Chapter 63: Chapter 52: New Martial Old Realm, Dragon Power Prototype! The conditions at the training camp are quite favorable.
For someone like Director Miao Yang, in addition to room and board, there’s a basic income of over three hundred Happiness Coins each month.
But many people are unwilling to come here, like Uncle Dong.
Because working at the training camp doesn’t mean full retirement; it’s more like a temporary departure from the corps. Once there’s an infection wave attack, the director must immediately step up, either to lead a team or to charge forward.
However, Uncle Dong has an arm problem, significantly reducing his combat strength. Going to the battlefield would be suicidal, wouldn’t it?
Therefore, only veterans like Miao Yang, who are not injured but are disheartened due to heavy casualties in their unit, would come here to serve as directors.
Usually, it’s quite leisurely; the equipment here is complete, the site is large enough, and it’s often possible to combat with others and enjoy oneself.
Occasionally, if a promising talent is spotted, just a few tips could be given to see if a favor can be earned.
The camp usually gets busy only during the recruitment season, responsible for personnel selection in the spring and organizing new recruits for training in the winter.
But as for today, volunteering to be a sparring partner was indeed unprecedented in the staff’s memory.
"Oh, is that convenient?"
Cheng Ye was unaware of the intricacies here and only felt that just finding any person wouldn’t be as effective as a veteran like Miao Yang.
"Of course it’s convenient. There aren’t as many people training in this camp as there are directors like us. What’s the matter?"
Miao Yang smiled, "But, if Inspector Cheng feels I’m not competent enough, you can also choose someone else."
"No way, Director Miao is a veteran elder, and I’m just a newcomer who has just left the nest."
Cheng Ye quickly waved his hand and turned to the front desk staff, saying, "I’m not quite sure about the sparring fee standards, but just charge me according to Director Miao’s highest sparring rate, and put it on my tab."
What is social skill?
In just one interaction, Cheng Ye faintly discovered that Director Miao seems to care about certain things.
It’s not surprising; many veterans who have retired from the battlefield tend to have similar psychological issues.
Sure enough, just as he spoke, Miao Yang, standing beside him, suddenly lit up in his eyes.
Hiss.
That moment of flickering brilliance felt like it could instantly green-light a petrifying Tiga.
"Ah, this?" The staff was momentarily stunned, and their gaze subconsciously drifted to Miao Yang.
The highest rate for an ordinary sparring partner in the establishment is 15 coins per hour, but that rate is for outsiders earning extra cash.
Someone of Miao Yang’s status, how could they be a sparring partner, and what price could there be?
"Inspector Cheng isn’t short of money; just charge the highest rate."
Miao Yang chuckled softly, his tone becoming increasingly gentle. He casually instructed the staff, then led Cheng Ye to the inner area without lingering for their reaction.
They passed through the corridor connecting the inside and outside.
Unexpectedly, they arrived at the same area where Cheng Ye had sparred with Brother B before.
"Have you been here before?"
"I came here frequently two months ago, but that was when I followed the inspector that introduced me to this business."
Cheng Ye nodded and said, "He was my father’s comrade in arms, born and died together. His name is Liu Bi... I wonder if Director Miao knows him?"
"Liu Bi?"
Miao Yang’s steps paused, "How could I not know? Inspector Liu is Mr. Xiacang’s only disciple and one of the few warriors in the Buffer Zone who can reach the Unity of Heaven and Man Realm. I... am far inferior to him."
"Wait, could it be that Cheng Long... is your?"
"He is my father."
Cheng Ye nodded.
Miao Yang instantly showed evident respect, and his tone became solemn, "I apologize for my disrespect. I had no idea that Inspector Cheng came from such a prestigious lineage. No wonder you’ve tempered a Martial Body at such a young age."
"Tempered a Martial Body?"
Cheng Ye became intrigued upon hearing this. Liu Bi had never mentioned it.
"This is part of the New Martial Realm division. Didn’t Inspector Liu tell you about it?"
"No, I never asked, and he never mentioned it. All he cared about was having me train."
Of course, there couldn’t have been, as before mastering the Basic Power technique, he was out of breath just chopping wood stumps, so how could he talk about realms?
"It seems Inspector Liu wants you to build a solid foundation and not aim too high too soon."
Miao Yang nodded slightly, not choosing to hold back just because Liu Bi didn’t tell.
Everyone has different teaching methods. His method promotes looking further and seeking more.
"Ancient Martial Arts originated in the old days, tracing back a thousand years. At that time, humanity had no firearms and relied entirely on close combat to survive. Thus, genetics evolved toward enhancing close-combat abilities, gradually spawning numerous schools and styles, forming a corresponding realm system."
"As firearms appeared, close combat became obsolete with time, and genetic evolution led humans to lose some combat traits, causing Ancient Martial Arts to decline swiftly. Many former martial masters would find it challenging to compete even against new recruits trained for less than three months today."
"Until the emergence of the S-series virus, which forced genetic redirection. After several generations, by the time of the New Era, our genetics had far surpassed humans from a thousand years ago. With the aid of scientific advancements and theoretical evolution, our combat power and realm speed exceeded those of ancient martial artists in strength and speed!"
Miao Yang spoke with a calm tone and clear enunciation: