"Dark Breath?" Mu Fan chewed on these four words.

"Well, it's a martial art that involves breathing in and out, and it's also a skill to train yourself." The fighter retracted his metal short stick and spoke to Mu Fan softly: "For example... look at me."

A scene happened that made Mu Fan widen his eyes! Breathing...breathing...breathing...the sound of breathing from before was still there, but the next second he watched helplessly as the fighter in the tattered gray robe in front of him disappeared little by little.

In front of your eyes, it's not like retreating directly, but disappearing little by little under your nose.

Are people just gone?

The sudden sound startled Mu Fan, "I'm still standing here, but you can't feel it."

"I can't see you, is this the effect of Dark Breath?" Mu Fan asked excitedly, but he was a little confused. This skill just disappears and has no effect.

"Of course not." A stick suddenly appeared, and Mu Fan was knocked down by the stick before he could react. Mu Fan, who was sitting on the ground with his head covered and groaning, looked depressed.

"Breathing, as the name suggests, means breathing. What you see is just a trick. What you hear, smell, and perceive in all directions is real." The fighter with a stick appeared in front of Mu Fan again.

"The breath of darkness is to adjust the muscles in the details of your body, control your breathing, close the pores on your body, and then achieve the effect of being in the night. If you combine it with some blinding techniques, you will have the function of 'invisibility' in people's eyes." Fighter

He fiddled with the short stick in his hand, creating a mysterious green trajectory that attracted Mu Fan's attention.

"But this is only a primary use. The most fundamental thing is that this martial art can keep your mind absolutely calm and greatly strengthen your five senses. In the words of this era, it will directly improve your mental strength...

role!”

Mu Fan only knows the power level now, and he vaguely feels that his mental power should be related to his previous state under the blood-red vision, that clear feeling of controlling himself.

"Martial skills are divided into ten levels. The effect of each level, converted into values ​​in the federation, is about level 2. When you reach the fifth level, you will find that this martial skill will significantly improve the muscle control of your whole body. By then,

You will understand."

Mu Fan was confused. How did he know that the martial arts taught by the fighter instructors could not exist in the Federation... Now the brain is still an unknown area of ​​​​the human body, and the use of mental power has just entered the initial stage.

Martial arts that can directly enhance spiritual power are absolutely impossible to exist!!

If someone knew about it, how many geniuses would be shocked! How many powerful forces would fight to the death for this!

Why? Because level 10 is the first mental lock!! Less than 0.1% of people in the federation have unlocked the mental lock! The mental lock comprehensively limits a person’s ability to understand oneself. When you feel that you have reached the level of martial arts, mecha operation

When you reach the limit, you unlock the first spiritual lock, and you will find that all this is just the beginning!

The spiritual lock is the key to transcending one's own limits!

"Now that you are only at level 3 of mental power, it is too far to explain to you. Okay, start learning from me."

"Slow down your breathing, use your mind to control the muscles you can feel the most, soothe them, let them slow down, control your heartbeat to synchronize with the surroundings, use your spirit to assimilate your body, when darkness falls, I am

Dark night..."

The fighter raised his head slightly and looked with deep eyes at the young man in front of him who had been hypnotized into a state of trance. His eyes were filled with vicissitudes of life, relief, relief, and a trace of burning expectation hidden behind!

Suddenly he raised his left hand wrapped in vicissitudes of life armor leaves, and a dark green and soft light floated in his palm, floating quietly, and then pressed it directly to the top of Mu Fan's head, who was standing still with his eyes closed. The moment his palm came into contact with Mu Fan's forehead,

, the light ball disappeared, and Mu Fan’s eyebrows in reality suddenly wrinkled and became calm again.

"Heh...heh, it's a perfect match. The fire can be continued in this world...the inheritance of my family..."

…

Mu Fan opened his eyes and was woken up by Fatty's private chat. He looked around and saw that he had left the training ground and was standing in the corridor. The fighter instructor had disappeared again. Every time he came here, he felt nagging.

, but there is nothing I can do, this instructor is too powerful and I really can’t beat him.

What was the dark breath that the fighter was talking about? As he practiced it, he felt like... he fell asleep? Well, Mu Fan scratched his head in embarrassment, it seemed that was indeed the case.

But when I think about it now, I can feel that the training method of that martial arts naturally emerged in my mind. It is difficult to describe in words, but it seems that I have already been familiar with it. The feeling in my mind is different from before I came to see the fighter.

, I can’t say exactly what it is, but if I have to summarize it, it’s that the world in my senses is clearer, and I am also clearer.

Unfortunately, before he could fully understand it, he was interrupted by Fatty's call. Mu Fan suppressed some doubts that still existed in his heart and exited the optical brain.

The fat man didn't know where he was holding a fat rice cake and was gnawing it. Mu Fan, who had just quit the battle network, saw the juice splashing everywhere, so he rudely snatched the other one from the fat man's hand.

Start attacking.

"Mu Fan, tell me why Broken Ax and the others haven't moved yet. Fat brother, I'm so worried. I've exercised more in the past few days than I did in the past six months. Dad is quite satisfied with me now, but the key point is that I'm not satisfied."

Mu Fan squinted his eyes and nibbled on the rice cake, and replied casually: "I have a hunch that he will definitely come. I hope it will not interrupt the federal exam."

"Are you kidding? No matter what, these star thieves would not dare to cause trouble on those two days. Those two days are the most stringent days in the entire year for the Federation. If we go there, there will probably be patrols on the roadside.

A vigilant mecha."

"I hope so." Mu Fan was noncommittal, and then showed a longing look, "Harry, do you know? If I hadn't met you, my world wouldn't be so exciting."

These sincere words made Fatty Harry, who was trying hard to eliminate Fat Milo, stop. He looked at Mu Fan and said seriously: "Who told us to be friends! If you still have nothing to do in two days, come to my house. My dad will be there soon."

I just want to meet you, there happens to be a party there, you should go and see it too."

Mu Fan hummed and agreed to the fat man's request.

"There are a lot of girls!" The fat man came over with a vulgar expression, but Mu Fan held his face and pushed him away.

Mu Fan just wants to finish fighting with those star thieves as soon as possible, and then quickly go to the federal exam!

What, grabbing a military mecha? Hei said it would solve it.

Can't beat him? Just use the dark breath that the fighter instructor just taught you and run away. No one will notice.

When I think about Mu Fan, I feel that there are many ways to survive, but in the eyes of others, he is really seeking death!

After spending the afternoon with Fatty crying and howling, Mu Fan happily returned to his base and put on his helmet. He wanted to practice it quickly to see if his APM had improved.

Mu Fan took a deep breath, sat down, put on his helmet with a solemn expression, and pressed the start button.

"Mecha driving training."

"Hey, the entry failed, please listen to the message - Mr. Hei is busy today and has a day off. Mu Fan, go and practice it yourself."

Don’t you know that the Star Thieves are coming?! Mu Fan has black lines all over his head.

…

The blackened data flow is carefully cracking the Luojiaxing government's private network, and is also mixed with several ports for handover with the military.

After conquering a node without triggering an alarm, Hei immediately felt complacent, "If it weren't for the fact that my planet-level body is not here, I would use such a troublesome crack, and it would trigger an alarm if it takes up just a little more resources. It's really annoying, Mu Fan, Mu."

Fan, it is quite interesting for me to stand in front of you here and let you rest at home. Relax, the APM I measured for you that day was 30 less. If there is a disorderly walking step, I guess you walked sideways here.

I am so considerate and understanding."

Hei didn't feel that he was sinister at all, chattering in the virtual space, just like a chatterbox, "Hey, this data flow is interesting, let me follow it."

Data streams from several military dedicated lines appeared in the administrative network at the same time, pointing to the same point in time, June 2nd...

***********

PS: Thanks to "It's not summer and it's not cold" for the 10-coin reward.
Chapter completed!