Starting with a Pair of Double Pupil Eyes

At the edge of the fighter jet.

The martial artist holding the long spear bowed gratefully toward Fang Yi, Yang Hui, and the others.

"Thank you, truly, thank you!"

Behind him, two other members were carrying a corpse with its head wrapped in bandages.

Upon learning of the squad's ordeal, Yang Hui and his group all displayed expressions of sorrow and helplessness.

"A real man."

Yang Hui gently patted the shoulder of the martial artist with the long spear.

Before boarding, Fang Yi asked Wu Tong, "What about the monster corpses I killed, especially the lord-level ones? How will those be handled?"

"You kid, still reluctant to part with those monster carcasses?" Wu Tong also looked toward the ruins, where many other martial artists were arriving, their eyes burning with greed as they gazed at this treasure trove!

Every inch of ground was covered in cold, hard cash!

"Rest assured, we will send people here to help you clear them out. Don't worry about anyone snatching your loot; anyone who dares to steal materials belonging to a genius of our Limit Dojo is declaring war on the Limit Dojo itself."

Wu Tong's voice was not soft.

He intentionally projected it to cover a range of several hundred meters.

It was a warning to those with ulterior motives not to set their sights on these monsters.

Fang Yi nodded calmly after hearing this, then followed the group onto the fighter jet. As the jet started up, only a few staff members were left behind to begin cordoning off the area.

Limit General Dojo building.

Fang Yi followed Yang Hui and his group to a massive Martial Arts Hall.

There, he saw a man dressed in a white training uniform, looking at the arriving group with a smile on his face.

"You've all arrived."

Zhuge Dao then introduced the man in the white training uniform to Fang Yi, explaining that his name was Zhou Zhengyong, a War God level powerhouse and the president of the Limit General Dojo.

Fang Yi nodded politely in response.

The two sides then began to discuss the Elite Preparatory Camp. Because Fang Yi had displayed such exceptional talent, he had been granted the very last qualification slot, which had been on the verge of expiring.

However, even without this slot, Fang Yi could have entered directly by completing the B-level trial.

Everyone believed that the B-level trial would not be difficult for Fang Yi.

After all, everything he had demonstrated so far was astonishing!

"Since there are no issues, let's sign the contract. Then, get prepared, and Special Envoy Yang will take you to the preparatory camp."

"Alright, thank you for the trouble."

"Haha, you're too kind. You are our pride; if you become a War God martial artist, you will be adding a new, formidable strength to humanity!"

After finishing the exchange with President Zhou.

Staff members arranged the contract and presented it to Fang Yi, and Yang Hui brought out a black seal to stamp it.

Once all the procedures were completed.

After chatting with everyone for a while, Fang Yi took a vehicle back to Bright Moon Residential District to start packing his bags.

The date for heading to the Elite Preparatory Camp was set for the middle of the beginning of next month. That is, on October 12th, someone would come specifically to pick up Fang Yi.

September 25th.

Fang Yi received an invitation and arrived at a private dining room on the 3rd floor of the HR Alliance Mall.

The person who invited him was Ze Zi, along with the three martial artists he had previously encountered in the Demon Cave. These three were well-acquainted with Ze Zi and had obtained Fang Yi's contact information from him.

To repay Fang Yi for saving their lives.

They invited Fang Yi to join them for a meal today, and Fang Yi did not refuse after receiving the message.

After all.

Aside from cultivation and practicing his fist techniques, he had nothing else to deal with during the day.

"Cheers! Brother Fang Yi, if it weren't for you, I might not have been able to get my revenge! I'll drink this first as a sign of respect!"

The martial artist holding the long spear was named Duan Wu.

He held his wine glass with both hands and downed it in one gulp.

Since Fang Yi did not drink alcohol, he simply held his tea and nodded slightly toward him.

The meal consisted mostly of casual conversation.

Those few individuals seemed incredibly melancholy. Although they could be considered mid-level martial artists who had reached the rank of Intermediate War General, they subconsciously felt lost and insignificant when seeing a true genius.

Even though they had reached the mid-level stage, many of their family members were ill or even disabled, requiring a great deal of money.

If this was the case for martial artist families, it went without saying for ordinary people.

However, none of them dwelled on such heavy topics for long. After all, discussing them easily affected their moods, so they each digested the thoughts internally and only displayed their positive sides.

"Brother Fang Yi, I heard you're heading to the Elite Training Camp!" the martial artist named Duan Wu asked, his cheeks flushed with a slight redness.

"Yes." Fang Yi took a sip of tea and nodded gently.

Upon hearing this, a look of surprise flashed across Ze Zi's face. Although she knew in her heart that Fang Yi was a genius martial artist and different from people like them.

Still, upon learning that he was going to the Elite Training Camp, she couldn't help but feel shocked.

"Congratulations." Ze Zi held up a fruit in her hand and nodded to congratulate Fang Yi.

Shortly after, another martial artist, who was also a bit tipsy, looked at Ze Zi and Fang Yi and suddenly said, "Brother Fang, do you have a preferred type? After all, a genius martial artist like you surely isn't lacking in admirers."

Fang Yi shook his head gently after hearing this and set down his teacup: "No, I haven't thought about such things for the time being."

The path of martial arts is long and profound.

Fang Yi was so deeply immersed in it that he couldn't extricate himself. Since becoming a martial artist, his mind had only been filled with becoming stronger, killing monsters, and making money.

He hadn't considered matters between men and women yet.

The martial artist heard this and said with some excitement: "Isn't that perfect? Sister Ze is also single since birth! Plus, she's only around 20, and she's very pretty! She's also the type who can be both alluring and cute, a real chameleon. She looks better than some celebrities, and that's without makeup; if she were to put on makeup... tsk tsk tsk."

The martial artist wanted to continue, but was immediately glared at fiercely by a blushing Ze Zi.

Seeing this, the latter was so scared he trembled and didn't dare to speak further.

Fang Yi just smiled faintly after hearing this and didn't pursue the topic.

The gathering soon broke up.

Fang Yi returned to the Bright Moon Residential District, rested for a while, and then continued his training and practicing his fist force techniques.

October 11th, the final day before heading to the Elite Preparatory Camp.

Morning.

As Fang Yi was brushing his teeth and washing up as usual, he suddenly felt a strange change in his body!

This change was very familiar, just like when he awakened his Double Pupil Eyes.

Fang Yi quickly rinsed his mouth and washed his face. Just as he was about to check his panel, he suddenly noticed that a mysterious black color had emerged in his right eye in the mirror!

The next second.

A Double Pupil Eye, as brilliant as a gemstone, was born.

A panel also appeared before his eyes.

[Double Pupil Eyes]:

(Left) Growth Progress──6.4%

(Right) Growth Progress──0.2%

[Fist Force──138000kg×(1.5)]

[Speed──799m/s×(1.5)]

[Nerve Reaction──Intermediate War God (Super)]

["?" Unlock Progress─0%]

"A new Double Pupil Eye has been born... So that question mark meant the second Double Pupil Eye."

But Fang Yi remained puzzled, because there was still a question mark progress bar at the bottom of the panel.

"If the previous progress bar referred to the second Double Pupil Eye, that would make sense. Then what is this new question mark?"

Fang Yi was increasingly shocked; his golden finger was not as simple as just the Double Pupil Eyes!

After a brief moment of surprise, a wave of joy followed.

Through many days of cultivation and awakening, he had already stepped into the level of an Intermediate War God.

An 18-year-old War God.

If he told anyone, it would scare a whole crowd of people.

On the day before heading to the preparatory camp, he had grown into a War God.

Fang Yi braced his hands on the vanity, looking at his pair of brilliant Double Pupil Eyes in the mirror.

"This is just the beginning."

Entering the Elite Preparatory Camp, reaching beyond the War God level, stepping into the Planetary Level, heading into the universe...

It all starts with a pair of Double Pupil Eyes!