“I’m not eating.” Feng Hengyi directly refused, without politeness. “I bring my own food and ingredients, prepared by my team in the most scientific way. The ingredients are cultivated in labs, free from any impurities or hormones. If my diet is disrupted, it will easily reduce my physical strength.”

“My dishes are all organic.” Liu Zihao smiled, seemingly unconcerned. With his status, even if a billionaire CEO spoke to him like this, he would immediately order them to leave without hesitation.

“Organic isn’t necessarily better. The land is heavily polluted now. Only lab-cultivated ingredients are truly free of impurities.” Feng Hengyi said dismissively.

“How many people are taking care of your diet and daily needs now?” Liu Zihao asked.

“Three chefs, carrying various ingredients and kitchenware, a mobile home, on standby 24 hours a day. The water is brought by us.” Feng Hengyi said, his tone not boasting, just stating facts. “There are also three masseuses, available around the clock, and three doctors in another car, equipped with various health and medical devices. In addition, there are three assistants for my clothes and daily needs, plus five bodyguards.”

“Huh? No coach?” Liu Zihao asked.

“A coach? None of them are better than me. Their training methods are outdated.” Feng Hengyi waved his hand. “In this world, there is only one coach I respect, and that’s the God Maker, Odell. Though his physical training in movement and breathing has been surpassed by our Typhon Training Camp’s AI, his spiritual training still has its unique insights.”

“He was here last month, but I don’t know where he is now,” Liu Zihao said. “By the way, have you found the three to five sparring partners you were looking for? You don’t have to participate in the competition yourself; I can pick a few with good physical fitness for you.”

“No need, I’ll choose them myself. It’s always best when I choose them personally.” Feng Hengyi’s tone remained blunt, subtly implying that Liu Zihao’s judgment wasn’t good enough.

“That’s true. To train, you need human targets. Using live people as targets is the best. Only those without money use wooden dummies or fixed sandbags.” Liu Zihao said. “In ancient times, many rich masters hired strong men to serve as targets for martial arts training, progressing very quickly. But it seems that abroad, there are already robotic sparring partners. These robots can even do backflips. I know Typhon Training Camp already has these simulation robots as training partners, with various martial arts AI programs. Why don’t you get one?”

“Too expensive, and that kind of technology isn’t available for public use. But our Haoyu Group’s AI has made breakthrough progress. Of course, people are still more affordable. I’ll observe for a few days and pick out a few human targets to join my team and sign lifetime contracts. My training involves many secrets, and they cannot be allowed to switch jobs or leak anything. Once I’ve selected the people, you’ll need to provide me with their information,” Feng Hengyi spoke in a commanding tone to Liu Zihao, who frowned but held back from reacting.

He couldn’t afford to offend the “young master” of the Feng family, especially since he had a major collaboration with Haoyu Group.

In the Feng family, the leader was Feng Shoucheng. His eldest son, Feng Yuxuan, was in charge of the group’s investment business. The second son, Feng Qian Cang, was anything but modest and loved the spotlight. He invested in the film industry, entertainment sectors, live streaming, girl groups, and artist management, creating a huge buzz. In just a year, his initial capital of three billion grew to several billion, making him a business genius.

The third son, the most mysterious of them all, had never been seen. Many didn’t even know he existed. But Liu Zihao knew the secret—Feng Shoucheng had sent this youngest son, Feng Hengyi, to Typhon Training Camp at a very young age, where he had trained for over ten years until he had just returned in the past two years.

Liu Zihao had also trained at Typhon Training Camp, but only for six months. And even the limited training he received had dramatically boosted his physical strength and martial arts skills. He had experienced explosive growth in ability.

Now, he no longer had the qualifications to enter.

Not just anyone could enter. Liu Zihao had gained his spot by helping a major figure film a movie, which got him an introduction to the camp.

“Hengyi, have you found any talent yet?” Liu Zihao asked.

“My first opponent was okay. Although I finished him off with two punches, his physical condition makes him a good target for training. His name is Su Jie.” Feng Hengyi nodded, and someone beside him handed Liu Zihao a photo.

“This person? He’s just a temporary student, not from our academy,” Liu Zihao remarked. “I tried to get him to sign with my film company, but he refused. Apparently, he’s planning to take the university entrance exam.”

“Really? Does he have any background?” Feng Hengyi asked.

“I don’t think so,” Liu Zihao replied.

“Then there’s no problem,” Feng Hengyi said. “He should consider himself lucky to work for me for life—at least he’ll never go hungry.”

“Well, let’s see if you can deal with this student. He’s quite difficult,” Liu Zihao said.

“I’ve had three years of special agent training, mastering psychological, physical, and both tangible and intangible torture methods. Whatever I set my mind to, I can definitely accomplish,” Feng Hengyi’s tone was arrogant, but the confidence in his voice made people believe he was capable of anything.

“You must have had some human-shaped dummies in your training, right? Where did they go?” Suddenly, Liu Zihao asked. “When you have human-shaped dummies, you can learn many secret things. During the Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China, some became human-shaped dummies for martial arts families. The disciples of those martial arts families couldn’t learn the techniques, but the human-shaped dummies instead became more skilled.”

“My few human-shaped dummies, after learning my methods, wanted to switch sides, so I got rid of them.” Feng Hengyi seemed to be speaking about something trivial.

Liu Zihao fell silent.

He understood that “getting rid of them” meant killing them.

Feng Hengyi was not old, not even eighteen, but he was already ruthless, unscrupulous, extremely powerful, and had strong financial and political backing.

Liu Zihao didn’t speak, and neither did Feng Hengyi. They silently ate their food.

The two of them found themselves in an awkward situation.

Meanwhile, at this moment, Su Jie had won thirteen matches in a row. His stamina was almost depleted, so he finally gave up guarding the arena. After settling the accounts, he had earned a total of 26,000 yuan and felt quite satisfied. Although it was just a bank card, it felt heavy in his pocket.

Then he went to find Uncle Mang for a massage.

Uncle Mang seemed to be even more punctual than him every day, eagerly waiting for him.

As soon as Su Jie arrived, Uncle Mang began checking his body, adjusting his bones, and massaging him. Suddenly, he frowned. “Your cervical spine has been hit hard and is slightly dislocated. Your head was punched. If it had been anyone else, their neck would have likely been broken. Luckily, your horizontal training is very impressive, and it protected you from serious injury. But that person was really ruthless.”

“I’m not injured, right?” Su Jie asked.

“You’ll recover,” Uncle Mang said, using acupuncture to help treat Su Jie for a while before starting electrical stimulation.

Today’s electrical stimulation gave Su Jie a strange sensation — it was both painful and soothing, unlike the pure pain he usually felt.

“Congratulations, your nerve resilience has increased another level,” Uncle Mang observed various data for comparison. “According to AI predictions, you should only be able to achieve this level of nerve response in a month.”

“I got beaten up today and suddenly comprehended the state of ‘heart like gunpowder, fist like a child’ and then went to experience live shooting. I learned to exert force,” Su Jie explained his experience.

“That’s enlightenment, remarkable, truly remarkable,” Uncle Mang praised. “But I’m curious, with your current skills, even if you encounter strong professional fighters, you could handle it passively in a match. Even if you just run around, it would be hard for your opponent to knock you down.”

“I met someone really powerful, about my age, who completely overwhelmed me in speed, experience, strength, stamina, and momentum. His name is Feng Hengyi,” Su Jie said, trying to gather more information. “Coach Gu Yang said he has killed people, and not just one. He came from the Typhon Training Camp.”

“So it’s him,” Uncle Mang’s expression changed slightly. “Be careful from now on. He’s not like Zhou Chun. Zhou Chun only uses underhanded methods, but he can’t get anywhere. Feng Hengyi is different. As for the Typhon Training Camp, it’s the most mysterious, high-tech laboratory in the world. Training humans is just one of their projects. I heard this camp was originally established by wealthy people seeking immortality through investments in life science, but it gradually changed and became something no one could control.”

“I thought these things were far from me, but I didn’t expect to get involved in it,” Su Jie shook his head.

Now, under the electrical stimulation, he was chatting freely, feeling somewhat like Guan Yu undergoing bone treatment to detoxify his body.

After the treatment, he felt extremely comfortable, as if the medicinal ointment he had applied was completely absorbed.

These past few days, he had been using the Nie family’s secret ointment combined with the electrical stimulation, so the ointment had almost no waste and had been fully absorbed into his skin, enhancing its toughness, vitality, and improving the strength between his tendons and joints, even penetrating into his bones.

Since using the secret ointment and the internal-strengthening liquor, Su Jie could clearly feel his physical condition improving drastically, almost rapidly advancing, especially his physical training, which seemed like it had been practiced for three to five years.

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