Villa move-in and family's joy.
Luo Zheng giving Luo Feng the System rewards (combat suit + flying blades + flying knives only for now).
The Primary Breathing Method training — both succeed, Luo Feng as a genius, Luo Zheng even stronger with the system.
Dojo summons — demonstration of their strength before the crowd.
Explanation of Earth's power rankings, with strength, speed numbers.
Reaction from the dojo higher-ups, nicknames murmured by the crowd.
The System mission for beast-ear collection revealed at the end.
I'll make sure this rewrite stays above 2000 words and reads like a proper chapter from your novel. Here we go:
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Chapter Five – The Breathing of Monsters
The move into the villa was like stepping into another world. For the Luo family, who had lived years in a damp low-rent house where the roof leaked every rainy season, the sudden leap into wealth and comfort was almost unbelievable. The villa stood tall on its private street, three stories of reinforced concrete and alloy, with wide glass windows and polished floors that gleamed even in the dim evening light.
When they first walked in, Luo Hong Guo paced the living room as though afraid his heavy footsteps might dirty the place. His eyes widened at the sheer space, his hands touching the leather couches, the shining coffee table, the neat rows of bookshelves. "This… this really belongs to us?" he muttered, still in disbelief.
Gong Xin Lan was already wiping her eyes with a handkerchief. "No leaks… no drafts… no cracked walls. We… we don't deserve this much." She sniffled, her voice trembling as she walked from the kitchen into the dining room and back again, overwhelmed by the thought that this home, so grand and comfortable, belonged to their family.
Luo Hai darted up the stairs, his laughter echoing. "A whole floor to myself!" He leaned over the railing, waving excitedly. "Dad! Mom! Come look at the balcony!"
But Luo Feng and Luo Zheng didn't rush to claim their rooms. They stood quietly in the training hall on the ground floor — a wide chamber with alloy walls and reinforced floors built specifically for martial practice. Both brothers understood: this villa was more than just a house. It was a symbol of the path they had chosen — and of the burden they now carried.
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The Rewards of Trust
Once the family had settled and the villa had grown quiet, Luo Zheng turned to his brother in the training hall. His ruby-red eyes glowed faintly in the light. Without speaking, he lifted his hand.
The air rippled.
From the System's storage, three items appeared, each radiating an aura of power:
A combat suit, woven from rare SS-grade fibers. Its surface shimmered crimson, threaded with streaks of black-silver, fierce and regal — like fire captured in cloth.
A pair of twin flying blades, crimson and black, their edges humming with restrained killing intent.
And a set of flying knives, streamlined, deadly, and aligned in the same color scheme — a weapon made for both precision and slaughter.
Luo Feng's sapphire eyes widened. "Brother… these are—"
"Yours," Luo Zheng said, his tone flat but firm. He pushed the items toward his twin. "Take them."
"But… how did you—" Luo Feng began, his hand hovering uncertainly.
"Does it matter?" Luo Zheng's gaze sharpened. "Do you trust me or not?"
There was a long pause. Then Luo Feng exhaled and let out a faint laugh. "Always." His smile softened, carrying both gratitude and warmth. "You've always been like this, Zheng. Silent, cold to others… but to me, always reliable."
He reached forward and accepted the treasures, his hands trembling slightly as he ran his fingers over the combat suit's surface. He didn't need explanations. His brother had his secrets — and Luo Feng trusted them.
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The Breathing of Monsters
That night, the brothers began their true cultivation.
On the polished alloy floor of the training hall, a thin booklet lay open between them. The cover bore only three words, etched in old-fashioned script: Primary Breathing Method.
Every martial warrior in the world knew this was the foundation of power. It was a technique that allowed one to draw in the faint, invisible cosmic energy that lingered in the atmosphere. Without it, a man's limits were his muscles and bones; with it, a warrior could transform his body, strengthening his cells, refining his blood, becoming something beyond human.
But the Primary Breathing Method was notoriously difficult. Most who attempted it spent weeks, even months, before they could sense the slightest ripple of cosmic energy.
Luo Feng closed his eyes, his breathing slow, steady. His brow furrowed as he tried to follow the method's strange rhythm. His chest rose and fell, sweat soon trickling down his forehead. "This is… harder than I thought," he muttered under his breath.
Beside him, Luo Zheng sat like a statue, his back straight, his face calm. In his mind, the System provided subtle guidance, correcting his rhythm, pointing out flaws invisible to the human eye. Slowly, faint strands of energy began to drift toward him. His body responded, veins pulsing, cells awakening. A faint crimson aura shimmered around him — the mark of his spiritual energy.
Hours passed. Midnight deepened. The villa was silent, the only sound the synchronized heartbeats of the twins.
Then—
BOOM!
Luo Feng's body jolted. His eyes snapped open, wide with shock, as energy surged through his limbs like a flood. His fists clenched tightly, veins bulging. He could feel it — his body wasn't the same. It was stronger, denser, more alive.
He staggered to his feet and moved to the strength-testing machine in the corner. His knuckles cracked as he threw a punch.
BANG!
The screen lit up: 1,600 kg.
Luo Feng froze, staring. Just a day ago, his limit had been barely over 900. Now, after a single night of cultivating the Primary Breathing Method, his strength had nearly doubled.
"I… I really did it," he whispered, his voice trembling. A smile spread across his face, half in disbelief, half in ecstasy. "This technique is… monstrous."
Beside him, Luo Zheng exhaled slowly and rose to his feet. His crimson aura pulsed faintly. He stepped forward and struck the machine with a calm, measured punch.
BOOM!
The screen flared: 2,050 kg.
The room fell silent. Luo Feng's jaw dropped.
His brother stood quietly, his cold expression unchanged, as if the result was nothing surprising. "Not bad," Luo Zheng murmured softly, his voice calm, almost indifferent.
Luo Feng laughed, shaking his head. "You monster. I finally break through, and you're already two steps ahead." But there was no envy in his voice — only admiration.
Together, they had taken their first step toward the future.
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Summoned by the Dojo
The very next day, word of their breakthrough reached the dojo. Both twins were summoned to the Zhi'an branch headquarters.
The great hall buzzed with the chatter of young martial trainees. When the twins entered, silence rippled through the crowd. Dozens of eyes followed them — some filled with awe, others with envy.
> "The Evil Twins…"
"Mad Twin and Cold Twin… I heard they both broke through already."
"It's insane. They're not even full warriors yet."
On the platform at the front stood Instructor Jiang Nian. He raised his hand, and the hall fell silent. His eyes scanned the room before fixing on the twins.
"Listen closely," he said. "You all aim to be fighters. But before you dream of greatness, you must understand the ranks of power in our world."
He gestured to the massive testing machines behind him.
Quasi-Warrior Candidate: Fist strength between 800 – 999 kg, speed over 25 m/s, reflexes sharp enough to dodge a low-level beast.
Quasi-Warrior: Officially recognized once you surpass 900 kg consistently and complete the wilderness trial.
Junior Fighter: Strength above 1,500 kg, speed beyond 35 m/s.
Intermediate Fighter: 3,000 – 5,000 kg.
Advanced Fighter: 6,000 kg and beyond.
Warlord-Level Fighters: Monsters among men, with tens of thousands of kg in strength. Capable of single-handedly crushing beast hordes.
War God-Level: The pinnacle of human might. As of now, the strongest on Earth is Hong — number one under heaven.
The hall went dead silent at that name. Even the boldest students lowered their gazes in reverence.
Jiang Nian let the silence linger before calling, "Luo Feng. Step forward."
Luo Feng inhaled, his sapphire eyes sharp. He approached the machine and slammed his fist forward.
BOOM!
The numbers rose: 1,600 kg.
Gasps erupted across the hall.
"Already a fighter-level!"
"At his age?!"
Before the whispers faded, Jiang Nian's gaze shifted. "Luo Zheng."
The white-haired twin stepped forward calmly, his crimson eyes steady. Without hesitation, he unleashed his fist.
BOOM!
The screen flashed: 2,050 kg.
The murmurs exploded into chaos.
"Two thousand!"
"The Cold Twin is a monster!"
"Mad Twin and Cold Twin… together, who can stop them?"
Even Jiang Nian's eyes betrayed shock before he masked it. He spoke loudly, "Remember their names — Luo Feng and Luo Zheng. These two will shake the future."
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The Dojo's Intentions
After the demonstration, the twins were led into a private chamber. There, the branch master himself awaited — a man in black uniform, his aura sharp, oppressive.
He studied the brothers for a long moment. "You two are no longer just students. The dojo will support you fully."
He placed two black jade tokens on the table. "These grant you full access to the dojo's martial store. Pass the trial, and you'll be able to exchange merits for techniques and treasures. Do not waste this opportunity."
The brothers bowed respectfully.
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A System Mission
That night, when the villa was silent again, Luo Zheng sat cross-legged in the dark. The cold voice of the System rang in his mind.
> [System Mission: Collect 20 Beast Ears during the Quasi-Warrior Trial.]
Reward: Twin Resonance Shields (SS Grade) + Technique Comprehension Card (1 Level).
Luo Zheng's crimson eyes gleamed faintly in the dark. He looked across the room where Luo Feng slept peacefully, his chest rising and falling.
A quiet smile touched his lips.
This time, his brother would not walk alone.
This time, the Evil Twins would rise together.
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