"The rankings above are also very important..."
Yang Hui walked alongside Fang Yi, explaining various details about the Training Camp.
From the Ancient Civilization Ruins to the ranking points he would earn later, Fang Yi already knew all of it, but he still listened carefully.
Along the way,
he saw plenty of young people from all over the country, dressed in training uniforms.
The Nine-Layered Tower stood ahead. It was where the students studied and trained, and it also housed the special training rooms.
After they finished talking, Yang Hui took Fang Yi to complete the check-in procedures.
Inside the pavilion,
Yang Hui gave him a few instructions, then left, saying he would come by again tomorrow.
After Yang Hui had gone,
Fang Yi began to rest.
The pavilion was neat and had an old-fashioned charm.
Most modern facilities were missing, but there was electricity and lighting. Fang Yi did a little cleaning and arranged his things, then practiced Five Hearts Toward Heaven before moving on to Force Output exercises.
The next day.
At the office where the paperwork was being processed,
"Let's use 5610 for the code... and make the last two digits 00."
Yang Hui looked curious. "Why that?"
"It suits me."
Fang Yi had chosen the digits 00 because he was a transmigrator. They symbolized an outsider, the unknown, or perhaps something strangely empty.
The number suited his identity better.
Besides, the two digits also resembled his Double Pupil Eyes.
"Fine. That'll be your code, then."
Once the paperwork was complete,
a new name appeared on the display board above the Black Dragon Carving Ranking Board: "No. 183 Fang Yi (561000)."
Afterward,
his identity information was distributed among the various powerful nations. As a member of the Elite Training Camp, he naturally had a special status.
He would also become someone many people, factions, and countries would keep an eye on and try to recruit.
Everyone who entered the Training Camp received this kind of special "attention."
Completing the paperwork also meant that Fang Yi had officially become a member of the Training Camp.
He could begin formal training.
Before that, he went with Yang Hui to the New City Pavilion.
Fang Yi would be staying there from now on. It had only three pavilions, and since the area had just been built, he was currently its only resident.
Inside the pavilion,
Fang Yi began cleaning up and unpacking his things.
When he was done,
he set up his computer and looked through the student handbook for the Training Camp.
The most important thing in the Training Camp was the points ranking.
The higher one's rank, the richer the rewards.
Fang Yi knew the rewards very well, so he quickly skimmed that section. After clearing Level 5 of the Trial Tower, he could get the Dragon Blood, SS-Grade Combat Suit, weapons, manuals, and even the Black God Set he needed.
That was Fang Yi's main goal in entering the Training Camp.
"I'll rest today and start training properly tomorrow. Yang Hui said a teacher would come tomorrow to guide me, and I'd start trying out weapons."
Fang Yi moved the mouse, clicking through various pages to check other details about the Training Camp.
At the same time, his right hand tapped against the desk.
He had already built a solid foundation in his punch Force Output, reaching the level of practice he wanted. Now he could try learning to use weapons.
As he thought it over,
Fang Yi came across the method for earning battle credits.
An Elementary Beast-General-rank monster was worth 1 battle credit.
An Intermediate Beast-General-rank monster was worth 10 battle credits.
The values increased from there; an Elementary Lord-rank monster was worth 1,000 battle credits.
"If I kill two Lord-level Monsters, I'll be judged to have reached the standard for a War God. Then I'll graduate and leave the Training Camp, so Lord-level Monsters won't be my targets going forward. I should focus on Advanced Beast Generals instead."
The points were calculated by multiplying "battle credits" by "Combat Power multiplier." The Combat Power multiplier, in turn, was determined by multiplying a martial artist's punch Force Output level by their Trial Tower level.
"Say I have 1,000 battle credits, a Trial Tower level of 3, and a punch Force Output level of 3. Multiply them together, and it's 1,000 × 9, for a total of 9,000 points..."
After familiarizing himself with the important details,
Fang Yi began watching videos from all the instructors about the eighteen kinds of weapons.
He was watching closely when his phone notified him of a message. He glanced at the time and saw that it was already evening.
Fang Yi got up and headed to the Training Camp.
Inside the Training Camp,
a beautiful female instructor stood in the center.
One glance at her, and Fang Yi guessed that she was the instructor Jiang Fang.
She fit the description of full breasts, a shapely bottom, and a slender waist perfectly.
"Fang Yi, starting today, I'll be your assigned teacher, and you'll be my sixth student. My name is Jiang Fang." Jiang Fang was like a blade, giving off a chilling, murderous aura.
"Teacher Jiang." Fang Yi gave her a slight nod.
"I heard you haven't started training with weapons yet. You've only been practicing your punches?"
"Yeah, that's right."
Jiang Fang gave a slight nod. Yang Hui had told her about Fang Yi, and she knew he was a rare genius who had slain a Lord-level Monster with nothing but his fists.
Fist techniques were the foundation of weapon techniques.
After all, every weapon was wielded with the hands.
"Then I'll tailor your training to you. First, we need to find the weapon that suits you best. Try out each of the eighteen kinds, and I'll see which one suits you."
"Okay."
Fang Yi nodded seriously.
Although he had never trained with weapons, every martial artist knew the basic techniques for using them, unless they hadn't studied seriously or had focused on only a select few.
He went to the weapon rack.
Fang Yi picked up the weapons and practiced the basic moves in front of Jiang Fang. Though he rarely used them, his basic moves were still precise and powerful, showing off each weapon's strengths.
After he had tried the eighteen kinds of weapons as well as the other unusual weapons,
Fang Yi put away the last one. Jiang Fang thought it over, resting her chin on her hand, then said, "I've watched you. You're very familiar with the basics of every weapon, but the two you handle most naturally and skillfully are these."
Jiang Fang then walked over to the weapon rack.
She took out a long sword and performed a series of beautiful moves in front of Fang Yi. The blade flashed like a swimming dragon; even those simple techniques showed more than a decade of hard practice.
"You have a real talent for the sword. I can even see hints of the Nine-Layered Thunder Blade in your movements. And the second weapon is..."
Jiang Fang leaned the long sword against the side.
Then she took a War Halberd from the weapon rack. Its shaft was long and slender, its blade keen and gleaming, and its cold glint sent a strange shiver through anyone who saw it.
She gripped the shaft with both hands and immediately unleashed several fierce, ruthless moves.
The spear was known as the king of weapons, and the War Halberd, which was derived from it, was even more savage and imposing.
The War Halberd in Jiang Fang's hands was like a vicious dragon.
Every move radiated a solemn air of slaughter, and the wind from her swings kept reverberating through the room.
The sound of it cutting through the air echoed around the training room.
"When you use the War Halberd, you get into the flow more easily. Your grip and technique are both good, and I can see hints of the Nine-Layered Thunder Blade in that, too. Your weapon swings also follow the principle of speed."
Jiang Fang spun the War Halberd with one hand, then put it back on the weapon rack.
"As for the other weapons, you're good with those too, but they're nowhere near as suited to you as these two. So if you're going to start training with weapons, you can begin with them."
"Understood."
Fang Yi nodded seriously.
When he used the long sword and War Halberd, they felt not only natural in his hands but strangely familiar, and he also felt a tightness in his chest.
That tightness didn't affect his condition, though.
The sense of familiarity came from his Heavy Pupil. As for the tightness in his chest, it was unusual, and he couldn't yet explain what it was...
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