Training.

Shi Lang rushed outside the mess hall. He unleashed his ability to sense the surroundings as he ran. However, more than his ability it was his instinct that was helpful to him. Many times, he would find that Instructor Yuu has come up close to him and her attacks were all aimed at his vital spots. The boy was understood that she was holding back her strength.

However, as the chase continued, the intensity was also increased. Shi Lang was now running inside a tight corridor when he sensed a strong impact on his back and his body was thrown off-balance. He fell to the ground but the next moment he turned the fall into a roll and stood up from the ground.

Then he punched at the void in front of him. It looked as if he was punching the empty void but it was as if Instructor Yuu had run into his punch. The fist connected with her face and since she was unprepared, it sent her ten feet back. The next moment, Shi Lang ran away from her.

Yuu, the strongest combatant among the instructors of this camp was struck in a daze. She did not expect this boy to be attacking her and landing a hit. She raised her head and mumbled, "Good perception."

Then she vanished from her place.

...

Carlos spoke, "Did that brat just land a hit on Yuu?" his tone brimming with surprise.

The rest of the people nodded. Dalia said, "This kid is not easy or normal. His brain works differently. You all do not underestimate him."

Charlotte nodded and said, "Indeed, this boy is not a random teenager. He won the recommendation of Retired Veteran, General Stevenson. He must have a skill or two. Looks like, I will have to give him an assignment soon enough."

The three people nodded. Carlos asked, "I understand everything but, how was he able to land such a punch, so early in his training?"

Charlotte said, "He has been calculating. The corridor is too narrow and Yuu has been making a few moves a bit too much. He predicted that pattern permutation. How he did that can only be explained by the term instinctual memory."

Dalia nodded and said, "He must have been trying to get familiar with a feeling you get when targeted by someone. What he did not was to separate two feelings. One is the sensation of being watched constantly, the other is when a certain part of your body is targeted. Yuu did not converge her breathing on purpose. Shi Lang adapted to it and countered after calculations."

John nodded and said, "He will make a fine assassin if he survived Yuu's rage."

The people turned their heads on the screen to watch how the training proceeded.

...

Inside the corridors, Shi Lang had been trying his best to survive the onslaught he was facing from this lady. Yuu had let go of all her hesitations and she was now attacking him with all her strength, what was, even more, Shi Lang was having trouble sensing her approach.

Yuu had converged her breathing and she was using her ability to assault him. Her ability was speed. She could run at a speed of three hundred kilometers per hour. However, she could only go so fast for a few seconds. At this moment she was not using her top speed, but she had lowered her speed to two hundred kilometers per hour, to increase the duration of usage.

Shi Lang was beaten black and blue but he protected his vital organs and tried to evade as many attacks as he could. Six minutes had passed from the start to end and the boy was almost reaching the limit of his consciousness. The reason behind this was Yuu was ruthless, and her attacks not only dealt damage to his muscles and bones but also his blood flow.

She was using her speed to send vibrations inside Shi Lang's body and these vibrations were disrupting his blood flow, his breathing, and even his sensory controls. The boy had no idea when did he meet such a ruthless person in his times of cultivation.

He could have sworn that the people who cultivated in ancient times were all soft toys compared to this lady. She was destroying him. He could sense her drive to kill him. Her attacks were so hard that after all the effort a couple of bones were communicated.

However, he was aware that he will get treated if he survived this, so he held on to the shred of his consciousness and the boy did his best to survive. For the last one minute, he turned into a turtle. He rolled on the ground with his head tucked under his arms and legs sticking close to his body. He was a ball.

Yuu did not stop, she kept on kicking him hard as he was stuck against a wall. His shin broke after the first twenty seconds under the impact of a seven-star Terran's strength. His legs were numb. At this moment Shi Lang started to meditate. How could it be that easy for him to achieve the result he wanted.

Terran's had developed a way to control their blood flow. That was what they used to cultivate. Shi Lang followed that method and began to control his blood flow. His legs were left alone and his blood coursed through his vital organs. This gave him more time to survive. Since he could not close his eyes to meditate, he began to circulate his blood with his eyes open.

...

Carlos said, "He has the patience needed to survive and get stronger. I will give him that much."

John nodded and said, "He has a good degree of control over his body."

Dalia said, "Demon Yuu has made my job harder. I will have to go now. I need to prepare the medicines he needs to get on his feet by tomorrow."

Charlotte said, "You can train him the way you want and try to leave him able-bodied, the time we have to train him is three months only. It is not much before he goes to appear in the army entrance exam."

The people nodded. However, they had no intention to go easy on Shi Lang. General Charlotte was aware of their ideas and shook her head in exasperation.

...

Yuu stopped kicking and said to the boy below, "You survived, tomorrow, report to the weaponry."

With those words, she walked away from the place. Shi Lang was about to pass out when a soft voice echoed in the corridor, "Trainee Lang, please follow the lights and report to the infirmary for treatment."

He was aware that no one will come to take him. He was needed to crawl his way back to the infirmary. His shoulder, and legs were broken so he could only crawl. This was the humiliation of being weak.

The purpose of this camp was not to train their bodies but also his mind. Because without a tempered mind, a tempered body was useless and vice versa.