Chapter 19 - Killing Wolves on the Military Road

　　The Starry Federation is a people's culture of martial arts, and cultivators with superb combat strength enjoy the supreme status, and the citizens of the Federation all take it as their greatest honor to embark on the path of cultivation. 　　Even if you can not become a cultivator, but also like to play boiled strength, sharpen the muscles and bones, sculpture body shape, lifelong maintenance of the habit of cultivation. 　　Therefore, fitness clubs, training centers and martial arts schools can be found everywhere in the streets and alleys, and those who practice in them may not be vicious martial arts masters, but mostly law-abiding students and office workers who follow the rules and regulations. 　　When Li Yao saw the sign of "Military Road Wolf Killing Cultivation Center", he gained one more point of confidence. 　　He knew that most of the owners of such places were avid cultivation enthusiasts, and that most of the "cottage strengthening potions" they made were for themselves and the members of the Cultivation Hall, and that making money was not the primary purpose, so they often spared no expense, and the quality was also guaranteed. 　　Touching the spider pattern on his face, Li Yao walked in. 　　Cultivation hall frontage is not big, but inside is a different world, about three to four hundred square meters of strength training room, more than a dozen muscles churning, sweaty strong man is the barbell, steel cable and iron smashed "bam bam" sound, there is also a big man in the corner is ruthlessly ravaging a sandbag. 　　Li Yao swept a circle, found that the weight of these big man practice is not too high, the face is also relatively solid and good, give people the feeling is not ferocious, it looks like ordinary office workers, but not a sigh of relief, more at ease. 　　He went to the corner, ready to ask the strong man who was hitting the sandbags - this gentleman looks the most kind-hearted. 　　This strong man, however, just bow step close, back hand jab, a heavy punch, blast out all the power, the sandbag smashed high flying, just hit Li Yao face, issued a "pop" sound. 　　The strong man let out an "ah" and said anxiously, "Are you alright?" 　　Li Yao shook his head, his nose was a bit sour, his nose twitched twice, shook his head and said, "It's fine, may I ask where is Curator Zhao?" 　　...... 　　Behind the strength training room, in a small teahouse, there was a burly man sitting on each of the two army green cushions, with two tea pots in the middle of the two men, and cooked dishes such as bacon, roasted chicken, and peanuts. 　　The left side of a person is probably forty or fifty years old, pitted bald head tattooed with a tattoo of a wolf's head with military spikes, the left arm from the shoulder blades to start all chopped off, replaced by a spiritual armament prosthetic limb engraved with thousands of symbols. 　　The right side of a person, but a seemingly less than thirty years old youth, cloaked in a very low-profile gray military trench coat, about to wear many years, has been washed white and faded. 　　If Li Yao saw this person, he must have been so excited that he peed - this youth was clearly the idol in the hearts of all the students of Red Sky No. 2 Middle School, the newest noble in the circle of cultivators in Fuego City, the Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator, the Demon Blade Peng Hai! 　　At this moment, Peng Hai didn't have half of a powerful cultivator's aura on him, he lifted up the teapot and said to the bald tattooed man cheerfully, "Old Instructor, come on, for the sake of our years of fierce battles on the Demon Beast Wasteland, let's drink again!" 　　The teapot was obviously the shoddiest erguotou, but Peng Hai, a great cultivator who was well-dressed and extravagant, looked like he had seen a jeweled liquid, and drank it all in one go, loudly smacking his lips, "Good wine, it's the only fucking thing a man should drink!" 　　The bald tattooed man used his spirit arm prosthetic limb, somewhat stiffly grabbed the tea pot, and lamented, "Ah Hai, I know you're a kid who emphasizes on feelings, and speaks of righteousness, even after becoming a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, you don't forget about us, the old comrades who were born and died together back then! But you have the heart, come to me every now and then for a drink and that's it, there's really no need to keep practicing here in my place - my place is an amateur level, the level is very low, you're a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator, it's a pure waste of time here!" 　　Peng Hai smiled, "Old Instructor, the friendship between us is not something that can be clearly described by the four simple words 'born into death', think about the years when we executed the 'Black Blade Operation' together, if you hadn't helped me block that one. If you hadn't helped me block that one, I would have been dead, where else could I have become a Foundation Stage Cultivator? And old instructor you ......" 　　Eyes swept to the bald tattooed man's left hand, Peng Hai's voice also brought a touch of heaviness, "but lost his entire left arm, even his heart was blown away by 70%, from the thirteenth level of the Qi Refining Stage, fell back to the level of an ordinary martial artist, and had to leave the 'Wolf Regiment'... ..." 　　The bald tattooed man waved his hand, full of concern, said: "The road of cultivation, crisis, nine deaths, since embarked on this road of no return, I have long put my head on the waistband of his pants, ready to die in the Yellow Springs! What's the point of losing a hand? If I couldn't see through that, I wouldn't have practiced if I hadn't. Wouldn't it have been safer to go home and work as a white-collar wife? You don't have to keep that on your mind, we come out to cultivate the truth, break a hand or go back home to sell salted duck eggs, all depends on God's pleasure, it's all destiny! It's my destiny to break my arm. What's it got to do with you? Besides, do not let me cultivate, then do not fix it, I take a large amount of 'veterans disability allowance' every month, drink, kebabs jerking, the bed of the beautiful women every day, I do not know how to live more dashing, more happy! As for the old comrades who still stay in the military, yes, there are quite a few of them who have become Foundation Stage Cultivators, and there have even been two great cultivators who have formed dan, so what? Maybe tomorrow they'll become a bubble of diluted feces in the belly of a demonic beast, with no crumbs left! When I think about it, I've even made a profit, hahahaha!" 　　Peng Hai said happily, "Take it and leave it, it's the old instructor I remember, a tough man with a strong iron bone! However, there is one thing that the old instructor has thought wrong, I don't come to you every day to waste time, but to carry out a very important cultivation." 　　The bald tattooed man's eyes widened, "Cultivation? In a shitty place like mine, what kind of tricks can you practice?" 　　Peng Hai smiled faintly and explained, "My instantaneous psychic energy burst power, which has already reached the 'Higher Stage of Foundation Establishment', is very unstable, and in the crunch of several battles, it has accidentally dropped back to the 'Middle Stage of Foundation Establishment', almost died - this is because my absolute power was raised too quickly, and my control over my power is not yet good enough. If I want to stabilize myself at the true 'Foundation Establishment Stage High Stage', or even impact the 'Foundation Establishment Stage Peak' realm, I must solve this problem completely!" 　　The bald tattooed man pondered for a moment and nodded, "You are one of the youngest Foundation Establishment Stage cultivators in the Federation, advancing too quickly will indeed bring about the problem of unstable foundations, how are you going to solve it?" 　　Peng Hai laughed, "In order to control my own power, every time I go to Old Instructor's 'Military Dao Killing Wolf Cultivation Hall', I will suppress my power to 3%, and only utilize 3% of my strength for overload training!" 　　The bald tattooed man suddenly realized, "So you only exerted 3% of your strength? No wonder I can't feel half the aura of a cultivator from you." 　　Peng Hai nodded, "I've been holding out at 3% for a month so that when I let go of the restriction and exerted 100% of my strength, I felt that my instantaneous explosive power had increased dramatically again, and my mastery of spiritual energy had also been enhanced quite a bit! My goal, is to eventually be able to suppress my own strength to 1%, and still be able to train and fight with overload, if I can do that, I will definitely be able to rush up to the peak Foundation Establishment realm!" 　　After a pause, he smiled without regret, "The instability of my spiritual power is my biggest weakness, I don't want others to know, so I can only come to you, Old Instructor, to train - in Fugue City, there are only two people that I trust, and Old Instructor is one of them, but it's a shame that all the members you have here are all too weak, and not a single one of them can carry a three-minute attack from me using 3% strength! Just doing strength training seems to be another breath short." 　　The bald tattooed man glared at him, "My members here are all decent office workers, working class people, not professional martial artists, of course they are not enough for you to fight, even if you only use 3% of your strength, it's still pure abuse! However, don't say that the old instructor doesn't take care of you, I know that you're looking for a hardy expert sparring partner, so I've specially contacted a gold medal sparring partner who's a little famous in the circle, and he'll be here in a while." 　　Upon hearing this, Peng Hai became interested: "Oh? Is it awesome?" 　　The bald tattooed man said, "I was also introduced through a friend, and have not seen it, but this person has been hanging out in the underground ghost market for many years, and has been a professional chaperone in several martial arts schools, and is said to be extremely resistant to blows, and has a nickname 'Iron Turtle', and should be able to carry you for three minutes with a 3% strength fight Right?" 　　An entire wall on the left side of the tea room was a unidirectional transparent glass, looking out from inside, one could see the situation of the strength training room. 　　As the two of them were talking, they happened to see Li Yao walk in, having been viciously hit in the face by a sandbag, but looking as if nothing had happened. 　　"He's here, how is it, it's okay?" The bald tattooed man stood up.