In Wang Kang's eyes, Cheng Ye seemed to see himself from two months ago.

Just passed the assessment, started his internship at Central Station, and was almost scared to death by the source of infection.

He then proactively asked Liu Bi for special training, a process he was all too familiar with.

But the two were ultimately different.

From the very beginning, his desire for power far exceeded Wang Kang's.

Moreover, having witnessed terrifying monsters beyond his comprehension, his craving for such power was even more intense.

But Wang Kang?

The fire in his eyes seemed more like frustration from his lack of strength to achieve his goals.

At the training ground.

Miao Yang just wanted to step forward to spar, but Cheng Ye waved him aside.

"Come on, you attack, I defend!"

"Alright!"

Both had emerged from the Inner City at the same time, though Cheng Ye now looked more than twice as robust as before. Wang Kang did not instinctively feel awe in the face of a stronger opponent.

Especially upon seeing this familiar face, he subconsciously recalled their scuffles in the Inner City.

Back then, he always had the upper hand, always the stronger one.

Bam.

Wang Kang launched a straight punch, and Cheng Ye opened his palm, wrapping his fist steadily, neutralizing the force in an instant.

"Hmm?"

Wang Kang's expression changed. He tried to pull his hand back, but found Cheng Ye's grip was like a pair of iron pliers, holding fast.

Tension gripped his heart as he quickly raised his left leg to kick, but as soon as he lifted it, Cheng Ye abruptly pulled him back, causing him to lose balance instantly.

Slap.

The sound of hitting the ground was particularly jarring.

A flash of astonishment swept across Wang Kang's eyes, soon followed by a surge of anger rising from within.

It was the frustration from witnessing thugs bully ordinary people, robbing Happiness Coins, and lacking the courage to intervene.

It was seeing migrants being forced into unfair trades by scavengers, yet being powerless to uphold justice.

It was the inability to bear it any longer, stepping in only to be chased and beaten by thugs.

It was... the frustration stemming from weakness!

"Very well, I can feel your anger!"

"Treat me as your enemy, bite me, defeat me, that's the only way to improve!"

Two phrases that seemed familiar came out of his mouth, making Cheng Ye pause slightly.

Liu Bi's teaching method wasn't as clear-cut as Miao Yang's, but at a certain moment, it felt like it unveiled all the mysteries.

Sure enough, Wang Kang was provoked, rushing in like a madman, punching and kicking.

Just as when he faced Liu Bi before, these attacks fell onto Cheng Ye, unable to even break through the basic defense.

Punches were easily deflected, and legs kicked were led astray, losing balance.

Every collision felt like crashing into a solid wall, only making him fall harder.

Cheng Ye stood still, hardly moving his feet, his gaze gradually growing somber.

He gradually realized that Wang Kang was entirely different from his past self.

Faced with the mighty Liu Bi, all he thought about was practicing hard and becoming stronger.

Wang Kang's current state was more like battling himself, an impotent rage with nowhere to vent, ignorant of the reason for wanting to become stronger.

"Stop!"

With a gentle push from Cheng Ye, Wang Kang sat straight on the ground, gasping heavily, his chest heaving like a bellows.

"Today is just the first day, tomorrow I'll arrange for you to go somewhere new."

"You're missing something within you, something fundamental to sustain your journey."

Liu Bi taught him ways to find anger, but it wasn't as effective as what he arranged for Wang Kang now.

But their worldviews were different; even witnessing the filth hidden under the sun, he may not feel much anger.

He'd only have a clearer realization of the need to keep getting stronger, strong enough to leave all these filthy matters behind and not get entangled with such muck.

Right now, what Wang Kang needs isn't the explosive force sparked by anger, but an obsession with understanding "why to be strong" from the root.

And this, precisely, is the core of the Idealist Faction.

"Take a break, once rested, practice the spear technique tonight, no need for hand-to-hand combat."

Long stood by awkwardly, not knowing where to place his hands, his face full of embarrassment.

Especially upon realizing midway that Wang Kang was also an Inspector, he felt even more at a loss.

"Sir, today..."

"No need to tell me; this is Wang Kang's own path. Later, guide him in practicing the spear technique."

Cheng Ye waved his hand, "I have new arrangements for tomorrow. Take him to the community for a day's work, let him wield a sledgehammer, demolish houses, as long as there's no life danger, don't interfere."

"Huh? Swing a sledgehammer?"

Long was dumbfounded, a trace of confusion on his rugged face.

"I visited the community today. This task suits him well, helping build strength and tempering spirit."

"Oh yes, before taking him there, circle around a few nearby districts, let him feel the difference between those places and our Zone B-7."

"Alright!"

Long could only nod, having no qualification to question or ask why Cheng Ye's instructions.

Yet he vaguely felt that Cheng Ye's training method seemed similar to the Pioneer Corps?

Prioritizing the cultivation of endurance and resilience, followed eventually by strength in other aspects.

"Inspector Cheng, you're getting stronger."

Miao Yang sat watching from the side, his gaze on Cheng Ye, with a tone of affirmation.

He clearly saw that Cheng Ye's ease in every move was far beyond what it was a few days ago.

"I'm not healed yet, so I can't spar with you for now."

Cheng Ye immediately interrupted, seeing the eagerness in Miao Yang's eyes, to halt that dangerous urge.

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