Chapter 104: The Shocked Envoy

In the depths of his consciousness, no one knew when the dark golden sphere would be exhausted, and Luo Feng didn’t dwell on it further.

March 1st, Thursday, marked the day the Hammer Team was set to depart.

On the first floor of the HR Alliance Mall, the five members of the Hammer Team gathered together.

“Freak, what are you looking at? Are you disappointed because that girl Xu Xin isn’t here?” Wei Tie teased with a grin. Luo Feng didn’t respond much. He had already called Xu Xin the night before. In fact, during the Spring Festival, Luo Feng and Xu Xin had even shared a lunch together and talked for a long time.

Luo Feng harbored secret feelings for Xu Xin, and Xu Xin also held affection for Luo Feng.

However, neither had broached the topic of their relationship.

Xu Xin’s reason was that she was still in school, and secondly, because the Xu family was a powerful and influential clan. Her choice of a boyfriend was not a simple matter. As for Luo Feng himself, the exorbitant bounty on his head from the Vulture Scorpion gang was still active, and the invisible pressure constantly weighed on him.

“When my strength increases significantly and I resolve this trouble, I’ll finally confess to Xu Xin,” Luo Feng clearly understood that both of them had their own difficulties, so naturally, neither broached their relationship.

Only occasional calls and occasional dates sufficed.

“Alright, let’s go,” Captain Gao Feng stood up.

“Haha, after the New Year, our bodies are getting rusty. Let’s go!” Wei Qing also laughed, and immediately Wei Tie, Chen Gu, and Luo Feng stood up as well. The five members of the Hammer Team boarded the HR Alliance’s dedicated vehicle to the train station, then took the train to the Southeast Military District Supply Base.

…

In the wilderness area, city 023.

The last time Luo Feng had stolen a dragon egg, the territory of the Ironclad Dragon was near the highway, on the outskirts. If Luo Feng were to travel the normal route to city 003, he might encounter the Ironclad Dragon! Having stolen its dragon egg, Luo Feng now dared not go near it and face the wrath of the Ironclad Dragon!

Within the ruins of an ancient-style building courtyard, Luo Feng and Gao Feng were cornering a massive bull-like beast forged entirely of steel armor. Its entire body was a fiery red, and from its nostrils, it exhaled two streams of white vapor, furiously attacking the one human it despised most—the young human male who constantly buzzed around it like a fly.

This bull-type beast belonged to the Ironclad Bull clan, known for its astonishing defensive capabilities. Its scales were entirely at the mid-level Beast Warrior tier.

The other two high-level Beast Soldier-tier Ironclad Bulls had already been dealt with by Wei Tie and Wei Qing.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

Luo Feng’s phantom-like movements were as swift as lightning, akin to a matador from the pre-Great Nirvana era skillfully evading the enraged Ironclad Bull. Though multiple wounds already adorned the beast’s body, they regrettably had minimal impact on its ferocity.

“Whoosh!”

A cold gleam flashed like lightning and thunder.

A spray of blood erupted as the Blood Shadow Blade slashed upward from beneath the Ironclad Bull’s neck, slicing in halfway before lightning-fast withdrawal and evasion followed.

“Roar~~”

The Ironclad Bull let out a low, unwilling roar, but with its throat cut, its roar was weak and hissed like air escaping. Then, the massive body collapsed with a thunderous crash, shaking the ground and cracking the stone paving beneath it.

“Brilliant!” Gao Feng praised enthusiastically.

“Freak, your movement techniques are getting better and better,” Wei Qing couldn’t help but admire.

Luo Feng himself was well aware that during his escape from the Ironclad Dragon’s lair—the Carrefour Supermarket—when he had narrowly escaped hundreds of Beast Warrior-level beasts, his instantaneous rapid calculations allowed him to match the ‘Perfect-Level’ movement techniques for 1.2 seconds. After briefly experiencing the Perfect-Level movement techniques this time, during the two months he spent at home.

At the Limit Dojo, Luo Feng frequently used the ‘Neural Response Testing Machine’ to train his movement techniques.

Movement techniques were divided into four levels: Basic-Level—Subtle-Level—Perfect-Level—Intent-Level.

After two months of rigorous training, Luo Feng had indeed touched upon a bit of the Perfect-Level sensation.

“Everyone must be tired. Today’s haul was good. Let’s return to the base and rest,” Captain Gao Feng said after dissecting the Ironclad Bull’s corpse and collecting materials. Wei Tie, Wei Qing, and Chen Gu responded in agreement: “Let’s go back.”

“You guys go back first.”

“I’ll hunt some more beasts to practice my blade techniques and movement methods, then I’ll find you later,” Luo Feng smiled.

“Young people are always full of energy,” Gao Feng, Chen Gu, and the others laughed. In the past few days, Luo Feng had been doing this every day—while the other team members felt tired and wanted to rest, Luo Feng would still go out alone to hunt beasts. However, everyone knew Luo Feng’s strength and didn’t try to stop him.

Gao Feng, Chen Gu, and the others left, leaving Luo Feng alone.

…

The sky was dark and gloomy.

Solo warrior Luo Feng, alone with his shield in one hand and his war blade in the other, moved through the streets and alleys of city 023, occasionally engaging in fierce battles with powerful Beast Warrior-level beasts or fighting against packs of beasts! City 023 was the former Suzhou. Many places still retained ancient-style architecture, but unfortunately, it had now become a paradise for beasts.

“Thud!”

“Slice!”

Blood sprayed into the air! Beast limbs flew in all directions!

Luo Feng repeatedly unleashed the third layer of “Nine Thunder Slashes,” frequently pushing himself to the limit, charging into packs of beasts to fight! Amidst the beasts, Luo Feng repeatedly tried to push his movement techniques to their limits, striving to use other beasts and the surrounding environment to his advantage.

After a long time…

Three hours after Gao Feng and the others had returned to rest, Luo Feng finally dragged his weary body to a small river to wash his combat suit before heading back. In just three hours, the number of beasts Luo Feng had killed was at least in the hundreds. However, the beasts’ reproductive capabilities were also extremely strong.

Even if Luo Feng didn’t kill them, the beasts needed food and would kill and eat weaker ones.

The combat suit was tightly structured, and water couldn’t penetrate its interior, making it impervious to needle-like attacks. A quick rinse washed away the beast blood.

…

On the sixth floor of a six-story residential building, the Hammer Team was stationed.

“Back already?” Gao Feng and the others looked toward the door as Luo Feng walked in.

“Yeah, I killed eight Beast Warrior-level beasts,” Luo Feng took out the materials from the eight Beast Warrior-level beasts from his backpack and placed them on the ground. “I’ll go cultivate my genetic energy first. Let’s have dinner later.” Compared to the others, Luo Feng indeed hunted more Beast Warrior-level beasts daily, and his backpack couldn’t even hold them all.

Chen Gu advised, “Luo Feng, don’t push yourself too hard. Take it easy.”

“Yeah, why push yourself so hard and make yourself so tired?” Gao Feng also advised.

Luo Feng’s efforts naturally brought significant benefits to the entire Hammer Team. Although most of the beasts Luo Feng hunted alone belonged to him, the others still benefited.

“Haha, this is nothing,” Luo Feng smiled and entered a nearby room.

The empty room had long been cleaned by Luo Feng.

After setting aside his shield, backpack, war blade, and throwing knives, Luo Feng began practicing the guiding technique.

“Feels great.”

“Every time my body is exhausted to the limit and then I cultivate the guiding technique, it feels as if every cell in my body is trembling with joy,” Luo Feng thought happily. Why did his physical abilities improve faster as he advanced in the “Nine Thunder Slashes”? Because the “Nine Thunder Slashes” delved deeper into activating his body’s strength.

It even affected his cells!

The more his body cells were consumed and the hungrier they became, the stronger their absorption capacity, allowing him to intake more genetic energy!

“Warriors say that fighting beasts and battling for survival accelerates strength improvement! Why is that?”

“Because in life-and-death situations, one instinctively taps into every ounce of their body’s strength. This deeper level of tapping allows one to absorb more genetic energy with each cultivation session,” Luo Feng easily deduced the reason. One person trains in a martial arts hall at home, swinging their blade with all their might, while another fights and swings their blade amidst a horde of beasts in the wilderness.

Both are swinging their blades and fighting!

Yet the person in the wilderness taps into more bodily energy, consumes more, and thus cultivates faster!

“These past few days, my daily progress in the wilderness has been clearly about a third faster than at home!” Luo Feng knew his rate of improvement based on the time he spent absorbing cosmic energy each day.

…

Thus, Luo Feng immersed himself in the wilderness, engaged in relentless slaughter with beasts. Every day, he returned covered in blood, as if emerging from a sea of blood. His movement techniques, blade techniques, and physical abilities gradually improved at a steady pace through this frenzied training.

However, the relentless killing also increased Luo Feng’s aura of bloodlust.

Which true martial artist hadn’t experienced massive carnage and trials to reach their strength? Luo Feng was merely progressing along this path.

…

In the Jiangnan Base City, at the Limit Dojo Headquarters.

Inside a large audio-visual room.

“Based on these materials, Luo Feng indeed has considerable talent and is also very diligent. Over two months, he killed more than ten thousand Beast Soldier-level beasts? That’s impressive dedication. His strength as a ‘Junior War Captain’ is truly earned through his own efforts,” Yang Hui, the War God envoy from headquarters, said while reviewing the printed documents.

“Tie Shou, have you arranged for Wu Tong?” Yang Hui asked.

“Wu Tong is online and ready to chat with you anytime,” President Zhou Zhengyong smiled.

Yang Hui nodded and quickly activated the 3D virtual projection device.

Dreamlike light quickly formed a 3D holographic projection in the center of the audio-visual room. There, Wu Tong, the director of the Yangzhou Limit Dojo, appeared in the center of the room, as if present in person. The only difference from a real person was the faint glow around his body.

“Wu Tong greets President and Envoy,” Wu Tong slightly bowed.

“Hmm.”

War God Yang Hui nodded, “The reason I contacted you, I believe you already know. You are the head of the Yangzhou Limit Dojo, and Luo Feng resides in the Mingyue Community. You should be quite familiar with him.”

“Yes.” Wu Tong nodded.

“Tell me about his physical condition and his current strength,” War God Yang Hui ordered.

“Yes.” A faint sense of pride surfaced on Wu Tong’s face. “Luo Feng is one of the few geniuses Yangzhou has seen in the past decade. After the New Year, he just turned 19. He became a warrior only a little over half a year ago. Currently, his physical strength is 10,000 kilograms of punch power, and his speed is 128 meters per second. His neural reaction test speed is not very clear to me, but just a month and a half ago, it was rated as ‘Mid-level War Captain, Pass’!”

“Also, from what I know, he practices the ‘Nine Thunder Slashes,’ and during the New Year, he had already reached the third layer of the ‘Nine Thunder Slashes.’ That means, within half a year of training, he reached the third layer.”

Wu Tong slightly bowed: “These are the key data I know.”

“The third layer of the ‘Nine Thunder Slashes’?”

Previously calm, War God Yang Hui’s expression changed.

“Are you sure?” Yang Hui couldn’t help but ask again.

“I’m sure. I personally witnessed him delivering a punch with a force of 28,000 kilograms,” Wu Tong said firmly.

War God Yang Hui and President Zhou Zhengyong exchanged glances.

“I think the decision from above might need to be revised,” Zhou Zhengyong smiled.

But Yang Hui was looking at Wu Tong: “Where is Luo Feng now? I need to meet him in person!”