After being reborn into this life, although he inherited the experience of his past life, his tactical operations in combat were by no means those of a raw recruit.
Yet if he were to truly compare his current combat strength with that of his past life, it came as no surprise that if the present Zhou Yang were to face his former self, he would be dispatched in a matter of minutes.
After all, in his past life, he had undergone rigorous, long-term specialized training, pushing his physical endurance and strength to a certain height.
In this lifetime, although he had spent some time on mountain foraging, compared to the grueling training of his past life, it was merely a drop in the ocean and completely inadequate.
Therefore, Zhou Yang knew that if he wanted to recover the combat strength of his past life and make mountain foraging safer and easier, he had to formulate a daily training regimen for himself.
Through long-term, cumulative training, he needed to push his physical strength as close as possible to what it had been in his past life.
Meanwhile, Zhou Zhiguo kept staring at Zhou Yang, yet he didn't dare to utter a single word.
After finishing his chores, Zhou Yang cast one final glare at Zhou Zhiguo before leaving.
In the moonlight, Zhou Zhiguo was curled up on a bed of straw. Zhou Yang watched him, his gaze cold—whether from the reflection of the moonlight or simply out of extreme disgust for Zhou Zhiguo, it was hard to tell.
With that, Zhou Yang went back inside…
Chapter 97