Three months passed quickly. Every day, the Kunlun Warriors immersed themselves in this interstellar society, where everything felt new.
There was more knowledge here than they could count. With deep reading and writing, they could even record vast amounts of data directly into their brains.
Of course, remembering something did not mean they could put it to use. Aside from Sophia and a few others with a knack for scientific innovation, most of the warriors who preferred fighting had no interest in organizing what they had learned. They simply stuffed the compulsory curriculum into their heads, as if carrying an encyclopedia everywhere.
Evil Dragon, Saya, and the other former sentinels still spent most of their time studying new combat styles and techniques for controlling energy.
Bang! Saya sent a towering black monster flying with a headbutt. Then he rose as though gravity had reversed, brought his foot down, and crushed its head. Blood and gore splattered across the ceiling.
"Nicely done, Saya. You're improving so fast you can take down a level-ten Cultivation Monster with ease now," Evil Dragon said, clapping.
Saya walked over to the wall and tapped it with his portable computer. A mass of translucent slime instantly sprayed over him and crawled across his body as though alive.
Two seconds later, it gathered itself up and slipped back into the wall.
When he looked down, every trace of blood had vanished. He was spotless.
"These Cultivation Monsters have no intelligence. They're just punching bags. Liemeng from the national team said that back when he was level seven, he could fight twenty of them at once," Saya said in a muffled voice.
Evil Dragon took a long drink from an energy beverage and tossed Saya a bottle too.
Then he sighed. "We were too optimistic when we first