At the edge of the fighter.
The spear-wielding Martial Artist bowed gratefully to Fang Yi, Yang Hui, and the others.
"Thank you. I really am grateful!"
The two members behind him were carrying a corpse whose head was wrapped in bandages.
After hearing about the team's ordeal, Yang Hui and the others all wore sorrowful, helpless expressions.
"He's a real man."
Yang Hui gently patted the spear-wielding Martial Artist on the shoulder.
Before boarding, Fang Yi asked Wu Tong, "What about the corpses of the monsters I killed, including the Lord-level ones?"
"You're still reluctant to part with those monster corpses, kid?" Wu Tong looked toward the ruins, where many Martial Artists who had rushed over were watching the area with burning eyes. This place was a treasure trove!
The ground was covered in money!
"Don't worry. We'll send some people to help you clear things out. You don't need to worry about anyone taking your things. Anyone who dares to steal monster materials from a genius of the Limit Dojo is picking a fight with the Limit Dojo."
Wu Tong's voice carried far.
He deliberately made sure it reached hundreds of kilometers in every direction.
It was also a warning to anyone with designs on the monsters here.
Fang Yi nodded calmly, then boarded the fighter with the others. Once it took off, only a few staff members remained to mark out the surrounding area.
The Limit General Dojo headquarters.
Fang Yi followed Yang Hui and the others to a vast Martial Arts Hall.
There, he saw a man in a white training uniform smiling as he watched their group approach.
"You're all here."
Zhuge Dao then introduced the man in the white training uniform. His name was Zhou Zhengyong, a War God Level expert and the chairman of the Limit General Dojo.
Fang Yi nodded politely in greeting.
Then they began discussing the Elite Preparatory Camp. Fang Yi had displayed exceptional talent, so he had received the last available spot, which had nearly been taken just recently.
Even without that spot, however, he could enter directly by passing the B-grade test.
Everyone believed that the B-grade test would be no trouble for Fang Yi.
Everything he had shown so far had been astonishing!
"Since there are no problems, let's sign the contract. Then get ready, and Envoy Yang will take you to the preparatory camp."
"Sure. Sorry for the trouble."
"Haha, don't mention it. You're our pride and joy. If you become a War God, you'll add another powerful force to humanity!"
After Fang Yi finished speaking with Chairman Zhou,
a staff member prepared the contract and handed it to him. Yang Hui also brought out a black seal and stamped it.
Once all the formalities were complete,
Fang Yi chatted with everyone before taking a car back to Bright Moon Residential District to pack.
He was scheduled to leave for the Elite Preparatory Camp around the middle of next month. Someone would come to pick him up on October 12.
September 25.
Fang Yi received an invitation to a private dining room on the third floor of the HR Alliance Mall.
The invitation came from Ze Zi and the three Martial Artists he had met in the Demon Cave. They knew Ze Zi well and had gotten Fang Yi's contact information from him.
To repay Fang Yi for saving their lives,
they invited him to meet with everyone that day. Fang Yi didn't refuse.
After all,
apart from training and practicing his punches, he had nothing else to take care of.
"Cheers, Brother Fang Yi! If it weren't for you, I might never have gotten revenge! I'll drink first!"
The spear-wielding Martial Artist was named Duan Wu.
He clasped his wine cup in both hands and drained it in one gulp.
Fang Yi didn't drink alcohol, so he only raised his tea and nodded slightly to him.
The meal was mostly filled with casual conversation.
The others seemed deeply troubled. They were all considered mid-level Martial Artists and had reached the Intermediate War General level, but whenever they encountered a true genius, they couldn't help feeling lost and insignificant.
Even though they had all reached the middle ranks, many of their family members were ill or disabled and needed a great deal of money.
That was what life was like for Martial Artist families. For ordinary people, it was even worse.
Still, they didn't dwell on such a heavy topic. Talking about it would only bring everyone down, so they each dealt with their worries privately and showed only their positive sides.
"Brother Fang Yi, I heard you're going to the Elite Training Camp!" asked Duan Wu, his cheeks flushed.
"Mm." Fang Yi took a sip of tea and nodded.
Ze Zi looked surprised. He knew Fang Yi was a genius Martial Artist, unlike people like them.
Even so, hearing that Fang Yi was going to the Elite Training Camp still left him shaken.
"Congratulations." Ze Zi raised a piece of fruit and nodded to Fang Yi.
Then one of the Martial Artists, who was also a little drunk, suddenly looked at Ze Zi and Fang Yi. "Brother Fang, what kind of person do you like? A genius Martial Artist like you must have plenty of people chasing after you."
Fang Yi shook his head lightly and put down his teacup. "No one in particular. I haven't thought about that yet."
The path of martial arts was long and profound.
Fang Yi was so immersed in it that he couldn't pull himself away. Ever since becoming a Martial Artist, his mind had been full of getting stronger, killing monsters, and making money.
He hadn't given romance a thought.
The Martial Artist perked up and said, "Well, that works out perfectly! Sister Ze has been single her whole life, too! She's only around twenty, and she's beautiful! She can be cute or alluring—she's got every side to her. She's way prettier than some celebrities, and that's without makeup. Just imagine what she'd look like with makeup... Tsk, tsk, tsk."
He was about to say more when Ze Zi glared at him fiercely, her face red.
The Martial Artist immediately began trembling and fell silent.
Fang Yi only smiled faintly and didn't join in.
The gathering soon broke up.
Fang Yi returned to Bright Moon Residential District. After taking a short rest, he resumed his training and practiced the Force Application Technique for his punches.
October 11—the last day before he left for the Elite Preparatory Camp.
Morning.
Fang Yi was brushing his teeth as usual when he suddenly sensed a strange change in his body!
The change felt very familiar, just like when his Double Pupil Eyes had first awakened.
Fang Yi quickly rinsed his mouth and washed his face. Just as he was about to check the Interface, he noticed that his reflection's right eye had turned a deep black!
The next second,
a brilliant Double Pupil Eye, like a precious gem, appeared.
An Interface appeared before his eyes as well.
[Double Pupil Eyes]: (Left) Growth Progress—6.4% (Right) Growth Progress—0.2% [Punching Power—138000kg × (1.5)] [Speed—799m/s × (1.5)] [Nerve Response—Intermediate War God (Super)] ["?" Unlock Progress—0%]
"A new Double Pupil Eye has appeared... So that question mark meant a second Double Pupil Eye."
But Fang Yi was still confused, because another question-mark progress bar remained at the bottom of the Interface.
"If the previous progress bar referred to a second Double Pupil Eye, that makes sense. But what does this new question mark mean?"
Fang Yi grew increasingly astonished. His golden finger wasn't just the Double Pupil Eyes!
After a brief moment of surprise, excitement washed over him.
After days of training and awakening, he had reached the Intermediate War God level.
A War God at eighteen.
Just hearing it would leave countless people stunned.
On the day before he left for the preparatory camp, he had become a War God.
Fang Yi braced both hands against the sink and gazed at his brilliant pair of Double Pupil Eyes in the mirror.
"This is only the beginning."
He would enter the Elite Preparatory Camp, surpass the War God level, reach the Planetary Level, and venture into the universe...
It all began with a pair of Double Pupil Eyes!
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