Tang En thought this way because he had a deep understanding of Hua Country’s martial arts.
A country’s intelligence agency is absolutely world-class.
Compared to an individual like He Xiaotian, it was countless times more advanced.
According to the files, the descriptions of Hua Country’s martial arts were all wildly exaggerated.
They even had records of a single palm strike unleashing the explosive force of an atomic bomb.
At first, Tang En had no idea what an "atomic bomb" even was.
But after seeing the footage, he fell silent.
Moreover, the growth cycle for these arts was incredibly slow.
Tang En believed Inner Strength existed—after all, he himself could cultivate Qi and Blood.
But the fact that it could take eight to ten years of training was truly disappointing.
And that was only for those with a certain degree of talent who had started training from a young age.
Otherwise, even after eight or ten years, one might not even be able to defeat a single fiend.
Those who started late in life were in an even more miserable position.
It wasn’t unheard of to spend over a decade and achieve nothing at all.
Therefore, he was confident that he would be the ultimate victor.
As long as the one hundred and fifty-odd students under his command trained hard and had sufficient nutrition, even those with poor aptitude could reach the First Grade within half a year.
’In contrast, look at He Xiaotian’s group. Is half a year even enough time for them to learn how to meditate?’
’Not a chance!’
’When the time comes, it wouldn’t be surprising if that hulking brute loses, gets embarrassed, and comes after me with a hammer.’
He Xiaotian, who was walking away, had no idea about the whole drama playing out in Tang En’s head.
Otherwise, he would have laughed out loud. If he didn’t have the Experience Points system, why would he ever have agreed to Roger’s proposal?
For a cheater like him, all the supposed weaknesses of Hua Country’s martial arts that Tang En was counting on were completely irrelevant.
All he had to do was train them relentlessly and drain every last drop of stamina from his fifty nominal disciples.
The top-tier, enhanced version of the *Dharma’s Twelve Muscle-Tendon Changing Forms* was not to be underestimated.
"Don’t hack me! Don’t hack me! I’m getting up, I’m getting up right now!!"
Such bloodcurdling screams could be heard every day from the training grounds where He Xiaotian was.
It didn’t take a genius to figure out it was Feng Yu and the Trickster, waving their ghost-head broadswords and eight-faced Han swords around to intimidate people.
As for the Bladesmith?
Don’t even ask. He was holding a giant, golden meat cleaver.
The fifty nominal disciples only had to glance at it to burst into uncontrollable laughter.
It was just so... bizarre!
’Look at their weapons, and then look at yours.’
The Bladesmith was extremely dejected by the countless disdainful looks he received. Whenever he had a free moment, he’d go sulk in a corner and draw circles on the ground.
And who was he cursing?
As if you even need to ask!
Hearing these screams and bursts of laughter, the trainees in Tang En’s group next door felt incredibly lucky.
’Damn, those trainees in the other group are probably being driven insane by that muscle-bound psycho, right?’
’Good thing we didn’t choose him (or that we ran over here).’
This continued for a week.
「A new day.」
He Xiaotian demonstrated the Third Stance of Wei Tuo Presenting the Pestle, explaining, "Raise both palms until your arms form a U, elbows slightly bent, palms facing up, and push upward with all your might. At the same time, clench your teeth, press your tongue to the roof of your mouth, and circulate your qi throughout your chest. Once in position, remain still for one hour."
Immediately, the sound of heavy breathing filled the air.
The fifty nominal disciples trembled.
They had just endured seven days of inhumane torment.
They woke up at the crack of dawn every day to begin practicing the *Dharma’s Twelve Muscle-Tendon Changing Forms*.
They weren’t allowed to rest until ten o’clock at night.
At that moment, there was one thing they all desperately wanted to say.
"Have you ever seen the streets of Shanghai at 4 AM?"
Furthermore, the group had discovered the secret behind the postures and breathing.
With just the posture but not the breathing technique, their stamina drain was normal.
Likewise, the breathing technique alone, without the posture, consumed no stamina at all.
But when the two were combined, the horror began.
Their stamina would gush out of them in an instant, like a torrential river.
The longer they held the pose, the greater the drain.
The exquisite agony of it, especially while enduring the blazing sun, was something no outsider could possibly understand.
However, some of them were shocked to find that despite the Demon training, they weren’t getting sick or accumulating hidden injuries.
On the contrary, their bodies were growing stronger. The muscles in their arms, abs, and thighs were gradually starting to bulge.
Moreover, their Spirit was more vigorous than ever before.
It was as if they had an endless supply of energy.
Except, of course, when they were practicing the *Dharma’s Twelve Muscle-Tendon Changing Forms*.
This tangible, visible improvement had them hooked; they simply couldn’t stop.
They still grumbled and complained as usual, but not a single one of them truly resented He Xiaotian for his brutality and cruelty.
Because every last one of them understood that this martial art was undoubtedly a secret technique, one not meant to be taught to outsiders.
’But Master... he just taught it to us directly.’
’I mean, what kind of spirit is that?’
’That’s selfless dedication!’
The male disciples were ecstatic, but the female disciples were in tears.
Looking at their increasingly prominent muscles, they had no idea how to even bring up the subject.
’Does this mean we can only date our senior or junior martial brothers?’
But the thought of two muscle-heads living together made the female disciples want to gag.
The mental image was too much to bear.
’What if we had a kid and it was a little muscle-head too? Wouldn’t we be a family of three muscle-heads?’
"GACK..."
He Xiaotian was completely baffled by the female disciples who would sometimes start dry heaving out of nowhere.
’How can martial arts training make you throw up?’
At noon, a truck drove in from outside the Medical University and stopped in front of He Xiaotian’s training ground.
The group of disciples, all practicing the Third Stance of Wei Tuo Presenting the Pestle, were very curious.
Unfortunately, they didn’t dare to stop, so they could only remain obediently in their stances, not daring to slack off for a second.
This was because the three weapon-wielding teaching assistants were behind them, watching them like hawks.
’Those guys are always looking for an excuse to hack someone. We can’t give them an opening.’
With his massive, three-meter-tall frame, He Xiaotian opened the truck’s cargo door and lifted out a bronze cauldron with one hand.
"???"
"!!!"
No matter how many times the nominal disciples witnessed He Xiaotian’s incredible strength, they couldn’t help but be amazed.
’What a monster!!’
’That bronze cauldron must weigh thousands of pounds, so what the hell is up with you lifting it like it’s a baby chick?’
"This is a reward for you all. As your master, I had the Cleaners custom-make it."
Normally, the group would have burst into excited chatter and discussion.
But the training grounds remained silent, the only movement being the disciples sweating profusely.
He Xiaotian nodded, very satisfied, and continued.
"You must be getting bored, practicing nothing but the *Dharma’s Twelve Muscle-Tendon Changing Forms* every day, right? Well, good news. Your master has taken pity on you. Your recent performance has also been very satisfactory. So, I’ve decided to teach you a few killing moves to break up the monotony of your training."
"?!"
Everyone’s faces instantly lit up with joy.
Even though they could feel themselves improving daily, practicing the same posture for up to eighteen hours a day would mentally exhaust anyone and make them irritable.
It would be strange if they weren’t excited about getting to practice killing moves.
’Granted, our master could be a real bastard—cruel and merciless.’
’But the martial arts he taught were absolutely top-notch!!’