Gravity Breakthrough

In the following days, Lin Feng's life entered an extremely regular rhythm.

Every morning, he would appear punctually in the underground Advanced Training Area of the Martial Arts Bureau headquarters, almost treating the training room with double gravity as his own home.

Under the continuous high-pressure environment, he repeatedly honed the Basic Body Forging Technique - Quenching Chapter and the Nine Heavens Thunder Blade. Every movement became incredibly difficult, his Blood Essence circulation felt like moving through thick glue, but his control over his body and the refinement of his strength were also improving at an astonishing rate.

[Strength +5kg...+3kg...+4kg...]

[Agility +0.2m/s...+0.3m/s...]

[Nine Heavens Thunder Blade (First Chapter) Mastery +1%...+0.8%...]

Although the System's prompts were slow, they steadily recorded his progress. He could feel himself inching closer to a certain critical point.

During this time, he also attempted to familiarize himself with the recorded lightning-attribute basic martial skills—Electric Light Finger and Galloping Thunder Steps.

Under the System's "Deep Comprehension," the mysteries of these two martial skills held no difficulty for him. Electric Light Finger emphasized compressing Blood Essence to the fingertips for instant, high-penetration bursts; Galloping Thunder Steps was a short-distance, straight-line burst movement technique, each with its own merits compared to the agile and unpredictable Lightning Flash.

He didn't spend too much time specifically cultivating them. Instead, he utilized the System's [Analysis] function to continuously dissect the similarities and differences in their power application and True Meaning of Thunder usage compared to the Nine Heavens Thunder Blade, absorbing their essence to nourish his understanding of the Nine Heavens Thunder Blade in return.

This high-level perspective allowed him to control his own strength with increasing precision.

One day, Lin Feng was training in the double-gravity room as usual. He wasn't executing any specific moves, merely standing, eyes closed, concentrating, guiding the Blood Essence within his body along the path of the Nine Heavens Thunder Blade, carefully sensing every trickle of Blood Essence's flow and every tremor of his muscle fibers under the immense pressure.

Gravity acted like an invisible millstone, grinding his body and tempering his will. His sweat had long since dried, and fine beads of blood seeped from his skin due to ruptured capillaries, but he seemed oblivious.

Gradually, his mind entered a state of emptiness. External disturbances were shielded, leaving only the surging Blood Essence within him and the increasingly clear, heart-beat-like pulse of thunder.

After an unknown period, as the Blood Essence reached a crucial juncture, under the ultimate tempering of the extreme pressure, it felt as if an invisible barrier was broken—

"Buzz!"

A faint tremor seemed to emanate from within him! The Blood Essence, previously sluggish under the pressure, suddenly became a roaring torrent, flowing smoothly and freely! A surge of power, far more potent and condensed than before, washed over his entire body like a tide!

His bones and muscles sang in unison, his blood flowed like a great river!

He abruptly opened his eyes, his gaze sharp and piercing, like two bolts of lightning tearing through the dim training room!

Without using any martial skill, he simply took a step forward and threw a punch into the air!

"Bang!"

Where his fist passed, the air exploded with a sonic boom! An invisible wave of force spread out from him, even causing the stable double-gravity field in the training room to ripple slightly!

[Realm Advancement: Martial Artist (Initial)!]

[Strength: 525kg!]

[Agility: 30m/s!]

[Physique: Excellent (Meridians Unblocked 38%)]

[Spiritual Power: 33]

[Nine Heavens Thunder Blade (First Chapter) Mastery: 35%]

He broke through!

It was a natural progression, a single leap into the Martial Artist realm!

Feeling the surging power within him, and the terrifying punching force of five hundred and twenty-five kilograms, Lin Feng couldn't help but let out a long roar. The sound echoed within the enclosed training room, filled with exhilaration and pride!

The realm barrier that had troubled him for years had finally been shattered through ample resources, the System's assistance, and extreme arduous training!

He, Lin Feng, from this day forward, was officially a Martial Artist!

This roar also attracted the attention of the training area staff. When the monitoring showed abnormal data fluctuations in Lin Feng's training room and the sound of his powerful roar, the steward in charge, a middle-aged Martial Artist named Wang, rushed over immediately.

Coincidentally, Lin Feng walked out looking radiant. Although soaked in blood and sweat and appearing somewhat disheveled, the powerful aura of a newly advanced Martial Artist, not yet fully contained, and the sharp glint in his eyes sent a jolt through Steward Wang.

"Mr. Lin, you... you broke through?" Steward Wang asked, both surprised and delighted. He had received instructions from above, knowing that this young man was someone Director Lei valued, and naturally paid extra attention.

Lin Feng restrained his aura, nodded, and smiled, "A fortunate breakthrough, thank you for your concern, Steward Wang."

"Congratulations! Congratulations, Mr. Lin! A Martial Artist at eighteen, that's an incredible genius in our Jiangnan City!" Steward Wang praised sincerely, his attitude becoming even more enthusiastic. "Would you like a higher gravity training room, or other training facilities?"

"Not for now, the double gravity is sufficient at the moment," Lin Feng thought for a moment. "Oh, right, Steward Wang, I'd like to consult some internal materials regarding stabilizing the Martial Artist realm and subsequent training directions. Would that be convenient?"

"Convenient! Of course, it's convenient!" Steward Wang quickly replied. "I'll take you to the internal reading room right away. The materials there are more detailed than the public Ancient Texts Library!"

As Steward Wang led Lin Feng towards the internal reading room, passing through the public lounge area, they happened to brush shoulders with several young Martial Artists who had just emerged from the adjacent training room.

These individuals were wearing matching, custom-made high-end training uniforms with the "Tianyyao" emblem. Their auras were fierce, and their gazes arrogant, clearly elite students from Tianyao Private Martial High School. The one leading them was tall, with a stern face and sharp, hawk-like eyes—it was Chen Feng, who had ranked ninth in the mock assessment!

Chen Feng also saw Lin Feng. His gaze swept over Lin Feng's blood-and-sweat-soaked ordinary sportswear and Steward Wang's respectful demeanor, and his brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

"Steward Wang, who is this?" Chen Feng stopped, his tone carrying a hint of condescension. The Tianyao students behind him also stopped, looking at Lin Feng with curiosity and scrutiny. They could sense Lin Feng's not weak aura, but he looked unfamiliar, seemingly not one of the renowned geniuses in their circle.

Steward Wang's expression stiffened slightly. He quickly introduced, "Young Master Chen, this is Mr. Lin Feng. He is Director Lei's guest." He then introduced Lin Feng, "Mr. Lin, these are outstanding students from Tianyao Martial High."

Lin Feng? Director Lei's guest?

A flicker of surprise crossed Chen Feng's eyes. He then recalled the dark horse from the mock assessment who had suddenly emerged, surpassing Zhao Feng to claim the top spot from Third High School. So it was him?

His gaze shifted from appraising Lin Feng to scrutinizing him, with a hint of imperceptible competitiveness.

"So it's you," Chen Feng said calmly. "You were quite lucky in the mock assessment. I hope you have the same luck in the finals of the Martial Arts Examination."

The words seemed ordinary, but carried a subtle hint of provocation. The Tianyao students behind him also wore playful smiles. In their view, someone from Third High School, even if lucky for a moment, couldn't compare to them, geniuses who had received top-tier training since childhood, in terms of foundation and potential.

Lin Feng stopped and looked at Chen Feng, his expression calm and unruffled. "Luck is also part of strength. As for the finals..." A faint smile curved his lips. "I will prove with my strength that it wasn't luck."

His tone was plain, yet it held immense confidence.

Chen Feng's eyes narrowed. He gave Lin Feng a deep look and said no more, turning to leave with his entourage. However, their retreating figures clearly carried a hint of coldness.

Steward Wang rubbed his hands together awkwardly. "Mr. Lin, Chen Feng and the others..."

"It's fine," Lin Feng said, waving his hand. He didn't take the minor incident to heart. With the Martial Arts Examination approaching, talents from all sides were sharpening their skills, and such provocations would only become more frequent.

True powerhouses never paid heed to the yapping of the weak.

His goal was the supreme top position, the path of thunder described by his teacher, Lei Lie.

These so-called geniuses from prestigious schools were merely stepping stones he needed to tread upon on his ascent to the summit.

He followed Steward Wang towards the internal reading room, his gaze growing ever more resolute.

Being a Martial Artist was just the beginning.