Stepping Out of the Darkness Star

Knight's knees bent slightly as he questioned, his weight balanced on the balls of his feet, fists clenched before him, ready for battle at any moment.

Xilin lifted a leg, sidestepped, and opened his arms as if casually resting them at his sides, appearing to have many openings.

After "Begin" was spoken, the emotions in Xilin's eyes gradually settled, revealing not a trace of fluctuation, a stark contrast to the intense fighting spirit in Knight's eyes.

His former instructors had said that one could judge an opponent's next move from their eyes, but in Xilin's eyes, Knight saw only calmness, an abyss-like calmness. Knight had seen calmness in many people, but those were seasoned instructors or figures like his own father. Yet, among peers, Knight had never encountered it!

This Xilin gave Knight a very strange feeling, like a silent catcher waiting for prey to fall into his net.

Prey? Knight found his thought amusing. Who was the hunter and who was the prey would be decided after the fight!

Bang--

Taking the initiative, Knight's figure instantly vanished from his spot. The air where he had been let out a bang due to the instantaneous compression and collision.

Knight charged forward. As his fist neared Xilin, it tensed instantly, its speed several times faster than before, its power honed to its peak. Just as Knight felt he was about to hit Xilin, he felt his elbow sink, as if pulled into a vortex, deviating from the target. Simultaneously, Xilin's other hand struck towards Knight's neck through the opening.

Knight raised his hand to block, but instead of retreating, he advanced, stepping forward again and throwing another punch towards Xilin's face. This time, the punch was much faster. Xilin could hear the friction of Knight's fist against the air, a crackling sound.

Xilin dodged, shifting his body and withdrawing, his footwork pivoting to generate power as he twisted forward.

A head-on, brute-force confrontation?

No, it wasn't!

That strange, vortex-like force appeared again, drawing Knight's fist in, "sticking" to it and pulling it off its original attack trajectory. This time, Knight saw clearly: the source of that strange force was the vortex of air currents generated by Xilin's hand movements and even his entire arm.

Overcoming force with softness?

During training, Knight's instructors and father had often spoken of "overcoming force with softness." Because the Fegler Family was almost entirely composed of those with fierce, direct styles, Knight had learned many countermeasures to avoid being at a disadvantage in the future. However, his favorite method was to meet force with even greater force, absolute hardness.

Although he had thoughts in his mind, his hands were not slow. A knife hand struck directly towards Xilin's throat. The hand that had just blocked was not fully withdrawn; instead, its palm quickly flipped downwards and struck towards Xilin's chest cavity.

Without a pause, the speed continued to increase.

Eyes, behind the ear, neck, throat, ribs, stomach, shin, tailbone... Each strike targeted a precise point, but each time it was "stuck" by that swirling force, deviating from the target and hitting the wall, floor, or ceiling...

And Xilin, up to this point, had barely attacked, mostly defending. Every time he fought someone new, he would first assess their foundation and fighting style, deflecting and neutralizing their attacks while improving his own weaknesses and learning new techniques.

Xilin had never seen Knight's boxing style before. Although he could handle it now, Xilin knew that Knight was also changing step by step. Initially, Xilin could still guide Knight's punches to one side, but gradually, the punches became fiercer, faster, and the swirling force could no longer control the attacks, only deflect them. This indicated that Knight was gradually reaching the limits of this swirling force.

The training room was continuously filled with bang, bang, bang sounds. The walls, floor, and ceiling began to show dents. The fact that the specially made walls and ceiling of the training room could be dented showed how powerful these punches were.

Ci Jincheng and Long, feeling the vibrations from the training room in the isolation area, sighed in amazement.

"This is too intense? Jincheng, is Xilin's gene type really only B-class?"

Ci Jincheng nodded.

Xilin's enrollment data showed his genotype as B-class, but Knight was a genuine A-class gene. An A-class gene attacking a B-class gene with such ferocity right from the start? And Xilin was still able to resist Knight's assault. To be precise, Xilin was using Knight's momentum against him, evading the attack.

Watching the constantly vibrating training room, Long sighed, "The people in the management department are probably starting to notice."

With such a huge commotion, it would be strange if they didn't notice. Although the four of them had turned off all the surveillance cameras in the training room when they entered, the management department couldn't possibly have no backup plan...

Ci Jincheng didn't speak. He took out a finger-sized device and pressed a button. From the floor, walls, and ceiling of the training room, small probes and pinhole cameras appeared. In several places, surveillance equipment was integrated into the walls, making them indistinguishable at first glance. Simultaneously, all displays related to this training room on the management department's monitors flickered and went blank, and even the records were erased.

"Check who swiped the card for that training room," one person from the management department said.

"Found it. He didn't manage to erase this swipe record. The cardholder's name is... Ci Jincheng!"

"Surname Ci?" The person thought for a moment, "Never mind, don't bother with that training room. As long as they don't destroy it, let them have their fun."

Because the commotion in Xilin and their training room was so great, people training in the surrounding rooms came out curiously to see what was happening. Who was so powerful to cause such a racket? The nearby training rooms could clearly feel the vibrations.

A crowd followed the sound to the training room. The door was shut tight, and it was in "No Spectators Allowed" mode. The crowd couldn't get in and could only gather outside the door, discussing the situation. More and more people joined the discussion circle.

Xilin and Knight had no time to think about the reaction outside.

The two fought faster and faster. Before, afterimages could be seen, but now even the afterimages were imperceptible. Instead, fleeting arcs of electricity began to appear clearly.

"The Fegler Family's Thunderstorm Fist," Ci Jincheng said, looking at the arcs of electricity.

"I've heard of it, but I've never seen it with my own eyes." Long had only seen it in videos from electronic publications, and even then, it was just blurry images. Military matters were not something ordinary publications dared to analyze too deeply.

At this moment, Xilin, who was resisting Knight's attack in the arena, clearly felt the surrounding air becoming agitated, with some particles beginning to fission and release energy. These changes were all caused by Knight.

It was as dense as a torrential rain, carrying the momentum of thunder and lightning. Every punch Knight threw was accompanied by flashing arcs of electricity, with crackling sounds echoing incessantly.

This was not flashy; it was real electricity. Xilin could already feel a numbing sensation on his skin from contact with the charged particles, like being in an electric field, and the electric field was intensifying. More and more fissioning particles appeared, and with every movement, the numbness grew stronger.

Xilin even smelled the burnt scent of clothing. If this continued, he definitely wouldn't last much longer. Meanwhile, the bulging veins on Knight's arm and the increasing speed of his punches began to approach a plateau, indicating that his strength was nearing its peak.

Bang--

Xilin retreated a few steps, using the force of the blow.

Knight, who was pressing forward, found Xilin shaking his arms, dispersing the original vortex of energy. In its place was a completely opposite aura, elusive, immeasurable, and even suffocatingly oppressive.

At this moment, the agitated particles around Xilin began to gradually calm down.

This is your true power... In that moment of thought, Knight pushed off the floor again, his momentum reaching its peak. The crackling arcs of electricity seemed about to tear through space...

For Knight's incoming strike, Xilin didn't dodge. He didn't use his previous tactic of evading the attack. Instead, he met it head-on. Standing there, he extended his fist and met the blow.

Boom! Boom!

These two sounds occurred almost simultaneously. The recoil from their clashing fists sent Xilin and Knight flying towards the opposite walls.

The trainees outside the Training Room, who were engaged in heated discussion just moments ago, fell into dead silence. This was because they saw a human-shaped protrusion smashed into the wall.

The trainees, having trained in the Training Room for a considerable time, were well aware of the wall's impact resistance. To even leave a footprint on the wall, they would likely break their bones without creating any indentation. But what was happening before their eyes?!

Ci Jincheng and Long's eyelids twitched violently. Fortunately, the direction they were sent flying was not towards the isolation zone, otherwise, the isolation layer would have also been shattered.

Knight was strong; this was something Ci Jincheng and Long had known for a long time. As contemporaries, even though they were in different fields, they often heard high praise for him from their elders.

But what about Xilin? When did the Daongs Family produce such a monstrous talent? How could someone who could fight Knight to a draw remain unknown?

He was like a star hidden in the darkness all along, quietly observing the world, and then displaying astonishing brilliance in a place no one knew.

But no matter what, this star would soon appear before everyone's eyes. Since he had stepped out of the darkness, his dazzling light could no longer be concealed.