But facing Cheng Ye, he couldn’t help but want to express some of the panic in his heart, to seek some solace.

"Tide Level..."

Cheng Ye nodded slightly, instantly understanding that the fierce battles erupting occasionally at night were due to the infection tides arriving.

As a second-level threat among the infection tides, the tide level contains at least a thousand infected bodies.

If these infected bodies were all infected by the same source, dealing with them would be relatively easier.

The trouble lies in the fact that infection tides are often mixed with various types of infected bodies, some excel at hard defense, some specialize in violent assaults, others are good at ambushing, and there are special types capable of range attacks.

With so many types mixed together, dealing with them is absolutely more challenging than dealing with Stand-In Starfish of a higher scale like the Plague Level.

"Director Miao doesn’t need to worry too much, this hurdle will eventually be overcome."

Cheng Ye paused and offered comfort, "Even if Happiness City always maintains its current scale without development, as the external environment worsens further and the next era of expansion arrives, we’ll inevitably face such winters. Rather than delaying and letting problems accumulate, it’s better to face them sooner now, which is more secure."

"What you say is indeed right."

Miao Yang felt slightly reassured, forcing a faint smile as he shifted the subject, "Speaking of which, Inspector Cheng’s Nourishing Power has improved recently. I was worried you’d struggle with pent-up anger without a vent, and if one day it erupted, harming yourself would be terrible. Now it seems my worries were unfounded."

He paused and curiously asked, "Have you already inherited Mr. Wuji’s Breaking Limits style?"

"No." Cheng Ye shook his head, answering truthfully.

Although Liu Bi arranged for someone to send the martial arts videos left by Cheng Long, his martial arts talent is not particularly good, and relying solely on the videos, he couldn’t grasp much of the essence.

Moreover, the so-called Breaking Limits style is essentially a complete high-intensity training plan.

Through continuously increasing training intensity, forcibly enhancing the body’s tolerance limits.

But clearly, this style isn’t suitable for his current state and goals; it’s more apt for those with mediocre talent yet extremely determined to defy fate.

"Oh?"

Miao Yang stopped abruptly, eyes filled with curiosity.

He pointed at the empty training grounds and said, "Want to try?"

"Precisely my intention."

It’s been nearly half a month since he last came to this familiar site.

Cheng Ye threw the bag to Wang Kang, took off his jacket, and his muscles and bones cracked loudly.

"Oh, impressive, you’ve nourished power into bones so quickly!"

Seeing Cheng Ye’s muscles crack as he warmed up, Miao Yang’s eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, and he followed suit, exerting with his hips.

The sound of muscle and bone crackled, matching Cheng Ye’s sound-yet more refined, after all, he’s a veteran who opened twelve excellent Tendon Gates and embraced the Embryo Realm for many years.

The two walked barefoot to the center of the martial arts field, didn’t rush to take action, but instead extended a hand to feel each other’s power exertion method through the handshake.

As his fingers touched Cheng Ye’s palm, Miao Yang’s expression suddenly changed.

It was like touching a chunk of iron; once Cheng Ye’s muscles tightened, an indescribably strong force surged through the arm.

After a few tentative pulls and tugs, his mouth involuntarily twitched, he could barely withstand this force?

"My gosh, did you take beast medicine?"

Miao Yang abruptly withdrew his hand, instinctively retreated two steps to stabilize himself, eyes full of amazement.

"What do you say?" Cheng Ye grinned, already aware of his improvement.

During the handshake, he used only seventy percent force, yet already felt the resistance from Miao Yang’s arm.

Now, purely in terms of strength, he feels not inferior at all to experts with twelve excellent Tendon Gates.

If he exerted full force, he might touch the threshold of top-tier Tendon Gates.

Indeed... it’s the power of numbers!

"Again!"

Challenged, Miao Yang, eyes resolute, his whole aura suddenly changed.

With surging qi and blood, he entered a focused combat state exclusive to the Embryo Realm.

Cheng Ye didn’t immediately equip the Iron Body, instead, he met the attack in his usual state.

Thump.

Miao Yang attacked first, his body darting like an arrow launched, fist carrying a gust of wind aimed straight at the face.

His pupils shrank, catching Cheng Ye’s left shoulder sinking—a precursor to a right fist strike!

Just as expected, Cheng Ye didn’t mask his move, a direct and upright Beng Fist was launched.

Miao Yang habitually rotated to retreat, narrowly avoiding the fist, yet saw Cheng Ye’s fist hadn’t retracted, left leg sweeping like a heavy hammer, the angle treacherous, perfectly sealing his retreat.

"Quick reaction!"

Miao Yang silently praised, arms crossed into a Cross for defense.

However, the moment bones collided with arms, his expression changed drastically.

A boiling torrent exploded along the bones, this power wasn’t something ’blocking’ could resolve, more akin to being hit by a battering ram, arms numb, body uncontrollably stepping back two paces.

This...

Miao Yang’s heart surged with shock waves.

He remembered when they first sparred here, Cheng Ye’s punches and whip legs were easily defended.

Yet today, while seemingly defending, the results were different.

The immense power penetrated the block, directly shaking his qi and blood.

"Director Miao, don’t hold back, defense isn’t your strong suit."

Cheng Ye stood his ground, didn’t chase, jokingly taunting.