Three Months

Returning to his residence in Jiangnan Pavilion after the banquet, it was already past ten o'clock. Chen Daolin took a shower and changed into a soft, comfortable silk robe. With the collar open, revealing his sturdy and solid chest, he leaned back in a chair on the second-floor balcony, enjoying a cup of hot tea with a tablet computer placed before him.

"Last month, I was ranked 97th in the Training Camp. I wonder what my ranking will be this month." Chen Daolin lay in the chair, the starry night sky twinkling above him. A cool night breeze blew by, the fragrance of tea lingering in his nose, his mind clear and his mood quite relaxed.

After successfully cultivating the first level of World Destroyer, Chen Daolin's force-exertion technique reached 1.9, allowing his body to erupt with 90% more power. This meant that not only did his punch force increase by 0.9 times, but his speed also improved by the same margin. This was the reason why Candice had lost so miserably.

Because their physical fitness was identical in the Virtual Space, Chen Daolin's power was 4 times his base after activating the King Kai Fist, while Candice perhaps had a bit over 2 times. Candice had relied on sword techniques and footwork far more profound than Chen Daolin's to suppress him, but after Chen Daolin comprehended the first level of World Destroyer, he could erupt with an additional 0.9 times power. Combined, this resulted in 7.6 times the power, creating an overwhelming advantage; Candice didn't even have a chance to struggle before losing.

However, a force-exertion level of 7.6 was simply too inconceivable. Chen Daolin pondered how he should utilize his power within the Training Camp.

If he tested it directly in the Virtual Space, he could indeed reach a 7.6 force-exertion level. Combined with his current Trial Tower level of 2.3, his combat power amplitude would reach a staggering 17.48.

The problem was that the Nine-Layered Thunder Blade, currently known as the strongest force-exertion technique in the world, only reached 7 times. If his 7.6 times force-exertion were revealed, Chen Daolin worried that uncontrollable things might happen.

A force-exertion level of 4.0 was already very high; there was no need for Chen Daolin to continue raising it and attracting more attention. He planned to invest more energy into his footwork and spear techniques, gradually climbing his Trial Tower level, improving a little each month. By December, that would be about right.

In the eyes of others, he would have a traceable history of growth, and he wouldn't end up as a monster in their eyes.

At this moment, a figure stepped out onto the balcony of the building not far away—it was Ji Xuan. She had returned after nine o'clock that night but hadn't attended Chen Daolin's celebration. She seemed to have just finished showering, holding a towel to dry her damp black hair. Her hair was longer than before, and her skin was slightly darker, yet she possessed an indescribable charm. Dressed in pajamas, she still couldn't hide her full, athletic figure; even from a distance, one could almost feel the taut elasticity of her long, shapely legs.

Ji Xuan waved from across the way. "Xiao Han wants to video call with us. Come up."

"Alright." Chen Daolin made an okay gesture.

Video chatting with friends and family back in Jiangnan Base City was the only entertainment Chen Daolin and Ji Xuan had after their grueling training and battles. Besides Ji Han, sometimes Lin Xiao would join, and more often than not, the four of them would connect to chat casually about their lives and what Chen Daolin and Ji Xuan were doing at the Training Camp.

Soon, very soon, I will be able to change all of this, Chen Daolin thought silently as he looked at the girl in the video, who sat in a wheelchair with a smile as sweet as ever.

On October 28th, Chen Daolin pushed his Trial Tower level to 2.5, rising to 77th on the Black Dragon Ranking, while Ji Xuan improved to 142nd.

Chen Daolin continued to repeat his days of practicing spear techniques in the Gravity Room. Aside from practicing in the training room, he would also carry a long spear while walking to ponder his movements, cultivating his Genetic Origin Energy, and working hard to improve his physical fitness, learning the knowledge of the Training Camp with insatiable hunger.

In November, he went out to hunt monsters. After comprehending the first level of World Destroyer, his physical fitness improved daily, his spear techniques advanced significantly, and his force-exertion level reached 1.9. Combined with the four-fold boost from the King Kai Fist, his power had reached the level of an entry-level God of War, and his efficiency in hunting monsters increased instantly.

At the end of November, he cleared the second level, stage B of the Trial Tower, bringing his Trial Tower level to 2.7 and his combat power to 10.8. His ranking on the Black Dragon Ranking rose to 56th.

"Good, very good. Maintain this level of diligence, and you will soon achieve great things in the way of the spear," Situ Bolei said, standing before Chen Daolin with his hands behind his back, looking satisfied.

"Fuck!" A white student at the Training Camp cursed, took off his helmet, and walked away grumbling after leaving the Challenge Room.

Chen Daolin walked out of the Challenge Room, looked at the balance change notification sent by the bank on his phone, and smiled slightly.

A group of Huaxia Country students sat together, drinking and chatting. Chen Daolin was one of them, smiling and occasionally chiming in while drinking.

Time flew by to December. The weather had long since turned cold; the sky was overcast and cold winds howled. But for some reason, the Training Camp remained as warm as spring. Various flowers, plants, and trees remained lush, and with the small bridges, flowing water, rockeries, and gardens, it felt like a paradise on earth.

Early in the morning, before the sun had risen and while the entire Training Camp was still shrouded in darkness, many students were already moving about the buildings. Chen Daolin, Ji Xuan, Zhao Ruo, and Shi Jiang were walking and chatting together. In the Training Camp, Chen Daolin had the best relationship with the three from Jiangnan Pavilion, especially the carefree Zhao Ruo—who reminded him of Lin Xiao—and the steady, warm-hearted Shi Jiang. Both made Chen Daolin feel very warm.

"Junior Brother Chen, your ranking has been rising so fast lately. Everyone keeps asking me if you have some secret," Shi Jiang teased.

"Yeah, we're all so close, if you have a secret, just tell us. We won't tell anyone else," Zhao Ruo said with a giggle, grabbing Chen Daolin's arm. Chen Daolin looked down at Zhao Ruo's flat chest, then glanced over at Ji Xuan, finding it hard to look directly at her.

"We are all human, but the gap is quite large." Chen Daolin coughed once.

"Bastard, you're making fun of me!" Zhao Ruo said, embarrassed and angry, shaking off Chen Daolin's hand.

"Hahaha..."

Everyone burst into laughter.

Inside a small martial arts hall within the Nine-Layered Tower, Chen Daolin stood alone before a punch force testing machine. He took a deep breath, took a step, pulled his right arm back, and the aesthetic, streamlined muscles all over his body rippled like waves. Bursts of power were transmitted from every part of his body to his arm. The next moment, Chen Daolin swung his fist. His fist instantly broke the sound barrier and slammed heavily into the black target in front of him. Boom! A loud noise echoed through the empty hall. The target was knocked backward by the immense force, then rebounded, trembling incessantly.

The screen displayed a number—"kg".

This was the punch force Chen Daolin could output without using the King Kai Fist, using only the first level of World Destroyer force-exertion technique.

If he activated the King Kai Fist, his punch force would increase by four times, reaching the level of a mid-to-high-level God of War!

Starting in October, the rate of Chen Daolin's physical fitness improvement continued to increase. In September, he gained about 4,000 kilograms of force; in October, it became over 5,000 kilograms; in November, it became over 6,000 kilograms; and in December, it was over 7,000 kilograms.

In total, during his four months at the Training Camp, his physical strength had increased by nearly kilograms, an average of nearly 6,000 kilograms per month—a staggering pace!

Now, his punch force had reached over kilograms, and by the end of December, it should be around kilograms.

"It's about time. I should resolve that contract," Chen Daolin muttered, looking at the screen of the punch force testing machine.