Chapter 102: Visitors from Headquarters

On the sixth floor of the Limit Gym, within the vast and empty training hall, Luo Feng activated the punch-force testing machine. The screen lit up.

“I’ll start without using the Nine-Thunder Blade Technique’s method. I’ll use my normal strength,” Luo Feng slightly adjusted his breathing. In an instant, he resembled a charging gorilla, his right shoulder and arm surging forward with a powerful momentum, delivering a punch along an arcing trajectory.

Bang!

A deep sound, like a drum being struck, echoed through the hall. The punching target vibrated violently, and the testing machine’s screen displayed a line of numbers—“9981KG.”

“Oh, such a huge increase,” Luo Feng smiled joyfully. “Last time it was 6121KG, so this time I’ve increased by over 3000KG in three months.” In truth, this result was somewhat expected. Normally, after life-or-death battles, training progress accelerated.

That was why, during the month he spent in City 003, Luo Feng had made tremendous progress. Then, during the nearly two months he spent at home, he had just mastered the third layer of the Nine-Thunder Blade Technique before returning home, which significantly increased his rate of progress compared to before.

Three months of accumulated effort had brought him to this level.

“According to general physical data, 4000kg to 8000kg is the range of High Warrior class. From 8000kg to 16000kg is the range of Low Warlord class. In other words, my current physical strength rivals that of a typical Low Warlord.”

Smiling, Luo Feng slightly gathered his strength again.

This time, he intended to use the Nine-Thunder Blade Technique’s method. However, it was somewhat disappointing—although he had already purchased the first four layers of the Nine-Thunder Blade Technique, he had been unable to master the fourth layer despite months of effort. At most, his control over his entire body’s strength had become more precise.

Haa!

With a low shout, his breath shot out like an arrow from his mouth. As he shouted, Luo Feng’s right arm instantly slashed through space. In that brief moment, it accelerated multiple times, instantly breaking the sound barrier and producing a terrifying sonic boom. The hammer-like punch struck the target with immense force.

Boom!

The target swung violently backward before rebounding.

“Awesome!” Luo Feng turned to look at the screen.

The screen hesitated slightly before displaying a line of numbers—‘28081KG’.

“Hmm, from 9981kg multiplied by 2.8, the calculation would be approximately…” Luo Feng did a quick mental calculation. “Around 27947kg. So I’ve exceeded 28000kg. Not bad.” He was quite satisfied with this number. A punch force of 28000kg was truly terrifying.

That was a punch force of 28 tons!

An ordinary truck only weighs a few tons. One can imagine how powerful such a punch would be.

According to physical data, 16000kg to 32000kg falls within the range of Mid Warlord class. However, even among Mid Warlords, there was a significant difference between someone barely reaching the lower limit of 16000kg and a seasoned Mid Warlord. Luo Feng, if he were to slash with his blade now, would be considered formidable even among Mid Warlords.

…

Wutong, the gym director of the Limit Gym, often visited the gym.

A sonic boom?

Wutong, in a quiet room on the fifth floor, suddenly heard the sonic boom from the sixth floor and was startled. “Which expert managed to produce a sonic boom?” Wutong quickly transformed into a blur, rushing directly up the stairs to the sixth floor. The training hall on the sixth floor was empty except for one person—Luo Feng!

At this moment, Luo Feng was still in front of the punch-force testing machine, contemplating his current level of strength.

“Hmm?” Luo Feng turned his head. “Uncle Wu.”

“Damn, it’s you who made that sonic boom? Let me see how strong your punch is.” Wutong approached Luo Feng in astonishment. However, when his eyes fell upon the numbers displayed on the punch-force testing machine, he couldn’t help but freeze for a moment. “28081KG?”

Wutong couldn’t help but stare at Luo Feng, as if he were some kind of monster. “Did you really do that?”

“Who else could it be?” Luo Feng smiled. “Although my physical strength alone isn’t that strong.”

“It’s the Nine-Thunder Blade Technique?” Wutong immediately guessed. He had long known that Luo Feng had purchased the Nine-Thunder Blade Technique manual, but even though many powerful martial artists with money had bought it, many couldn’t even grasp the basics.

“Even with the Nine-Thunder Blade Technique, this shouldn’t be so exaggerated. What’s your normal punch force now? And how many layers of the Nine-Thunder Blade Technique have you mastered?” Wutong pressed further.

Luo Feng smiled and replied, “My normal punch force is around 10,000kg, and I’ve mastered the third layer of the Nine-Thunder Blade Technique. Recently, I’ve been unable to grasp the fourth layer no matter how hard I try.” Regarding the speed of his progress in the Nine-Thunder Blade Technique, Luo Feng had no intention of hiding it. His strength was bound to attract some attention.

Revealing some of his strengths could be beneficial.

As for his identity as a Mentalist, Luo Feng had no intention of revealing it. Not only because the Scorpion and Vulture couple were still searching for the killer, but even before this “highly sought-after” incident, Luo Feng had always been reluctant to publicly disclose his identity as a Mentalist… because globally, martial artists were already quite rare, and Mentalists were even rarer!

Every Mentalist would stir up a great deal of attention.

“You’re a monster, you really are. You’re just too abnormal,” Wutong couldn’t help but punch Luo Feng lightly on the chest. “I always knew you had talent. After all, you were recruited early by our Limit Martial Arts Gym. It’s already shocking enough that your physical strength has reached the level of a Low Warlord. But I’m not that surprised. There are others who progress faster than you. But… you’ve managed to master the third layer of the Nine-Thunder Blade Technique in just half a year! That’s just too abnormal. You’re a monster, a monster!”

No one is perfect!

There are people in the world whose physical strength improves rapidly. For example, during the Great Nirvana Period, in just a few years, the world’s top two fighters, Hong and Thunder God, became beings surpassing the War God level, capable of flying in the air! They grew to such a level in just a few years.

One can imagine that there are still some super geniuses in the world!

However, the mastery of the Nine-Thunder Blade Technique depends on one’s comprehension and talent. Luo Feng’s rapid physical improvement combined with his ability to reach the third layer of the Nine-Thunder Blade Technique in just half a year places him in the category of a freak genius. Globally, perhaps only one or two such freaks appear in a year.

“Quick, test your speed. Let me see,” Wutong enthusiastically went over to turn on the speed testing machine.

Luo Feng smiled.

Swoosh!

In an instant, he burst into motion, like an arrow released from a bowstring, and then came to a stop.

The speed testing machine displayed a line of numbers—“128m/s.”

“That’s decent, about average for a Low Warlord level,” Wutong nodded with a smile.

Luo Feng was also satisfied.

He clearly understood that as a martial artist’s physical strength improves, their power continues to increase!

Power was one thing, but speed… the faster one gets, the harder it becomes to improve further. Because the faster one moves, whether running, dodging, or shifting positions, the greater the air resistance becomes. The faster the speed, the greater the resistance, making it increasingly difficult to improve speed.

“Speed of 128 meters per second, punch force around 10,000KG, and with the Nine-Thunder Blade Technique, it’s around 28,000KG. My neural reaction test result is ‘Mid Warlord level, superior’.” Luo Feng often conducted neural reaction training, so he was well aware of his current level.

With his micro-level movement techniques, and a vague sense of the “Perfect Level,” Luo Feng’s dodging skills were truly astonishing.

…

As Luo Feng and Wutong chatted, at the airport in the main district of Jiangnan Base City.

The airport was a rather unfamiliar term.

Since the Great Nirvana Period, the skies were filled with many aerial beast mutants, raising the requirements for “airliners” to an unimaginable degree. The cost of a single airliner was more extravagant than an aircraft carrier before the Great Nirvana. Today’s so-called “airliners” had long since become irrelevant to the general public.

Indeed, such airliners still existed, but for ordinary people, each ticket was a sky-high price. Even for the wealthy, buying a single plane ticket was something they hesitated to do.

…

In the airport waiting area, the president of the Limit Gym headquarters and his three department heads—the four major powerhouses of the Limit Gym in Jiangnan Base City—were all waiting in the lounge.

“He’s here!” Zhuge Tao smiled and looked toward the sky.

Swoosh!

A blur appeared almost instantaneously above the airport, then rapidly decelerated, passing through the city’s defense system before gently landing. It was a massive, saucer-shaped airliner, painted in a deep blue hue, with a diameter of about thirty to forty meters. The deep blue glow reflecting from its surface was mesmerizing.

Beep!

The saucer-shaped airliner’s hatch opened, and a stairway extended downward. The four major figures of the Limit Gym immediately approached the stairway of the saucer-shaped aircraft. Those who could directly approach the aircraft to wait for boarding were all individuals of high status—only a dozen or so people in total.

Passengers began to disembark one by one along the stairs, each of them holding significant status.

One must understand…

Globally, such airliners were extremely rare!

Because to fly in the sky and ensure safety, the outer layer of the entire aircraft was generally made of materials comparable to the 9-series combat suits and 9-series martial artist weapons. Although it was only a thin layer of material, it was fully capable of withstanding attacks from high-level lord-class flying beast mutants! Additionally, the entire aircraft was equipped with expensive onboard laser cannons!

These onboard laser cannons could easily eliminate any “King-class beast mutants” daring to approach the airliner.

All of this ensured the airliner’s safety. But it also made its manufacturing cost reach an astonishing level!

Take the 9-series Blood Shadow Blade, for example. The full price at the martial arts gym was 3 billion, half price was 1.5 billion, and the premium price at the War God Palace was 1 billion. Its production cost was around 800 to 900 million. The cost of just the materials used, such as the Kelo alloy, was around 600 million. The outer layer of the entire airliner was made of such materials.

A saucer-shaped airliner with a diameter of thirty to forty meters, although only a thin layer of material on the outside, due to its high density, added up to about thirty tons. The cost of just the Kelo alloy material alone reached 200 billion yuan!

Combined with onboard laser cannons and other systems…

The manufacturing cost of a single saucer-shaped airliner far exceeded the cost of an aircraft carrier before the Great Nirvana. Not to mention the annual maintenance costs of such a saucer-shaped airliner were also staggering! Every time it encountered an attack from a flock of aerial beast mutants during a flight, it would naturally need to counterattack, consuming a significant amount of energy.

Therefore, the ticket prices for these airliners were exorbitant—so high that even the average wealthy person hesitated to pay.

“Old Yang!” the president of the Limit Gym headquarters called out with a smile.

A middle-aged man in a gray robe walked over with a smile. “Iron Hand, ha ha, long time no see.”

“Old Yang, you’re here this time to verify Luo Feng’s abilities, right? A Low Warlord at 19 years old is quite impressive. He qualifies for ‘Elite Training.’ Come on, this is a small matter. Let’s brothers have a chat first. It’s been almost eight years since we last met,” the president of the Limit Gym headquarters chuckled.