Devouring the Starry Sky: Cultivation Makes Me Stronger Chapter 30

Although the three had long suspected that Luo Shen could not possibly be weak—otherwise, he would have had no way to withstand Li Yao—they still could not help thinking, Honey, come out and see God! when they heard Luo Shen state his strength himself.

"You became a warrior less than two months ago?"

Inspector Liu spoke with some difficulty.

A genius like this could probably only be compared to the two heads of the martial arts academies during the Great Nirvana era, right?

"It has been two and a half months since I became a Prospective Warrior." Luo Shen smiled. "I also have to thank the supervisor for his support. No matter how talented I was, I couldn't have improved so much in such a short time otherwise."

What Luo Shen meant was—

Without the 200 million Huaxia Coin contributed by Zhuge Tao, he would not have been able to buy the first four levels of the Nine Heavens Thunder Blade manual. Without the manual, his strength naturally could not have improved so quickly.

Suddenly being called out, Zhuge Tao instinctively straightened his back.

He was overjoyed. As expected of the person I chose! He has both diligence and talent. Just for those words, my previous investment of 200 million was worth it!

Zhou Zhengyong could not help giving Zhuge Tao a deep look.

Although he did not know exactly how Zhuge Tao had helped Luo Shen, the fact that Luo Shen said such words at this moment clearly showed that he thought quite highly of Zhuge Tao.

With Luo Shen's current performance, even if he entered the Elite Training Camp, he would definitely be among the very best.

If he became a High-level War God in the future, he would absolutely be another potential Invincible War God!

With an Invincible War God like that backing him up—

Zhuge was going to strike it rich!

Countless thoughts flashed through Zhou Zhengyong's mind. No, I need to help him too. Otherwise, once Luo Shen truly rises to power, it'll be difficult to befriend him.

Inspector Liu, standing nearby, did not think that much.

He merely stroked his chin and said, "With Luo Shen's strength, entering the Elite Training Camp won't be a problem at all. Luo Feng, however, will be a little more troublesome. He'll probably need to undergo a few more tests."

Just then.

A blue triangular fighter jet suddenly appeared in the sky outside.

"Let's go. Yang Hui has arrived. We should go welcome him." As a High-level War God, Inspector Liu's senses were sharper. He was the first to notice the fighter jet.

As he watched the triangular fighter jet slowly descend, a trace of envy flashed through Inspector Liu's eyes.

A King-class Smart Fighter Jet was something only a very small number of people at headquarters could possess. Each one cost hundreds of billions of Huaxia Coin, and that was already the internal price of the Limitless Martial Arts Academy.

For other factions, no amount of money could buy one.

By the time the group reached the ground floor of Limitless Tower, the fighter jet had already landed steadily. The cabin door opened, and a middle-aged man in a gray robe stepped out.

When Yang Hui saw everyone, he was first stunned, then respectfully said, "Inspector Liu!"

Although Yang Hui was a Headquarters Special Envoy, whether in strength or status, he was far inferior to Inspector Liu, who governed an entire region.

"We're all friends here. No need to stand on ceremony." Zhou Zhengyong smiled and stepped forward.

He had a good relationship with Yang Hui, so he spoke with less restraint and more ease.

Sure enough, as soon as Zhou Zhengyong spoke—

Yang Hui's tension eased slightly, and he smiled. "Iron Hand!"

"Luo Shen, Luo Feng, come greet Mr. Yang. Mr. Yang came here specifically for you two." Zhou Zhengyong waved them over.

The two exchanged a glance.

They hurriedly stepped forward and greeted him. "Greetings, Mr. Yang."

Yang Hui was still somewhat bewildered. "Didn't you say there was only one student? Why is there another one now?"

"It's hard to explain in a few words. Let's head upstairs first, and I'll tell you everything in detail later."

Zhou Zhengyong pulled Yang Hui toward the building as he said, "Let me tell you, Manager Fang from the HR Alliance just sent me a pair of Earth Brown Bear paws. They're being prepared right now, and they'll be ready to eat soon."

Yang Hui was dragged away in a daze.

Only after entering the elevator did Yang Hui realize something was off. "Damn it, why do I feel like this is a banquet set to kill me?"

But Inspector Liu stood in front of him, while Zhou Zhengyong's arm around his right shoulder was clearly exerting force. Unless he struggled desperately, escaping Zhou Zhengyong's "embrace" would be rather difficult.

Yang Hui cursed inwardly, Iron Hand, screw you!

Thanks to Yue Hesang for the monthly vote, thank you!

Jiangnan Base City, in the training hall on the top floor of the Limitless General Hall.

Everyone sat on the floor.

"Luo Feng, nineteen years old, Beginner Warlord Level, Nine Heavens Thunder Blade Third Level!?"

"Luo Shen, eighteen years old, Intermediate Warlord, Nine Heavens Thunder Blade Fourth Level!?"

Yang Hui had been holding a cup of water, about to take a drink. Upon hearing Zhou Zhengyong's introduction of the two, his entire expression became—Σ(っ°Д°;)っ!

(Are you kidding me?)

"Iron Hand, are you serious?" Yang Hui found it hard to believe.

Luo Feng was one thing.

Although mastering the Nine Heavens Thunder Blade Third Level in half a year showed that Luo Feng had considerable talent for the technique, it only put him in the upper-middle ranks of the Elite Training Camp. There were still quite a few people in the camp with better force exertion than him.

But Luo Shen was different.

Not only was he a year younger, his physical fitness had reached the astonishing Intermediate Warlord Level, and he had even cultivated the Nine Heavens Thunder Blade to the Fourth Level!

Such talent—

Even looking across the entire world, there were only a few who could compare with him.

No!

It could be said that apart from the two Head Curators during the Great Nirvana era, no one in the world could match him!

Zhou Zhengyong was in no hurry to explain. He simply smiled at Luo Shen and Luo Feng. "Luo Shen, Luo Feng, show Mr. Yang what you can do. Perform well. Whether you get into the Elite Training Camp will depend on Mr. Yang's help."

The two exchanged another glance and nodded.

In a corner of the training hall stood a top-grade Punch Power Testing Machine. A machine of this level could withstand a full-force punch from a War God Peak without suffering the slightest damage.

Luo Feng stepped before the Punch Power Testing Machine first.

He looked at Luo Shen in the distance. Seeing Luo Shen give him a thumbs-up, he returned a smile, then took a deep breath. Whether I can seize this opportunity depends on this punch!

He suddenly exerted force!

Boom! His fist struck the target like a cannonball. The target shook violently, and the nearby screen displayed a number—'10081KG'!

A normal performance!

His punch strength had exceeded 10,000 kilograms, confirming that his physical fitness had reached the Beginner Warlord Level.

Next was the demonstration of force exertion!

With the eyesight of several War Gods, they could completely determine the level Luo Feng had reached in the Nine Heavens Thunder Blade based on the number of instantaneous accelerations in his punch and the value displayed by the Punch Power Testing Machine.

Luo Feng was very calm.

He performed normally again. With a full-force punch, his strength exceeded 28,000 kilograms!

"He has indeed reached the Nine Heavens Thunder Blade Third Level."

Yang Hui nodded from the side.

Hearing Yang Hui's words, Zhou Zhengyong laughed. "Haha, Old Yang, you still didn't believe me? We've been friends for so many years. How could I lie to you about something like this?"

"You've got the nerve to say that? Last time—"

Yang Hui was about to complain.

But when he saw Inspector Liu, Luo Shen, who was preparing to test, and the others all looking at him, then saw Zhou Zhengyong frantically signaling him with his eyes, Yang Hui forcibly swallowed the words that were about to leave his mouth.

"Luo Shen, your turn." Yang Hui changed the subject.

Zhou Zhengyong let out a long breath.

Thankfully, he had not said it out loud. Otherwise, his lifelong reputation would have been ruined.

Standing before the Punch Power Testing Machine, Luo Shen nodded and adjusted his breathing slightly.

"Hoo!" He was like a gorilla charging forward, his entire right shoulder and arm carrying an explosive momentum as his fist traced an arc.

Bang!

A dull sound, like a drum being struck, rang out.

The target fell backward by roughly thirty degrees before slowly springing back. At once, a line of numbers appeared on the Punch Power Testing Machine's screen—"18971KG!"

One punch, nearly 19,000 kilograms!

Although he had been mentally prepared, Luo Shen still could not help smiling happily when he saw the number.

When he had first entered the Wilderness Area, his punch strength had only just reached the Advanced Warrior Level.