; today we'll test everyone's hard Qi Gong."

"We train the breath internally and the tendons, bones, and skin externally; you are already veterans with foundation, so results should come faster."

"The assessment items are simple: three bricks to be avoided with your hands in sequence."

"Two sticks, one behind the back and one on the chest; considering you're beginners, the sticks will be a bit thinner."

"Finally, the head‑bottle opening: two per person. Get ready, we start immediately."

As they went to fetch the assessment props, everyone panicked instantly.

Unlike the previous assessments, this mainly tests skill and carries little danger.

But hard Qi Gong requires day‑by‑day accumulation; it's not something you master in a couple of days.

The basic principle of hard Qi Gong is the combination of human physiological adaptation and mechanical technique.

It actually involves slapping and pounding the body to strengthen the adaptability of tendons, bones, skin, and flesh, thereby boosting resistance to blows.

By adjusting breathing and guiding the body's "Qi," the muscles tense at the instant of injury, forming a "cushion" that protects internal organs and bones.

Strengthening tendons, bones, and skin is relatively easy, but guiding the "Qi" in the lower abdomen to achieve the "mind‑Qi" synergy and unlock potential is extremely difficult.

Hard Qi Gong isn't the invulnerability of wuxia novels, but it genuinely raises physical strength and resistance to strikes.

If Lu Yang had learned hard Qi Gong before fighting Brother Kui, perhaps he wouldn't be so battered in a fist‑to‑flesh clash.

According to Feng Yishan, there was an old Armed Police veteran who, thanks to hard Qi Gong, could grow old with his wife.

At first, Lu Yang thought this practice enhanced male function, but later learned that the veteran's spouse had severe violent tendencies, and he survived purely by hard Qi Gong.

Lu Yang remarked: "Better to divorce him; this hard Qi Gong is practiced too weakly."

Soon the props were ready, and with a series of crisp cracks, the bricks in everyone's hands shattered in response.

But just as everyone was about to start smashing the second brick, they found that Lu Yang no longer had a whole brick left.

Ding Tengfei asked in surprise, "Brother Yang, can you split three bricks at once?"

Lu Yang raised his right hand, dusted with fragments: "I just found out myself."

Feng Yishan was also quite surprised: "For a beginner, one brick at a time is already good; looks like you've made great progress, huh?"

"Want to try smashing a few more, to see where your limit is?"

"Alright."

Lu Yang was also very eager.

With the system's help, his hard Qi Gong learning speed was several times that of the others.

He split three bricks; aside from a slight tingling in his hand, there was no pain.

Soon, four bricks were neatly arranged in front of Lu Yang.

Under everyone's gaze, Lu Yang drew deep breath into his dantian, and clenched his four fingers together forcefully.

With a forceful, knife‑like swing, the four red bricks shattered into eight pieces.

"Looks like you have great talent!"

"Give him five, no, give him six!"

As the stack of bricks before Lu Yang grew higher, people from other squads heard the news and came over.

Everyone seemed skeptical that this guy who had only been here ten days actually possessed such ability,

Kong Long, watching Lu Yang, suddenly felt he could do it too, and simply fetched two bricks.

He struck hard; the first brick cracked, the second remained untouched.

Yet his hand visibly reddened and swelled slightly.

Ding Tengfei twisted his lips: "No, bro, no need to fake it—do you really think you're made of copper skin and iron bones?"