Seeing the realistic option.
Zhang Feng didn't hesitate at all and chose directly.
When a surge of complex memories flooded into his mind.
A prompt appeared simultaneously.
[Your Martial Arts +1, Reality Martial Arts +0.5]
[You have mastered all the training methods of Hard Qigong]
This enhancement did not provide muscle memory.
But the insights into the cultivation techniques were quite comprehensive.
Zhang Feng was bewildered for a few seconds, then looked at his own hands.
"Training through meridians? Is this a variant of internal martial arts or Inner Strength?"
Unlike the training of combat memory.
This time, it was the more complex 'meridian cultivation'.
Practiced to great success, even ordinary firearms would be unable to fatally harm oneself.
This had already completely departed from the concept of realistic martial arts, beginning to venture into another wondrous realm.
Zhang Feng watched eagerly, immediately starting to assume a very strange posture based on the insights in his mind.
'Similar to the Taichi's Mixed Element Posture, but with more intricate variations in the details.'
With thirty years of experience as a martial arts grandmaster, Zhang Feng quickly identified some subtle differences once he tried it himself.
'No, no, it's not subtle, but rather a more refined physical control.'
Zhang Feng quickly immersed himself in the learning, experiencing this wondrous cultivation technique.
But after a while of practice, Zhang Feng gradually frowned.
After a few more minutes.
Zhang Feng slowly stopped all movements.
'Even with memory, it's not enough.'
Zhang Feng shook his head,
'My constitution is somewhat subpar, and I can't precisely control the muscle groups around the meridians.
This requires slow practice and adaptation according to the control methods in the cultivation memories.
Moreover, it requires the proper use of certain herbs, not just pure strength training.'
Zhang Feng felt the practice was complex, but fortunately, with the memories, he could practice directly.
So let's start with the control of the muscle groups.
Zhang Feng looked at his arm, staring intently at it.
This practice uses a form of 'thought', combined with one's own muscle coordination, eventually making the muscles in the arm 'pulse'.
It's quite absurd, like the abstract 'visualization' in Buddhism.
Also similar to the 'thought' among the six senses, transforming from nothingness into substance, presenting a realm visible to the naked eye.
In the previous adventure world, Zhang Feng went to Shaolin to borrow books and read the Sutra of Visualization of Infinite Life.
The 'Sixteen Contemplation Methods, Sixteen Contemplations' inside were somewhat analogous to these.
Zhang Feng practiced while recalling.
...
At night, when the scheduled time with the captain arrived.
Zhang Feng walked out while watching the muscles in his arm slightly pulse.
After several hours of practice.
Zhang Feng could already control the meridian muscles required for Hard Qigong at the 'Three Yang Meridians'.
And Hard Qigong requires the simultaneous vibration of the 'sixteen' meridians, causing the body to achieve a kind of 'resonance'.
When the resonance reaches a certain magnitude, 'overclocking' can be achieved.
Overclocking also implies breaking through human physiological limits.
Hard Qigong is practiced during 'resonance and overclocking', using a unique method to stabilize the body into the 'overclocking state'.
At that time, not only would the constitution significantly enhance, but the material structure of the body might also undergo certain changes.
The body might become heavier or lighter.
Zhang Feng tended towards becoming heavier.
'There was an option of "broad mind and fat body" in previous selections.'
On his way downstairs, Zhang Feng suddenly remembered a reinforcement from the last world,
'This option was, for (every additional 1 jin of weight, the constitution would increase proportionally)
At first, I thought a person weighs at most a few hundred jin, even with 1 jin +0.01, it would at most add up to 2 or 3 points.
Unless in some adventure world, I possessed some gigantic beast with a weight of several tons, that should add quite a lot to the constitution.
But now it seems, after overclocking, a person can seemingly become heavier as well.'
The more Zhang Feng understood, the more he realized some options seemed quite useful.
Just that he was unaware at the time.
'After overclocking, will I become several tons?'
Zhang Feng found it amusing, seeing no one around.
So, while going downstairs, Zhang Feng suddenly took a deep breath, puffed up his face, lifted both arms, letting his forearms droop, pretending to be of tonnage, thumping down the stairs.
Zhang Feng found it fun.
But he heard movement downstairs, someone coming up.
Zhang Feng quickly exhaled, lowered his hands, and calmly went downstairs.
...
Eight o'clock.
He walked into a private viewing room.
This was the place prearranged with the captain.
Private Room No. 3.
Zhang Feng knocked with a pattern of four long and one short, walked in, and looked at him.
The captain was watching a movie with the volume turned up.
"No need to try, I can hear you."
Zhang Feng closed and locked the door.
After watching the movie for a few more moments, the captain finally looked at Zhang Feng, who sat over,
"You are still using the alias 'Feng Zhang'.
Your boss was killed by an overseas gang.
You weren't with him that day, so you escaped the disaster."
The captain turned the TV volume up a bit more,
"Anyway, things like this are common around here.
Rather than making a fuss, it's better to ignore it, let them become mutually suspicious."
"Alright." Zhang Feng nodded, rubbing his ears, "I can really hear you, could you turn the TV down a bit, otherwise the manager will come knocking."
"Testing your hearing is the first thing." The captain smiled and turned the volume down a little, "Mainly to cover our conversation."
"So what's the follow-up plan?" Zhang Feng looked at him.
The captain sat up straight from the couch,
"The follow-up plan is, you need to find a person named 'Old Oilhead'.
Old Oilhead is a 'soldier' in Luo Huo's gang.
His rank in the drug den is about the same as the boss you were investigating.
But the difference is, this Old Oilhead is an important informant of ours.
Initially, we didn't want to expose him prematurely, having you go one way, and him another, infiltrating the drug den from two sides.
But under the current circumstances, you really don't have a more suitable entry point.
Besides, you've already infiltrated them as one of their 'soldiers', and we need to quickly trace back.
Eventually, I discussed with the leadership…"
He pointed at the table ahead, tapping heavily with his finger,
"Simply put, the soldiers merge into one, Er Gui knocks on the door!"
Er Gui knocking on the door is not a derogatory term.
In chess, it is a tactical term.
It means, two 'cross-river pawns' simultaneously invade the opponent's nine palaces, occupying the flanks and restricting the opponent's 'general's movement.
This situation is called 'Er Gui knocking on the door'.
If it can be coordinated with other pieces, then the situation becomes checkmate, unable to be resolved.
"This is Old Oilhead's photo and information."
The captain then took out a document from the inside of his coat.
Zhang Feng looked at Old Oilhead's photo.
A total of a dozen or so photos, including front, side, and full-body shots, among others.
This person in his thirties, not very tall, but quite sturdy.
Zhang Feng focused on his appearance.
With a buzz cut and two small mustaches, he exudes a fierce aura, clearly looking like someone not to be trifled with.
Just by the aura in the photos, Zhang Feng could believe this person had committed acts of murder.
"I'll put it away after you've seen it." Seeing Zhang Feng nod, the captain stowed it away immediately, "His information is very important and is classified within the bureau, though not at the same level of secrecy as yours.
Your identity is known only by Director Wang and me in the city at present."
"When do I depart?" Zhang Feng, more concerned about the infiltration plan than the level, asked, "Does he contact me, or do I contact him?"
"In about ten minutes." The captain checked his watch, "He'll come to pick you up."
"Alright." Zhang Feng was constantly ready.
The captain nodded, then curiously scrutinized Zhang Feng, "Yesterday, I only knew you killed that boss, but from what the person who returned said, you reversed the situation in a bind, killing them?"