Chapter 3 Yanwu Gym

7:30 in the morning.

Chen Feng got up, brushed his teeth, turned on the induction cooker, and boiled water to steam eggs.

The thought of getting some more sleep shattered; he couldn't fall asleep at all.

He took out a box of milk from the fridge and soon had it heated in the microwave. As usual, he finished breakfast with two eggs, a slice of bread, and a box of milk.

Perhaps due to an increase in physical fitness, Chen Feng noticed that his appetite had also grown slightly.

In the past week, such a breakfast usually left him about 90% full.

But now, it felt more like 80%?

"Strong muscles need adequate protein to maintain."

"Correspondingly, the higher the physical fitness, the more nutrition is needed to support it."

Chen Feng wasn't surprised by his increased appetite, as it fully demonstrated that he was indeed getting stronger.

For a moment, he looked forward even more to his progress in Sandboxing.

He even wondered if, should his proficiency level break through to the next stage, would his four-dimensional attributes increase?

"Really wish it were evening already."

His eyes sparkled, this was the first time Chen Feng had felt such a craving.

Then, making use of the morning time,

He took out his phone and looked at the nearby recruitment information until one o'clock in the afternoon, then changed into a black short-sleeved shirt and trousers and left the house.

...

High-rises abound both sides of the street, bustling with people coming and going.

The beep of horns could be heard intermittently, as gasoline and electric cars drove on the roads.

Everything looked very similar to Earth, but Chen Feng knew that this was no longer the same time and space.

First and foremost, the technology.

Chen Feng looked out, and could see in the distance at the roadside, a red sedan with two flying wings zooming through the air at a low altitude of two meters, its tail emitting a faint blue flame.

Whoosh!

Skirts flared up of passersby, and even the wig of a middle-aged man was blown off.

"Damn it, it's the flying car gangs again!"

"Such rotten luck!"

The obvious speeding attracted quite a lot of attention, and soon a similar-looking blue and white vehicle belonging to the Security Bureau gave chase, also emitting flames.

Flying Car.

A technological product of this world.

Capable of driving on the ground like a regular car, as well as activating flight mode, spreading its wings, and flying at high speeds several meters above the ground.

This single aspect alone surpassed Chen Feng's knowledge from his previous life, far more advanced than Earth.

Apart from that,

Chen Feng crossed the street along the sidewalk, looking up at a huge electronic screen on a tall building.

A city boxing match was being broadcast live, showing two stout men engaging in a bout on the ring.

Fist-to-flesh combat, many passersby stopped to watch.

"City Boxing Matches..."

His eyes flickering, Chen Feng thought of another difference in this world.

Polar hegemony, powerful alliances.

Chi Country, where he was located, was one of the poles, belonging to an empire form, opposing the Western Platinum Federation.

After a global war known as the Radiant Revolution, technology rapidly developed and peace continued for one hundred and twenty years.

Perhaps because of this, martial arts competitions were particularly thriving in this world.

From the most primitive violence, amateur brawls,

To the divisions of Martial Arts Sects, reserved for professional Martial Artists.

From low to high, Amateur Ninth Rank, Professional Seventh Level...

Any event related to martial arts was bound to be in the spotlight, with very high rewards.

For this reason, many Martial Arts Halls existed in this world, and the number of martial arts enthusiasts significantly exceeded that of Earth in his previous life.

Tap tap!

Suddenly, with these thoughts flashing through his mind, Chen Feng had already stepped up to the entrance of the Martial Arts Hall.

The sign "Yanwu Gym" was hung on the second floor above the ground, and through the floor-to-ceiling windows, one could see dozens of people inside.

Some were training their physical fitness or using equipment, others were practicing moves or hitting punching bags, presenting quite a spectacle.

Whoosh!

Without delay, Chen Feng pushed open the glass door and entered, quickly changing clothes in the dressing room.

"Chen Feng!"

Someone greeted him, Chen Feng nodded in acknowledgment.

The person was thin, about 1.78 meters tall with shaggy long hair, named Lin Hao.

He was a fellow student from the same period in the Martial Arts Hall, barely considered an acquaintance.

"Didn't see you yesterday?" Chen Feng casually responded.

"Hey, I took a day off yesterday due to some urgent matters," Lin Hao said with a smile while pointing his lips towards several figures on the practice field.

"Look over there, Xu Dongtai really hits hard, knocked down Zheng Qiang with just two punches."

Following Lin Hao's direction, Chen Feng saw a sturdy young man falling to the ground, his face bruised and swollen, looking quite embarrassed.

In contrast, another person standing in the field looked exceedingly confident.

He was nearly 1.85 meters tall, with a buzz cut and a silver earring on his left ear, his gaze compelling.

His muscular body was quite eye-catching, and his thick arms hanging by his sides made it seem suffocating merely to stand there.

"What happened?"

"Ah, it started with some verbal sparring, you know, Zheng Qiang, why mess with Xu Dongtai?"

"And it was during a match on the platform, even the coach couldn't have said much..." Lin Hao briefly replied, shaking his head halfway through.

Chen Feng understood but didn't express any opinion.

Xu Dongtai has a good physical talent, praised more than once by the coach for his Boxing talent, and his progress in Sandboxing surpasses ordinary people.

However, he's somewhat difficult to get along with, used to being domineering in training classes.

"What are you looking at, do you all want to spar with my Brother Dong?"

"Come on, why not get up here and practice?"

Xu Dongtai's sidekicks shouted loudly, glaring at several people, including Chen Feng.

Most people didn't want to stir up trouble, restrained themselves, helped Zheng Qiang up, and continued practicing Boxing.

"Damn, Zhou Xin, this little guy really knows how to ride on others' coattails."

Lin Hao cursed softly, then saw Chen Feng turning around and walking alone to a corner.

"What are you doing?"

"Practicing boxing."

With a bland reply, Chen Feng was unfazed by external disturbances.

There's only one reason for all disadvantages.

Weakness.

Thus, he just wanted to silently train and become stronger.

Whoo!

Suddenly, after a brief stretching exercise and a warm-up, he was ready.

Chen Feng stood still, took a deep breath.

His fingers clenched tightly, guided by insight and memory, he thrust out his right arm.

Whoosh!

His fist was straight, his elbow slightly bent.

The most fundamental straight punch.

However, different from before, this time, Chen Feng felt more acutely the smooth exertion of force.

It was like all the muscles in his body were engaged, with back and waist strength bursting forth.

His eyes brightened, and without pausing, he stepped forward and launched his left fist.

Whoosh!

The elbow bent more noticeably, a standard left hook.

As the punch blasted out, Chen Feng finally understood the difference between an untrained Sandboxing practitioner and an Entry-level.

The former could only be said to barely grasp the movements, but the force was uncoordinated.

The latter truly mastered the principles of the movement, every punch driving the participation of more muscle groups.

Instantly, he fully adapted to the changes after entering the Entry level of Sandboxing.

Chen Feng freely swung his fists and soon immersed in his solo practice.

"This guy, how come he seems to have improved a lot?"

Lin Hao was somewhat surprised but doubted his judgment since he was also an amateur.

Time passed, sweat dripped and gradually soaked Chen Feng's clothes.

During this period, some were resting due to muscular soreness, while others still clenched their teeth and persisted.

Meanwhile, Coach Lu of the Sandboxing training class appeared quietly, observing everyone's practice and occasionally giving pointers.

His gaze lingered on Xu Dongtai, watching the impressive force and sound of his punches, and he inwardly nodded.

"Xu Dongtai's talent is indeed good, reaching the level of Amateur Fourth Rank, he might have a chance to pass the assessment."

"But this guy is too wild, he even injured Zheng Qiang today..."

Shaking his head, Coach Lu withdrew his gaze, his thoughts turning.

Currently, not a few were resting.

The focused Chen Feng in the corner caught his attention unintentionally.

"Oh? Entered the stage of Sandboxing?"

Not too surprised, he had already seen that the other wasn't far from Entry-level.

But...

"He is diligent, unfortunately… his Talent is a bit lacking."

For Sandboxing Entry-level among these students, it was considered mediocre, not particularly outstanding.

Slightly shaking his head, Coach Lu soon quietly left.