Luo Feng

Chen Hao didn't rest. Instead, he awkwardly unleashed a blade strike. What was that? He had only intended to integrate his movement technique into his blade technique, but the resulting strike felt incredibly awkward.

Chen Hao stopped, frowning as he pondered the lack of coordination in his previous strike. It seemed integrating his movement technique into his blade technique wouldn't be easy.

Jiang Nian's movement technique was honed through countless battles, while Yang Wu's blade technique was built upon rigorous practice. The gap between the two was significant.

If he couldn't combine them, he would surely find himself in danger when facing monsters in actual combat.

Chen Hao sighed inwardly. Even though I obtained the Fusion Copy Panel and discovered its copy function, relying on copying skills to reach the top in one go is still a bit difficult. It requires me to practice extensively and integrate both sets of experiences.

"It seems what isn't mine, will never be mine. To make someone else's experience my own, rigorous practice is indispensable. Since that's the case, I'll start with the fusion of movement and blade techniques."

Chen Hao's movement technique had already reached the Microscopic Level, so he could use it to complement his blade technique. It was a shame there were no monsters around for him to spar with; otherwise, he could have easily solved his current problem by killing them.

Chen Hao pondered and experimented for a long time without finding any leads. He stopped and checked the time, realizing it was already past five in the evening.

He thought about how he hadn't gone to the training hall that afternoon and figured Yang Wu and the others might have some thoughts about it. But no matter what, they were still well-intentioned towards him.

With the Hundred-Year-Old He Shou Wu, Chen Hao didn't need to worry about his body's nutrition. He ate a simple dinner and then rushed to the training hall.

As soon as he entered, he noticed the number of people had increased significantly. "So many more people, it looks like school's out."

Students had very tight schedules and usually seized every moment to practice martial arts. Unfortunately, his predecessor had never had this opportunity.

It was only on the first floor that there were many people. When Chen Hao went up to the third floor, the number of people decreased by more than tenfold. The total number of Senior Trainees on the third floor didn't even reach three digits, and they were clearly divided into two distinct groups.

One side, with more people, had about fifty to sixty individuals, while the other side, with fewer people, had only about twenty-something.

Yang Wu and Tong Yun were in the smaller group. Having read the original work, Chen Hao could guess the reason with about ninety percent accuracy: this was likely a class divide, the opposition between the children of the wealthy and those of commoners.

As Chen Hao walked towards Yang Wu and the others, people from the other side looked at him with ill intentions.

Chen Hao ignored them directly. After all, with his current strength, even if he couldn't exert it one hundred percent, the combined force of everyone on the other side probably wouldn't be enough for him to beat alone.

"Chen Hao, over here." Tong Yun, with sharp eyes, spotted him immediately and waved him over.

"Sister Tong, Brother Yang, good evening! ...Good evening! Luo Feng, you're here too?" After greeting everyone, Chen Hao saw the young man next to Yang Wu and couldn't help but smile.

This was his first time seeing the protagonist. His predecessor had only met Luo Feng a few times.

"Brother Chen?" Unlike Chen Hao's composure, Luo Feng was greatly surprised. After all, he knew Chen Hao wasn't even a Junior Trainee back then.

A year ago, when Luo Feng was still a Intermediate Trainee, Chen Hao hadn't even passed the exam to become a Junior Trainee. If they didn't live in the same neighborhood, Luo Feng might not have recognized him.

"You two know each other?" Yang Wu looked at Luo Feng, somewhat surprised.

"Brother Chen and I live in the same neighborhood." Luo Feng reacted. Since Chen Hao could come to the third floor, it meant he already possessed the strength of a Senior Trainee.

Although he didn't know how Chen Hao's strength had improved, having an acquaintance made Luo Feng feel very delighted.

"Since you two know each other, that's even better. No need for introductions, you're all part of the family now." Tong Yun looked at the two young men with some envy.

Such young Senior Trainees and Quasi-Warriors were destined for bright futures. As for herself, if she couldn't break through to become a Warrior within two or three more years, she would have to get married and start a family.

After some pleasantries, everyone got down to training. In the end, what mattered most in the training hall was strength. Without becoming a Warrior, everything would be in vain.

Chen Hao seized the opportunity to use his appraisal skill on Luo Feng: Luo Feng, Earth Human, 18 years old, Talent: Mental Power, Apprentice Stage Nine (unactivated). Copyable. Skills: Proficient Basic Movement Technique (copyable), Proficient Basic Blade Technique (copyable).

"Holy crap!" Looking at the appraisal result of Luo Feng in the panel, Chen Hao felt his heart race. Talent could also be copied?

It seemed the panel's copy function was truly heaven-defying. He wondered if his own strength and mental power were sufficient to support the panel's copying.

Due to the sudden appearance of talent copying, Chen Hao was somewhat distracted throughout his training that night. Time quickly passed, and it was past nine in the evening.

Luo Feng also seemed to have finished his training and bid farewell to those around him. As he passed Chen Hao, he called out, "Brother Chen. I'm heading off now, I have class tomorrow."

"Ah? Okay, me too, I'm going back." Chen Hao snapped back to reality upon hearing Luo Feng's voice.

"Brother Yang, Sister Tong, Luo Feng and I are heading back now. See you tomorrow." After greeting Yang Wu and Tong Yun, he walked out of the training hall with Luo Feng.

"Brother Chen, to go from not even being a trainee to becoming a Senior Trainee within a year, you're truly amazing." Luo Feng was both impressed and curious about Chen Hao's rapid improvement in strength.

"It's not that miraculous. Actually, it was during the last invasion of Lord-level Monsters that I was hit by glass and knocked unconscious. After I woke up, my physical fitness increased significantly. Yesterday, I took a test and found that my physical fitness had reached the Quasi-Warrior level, so Hall Master Jiang recruited me. I'm still a bit confused myself." Chen Hao naturally wouldn't mention that he had eaten the Hundred-Year-Old Ginseng, but what he said wasn't entirely false; his physical fitness had indeed increased after waking up from his coma.

Luo Feng's mouth twitched slightly. He hadn't expected Chen Hao to be one of those unlucky ones. After listening, his eyes changed: He hadn't expected Brother Chen's situation to be so similar to his own, both experiencing a surge in physical fitness after falling unconscious. It was just that Brother Chen's physical fitness had increased dramatically. It seemed he wasn't a unique anomaly; there were others like him. He then looked at Chen Hao with a bit more sincerity.

Seeing Luo Feng's gaze, Chen Hao felt relieved, knowing that Luo Feng had already made his own assumptions and didn't need further explanation.

Both were Senior Trainees, so they reached their neighborhood quickly, arriving in just over ten minutes. They had become noticeably more familiar with each other along the way.

"Brother Chen, see you tomorrow." Luo Feng said and quickly departed.

Watching Luo Feng about to leave, Chen Hao brought up the panel and gritted his teeth, silently chanting: Copy. A white light then traveled to Luo Feng's talent and began to change, finally forming a card that flickered indistinctly. It eventually stabilized.

The new card displayed the words: Mental Power: Apprentice Stage Nine.

"Not good!" Chen Hao's head throbbed violently. It felt like he hadn't slept for a month, and an iron rod was churning inside his brain.

Chen Hao gritted his teeth and struggled back home. As soon as he closed the door, he collapsed onto the floor.

Looking at the talent card in the panel, he silently chanted: Use. Then he lost consciousness. The card turned into a beam of white light and shot into his mind.

As the white light dissipated, a dark golden sphere appeared in his sea of consciousness. It seemed to sense that the space in his sea of consciousness was somewhat cramped.

Some fragments fell from the dark golden sphere, and a mist appeared in his sea of consciousness, gradually expanding its space and permeating out of the sea of consciousness, spreading throughout his entire body.

At this moment, Chen Hao's body was also convulsing violently, veins bulging beneath his skin. Despite being unconscious, his brow was tightly furrowed.