Chapter Seventy-Nine: You’ve Awakened Your Physical Potential?

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“What happened?” Wang Yiran walked gracefully to Qin Anyi’s side and asked. She was curious about how Qin Anyi managed to trigger his body’s potential, but she didn’t voice the question. Qin Anyi’s behavior was far too unusual, and at this moment, Wang Yiran’s worry outweighed her curiosity.

“I didn’t expect you to be wearing black underwear. I thought, given your personality, it would surely be white.” Qin Anyi lay on his back, chuckling with a mischievous, indecorous smile.

Only then did Wang Yiran remember she was wearing a short skirt. Standing in front of Qin Anyi like this, from his angle, the view beneath her skirt would be fully exposed to his eyes.

Her cheeks flushed instantly. Without thinking, she stomped on Qin Anyi’s face. “Go to hell!” After stepping on him, Wang Yiran, still fuming, crossed her legs and sat down beside him, tugging her skirt down to avoid exposing herself while seated. If she hadn’t been startled by Qin Anyi’s frenzied training earlier, she would surely have noticed this sooner, she thought angrily.

“It’s nothing. Just feeling a bit frustrated, wanted to vent,” Qin Anyi said, a footprint still visible on his face, staring absentmindedly at the ceiling of the training room, his expression vacant.

“Weren’t you supposed to have dinner with Weidong’s father today? Why did you suddenly want to see me?” Wang Yiran noticed Qin Anyi didn’t want to talk about it and changed her question.

“Yiran, if some of your beliefs were suddenly overturned, what would you do?” Qin Anyi still didn’t answer, instead posing an unrelated question.

“Beliefs overturned? So what? Our understanding of the world is always partial. Even if we suddenly discover some of our beliefs are wrong, what does it matter?” Wang Yiran replied, puzzled.

Qin Anyi paused. Maybe… it really was that simple. Was he just overthinking?

“What are you so tangled up about?”

“Nothing, just realized that my ideas all along have been too naive, and I’m feeling a bit hit by it.” Qin Anyi smiled helplessly, then suddenly performed a kip-up, sprang to his feet, and casually removed his clothes, tossing them to the ground with a thud, revealing a perfectly toned physique, leaving only his underwear to cover his most vital part.

Wang Yiran’s face flushed red again, instinctively wanting to turn away, but she suddenly noticed that the sound of Qin Anyi’s clothes hitting the floor was off—more like the dull thud of a heavy object. Wait! Had he been training all along while wearing a weighted suit?!

Wang Yiran parted her lips, replaying Qin Anyi’s training stats in her mind, and then factoring in the weighted suit. For a moment, her brain stalled. He must have triggered his body’s potential! Otherwise, the limits of a normal human could never reach those heights.

“What’s wrong? Are you mesmerized by my perfect physique?” Qin Anyi flexed his limbs, seeing Wang Yiran lost in thought, couldn’t resist teasing her.

Earlier, in order to vent fully, Qin Anyi had pushed himself to the brink, expending every ounce of strength in his body, which was why he collapsed in exhaustion. Yet, even after using up his last bit of energy, he didn’t feel overly tired; his enhanced body seemed to have greatly improved resistance in every aspect.

Moreover, after lying down for only a moment, Qin Anyi felt his strength rapidly returning. Thanks to his previous experience with continuous training, he understood that, although his training volume had reached a certain threshold in a short time, it hadn’t actually taxed his enhanced body. In other words, although the training seemed fierce, it didn’t yield much benefit—he was still far from his true limit.

This was a promising sign for Qin Anyi! The more training his body could withstand, the stronger he was—and the faster his abilities would advance! Just as with the rapid progress phase seen in professional sports training, there’s always a period of swift improvement, usually age-restricted, which inevitably plateaus even without waste. Therefore, every period of rapid progress must be seized tightly.

“Have you… already triggered your body’s potential?” Wang Yiran completely ignored Qin Anyi’s banter and stared at him with intense focus, asking.

“Looking at me like that makes me nervous,” Qin Anyi blinked. Wang Yiran’s gaze was too dangerous, making him feel like a lab rat.

“Answer me! Have you already triggered your body’s potential?” Wang Yiran’s tone rose, her emotions clearly stirred—a rare sight for her.

“My body has indeed improved today, but whether it counts as triggering my potential, I’m not sure,” Qin Anyi scratched his head. Although Qilin had told him about the potential-triggering serum, the original purpose had only been to repair his ruined body, restore him to normal—perhaps to the best possible normal state. As for any side effects or untapped effects of the serum, even Qilin didn’t know…

“Did you feel as if you were reborn? After your body improved, did you feel an inner and outer sense of comfort, as if some force had cleansed you?” Wang Yiran asked, slightly nervous.

Qin Anyi tilted his head, thought for a moment, then nodded. After saving that child, he did experience a similar transformation—and that exhilarating feeling let him know his body had improved, with a clear sense of progress.

“That’s it! That’s the hallmark of triggering your body’s potential—the beginning of unlocking the so-called gene lock!” Wang Yiran’s eyes were wide, her emotions soaring. “Likewise, triggering your body’s potential and unlocking the gene lock is the basic requirement to become a formal Dragon Rider!”

“The basic requirement for a formal Dragon Rider?” Qin Anyi looked at Wang Yiran’s rare excitement and suddenly thought of a possibility. “Is your goal this year to meet the standards to become a formal Dragon Rider?”

“Yes… Once I become a formal Dragon Rider, I’ll truly have autonomy. But to meet the standard, at minimum you must trigger your body’s potential—that’s my goal for this year!” Wang Yiran said with shining eyes, firmly.

“Seems… not that hard,” Qin Anyi considered. Since getting Qilin, it had only been half a month, and he already triggered his potential. It really didn’t seem difficult.

“Only freaks like you and Yi Qiu would think it’s not hard!” Wang Yiran exclaimed indignantly. “With nearly 1.5 billion people nationwide, those with the potential to unlock their gene lock number less than ten thousand! And among those, the probability of actually unlocking it is about one in ten thousand, and it requires special training methods! It’s maddening—why is it so easy for you?”

Because I fused with a combat AI, Qin Anyi answered inwardly. Then he realized, as Wang Yiran had said…

Wang Yiran sighed with emotion, then grabbed Qin Anyi’s arm. “Tell me everything that happened before and after your breakthrough, in detail—it might help me a lot.”