Inside the Training Camp.
Fang Yi held his war halberd and kept honing his basic skills. Tonight, this was the thirteenth time he had repeated a full set of basic war halberd techniques.
With each practice session, Fang Yi became more familiar with the weapon in his hands. After finishing another round, he moved on to sword practice. This was the twelfth time tonight he had repeated a full set of basic sword techniques.
Jiang Fang stood to one side.
She paid close attention to the key points and mistakes in every move Fang Yi made, then pointed out any problems and corrected them.
Although her main discipline was saber techniques, she had some knowledge of and experience with other weapons as well.
As the minutes passed,
a look of astonishment gradually appeared on Jiang Fang's usually calm face.
Fang Yi's movements were already highly precise, with few issues to begin with. Now, she couldn't see any flaws or signs of inexperience at all.
His proficiency...
You could say he'd been practicing for years, and no one would question it.
"Good. Finish this round, then take a break. Tomorrow's your first official day of training at the camp."
"Okay."
"Also, although I don't recommend that a Martial Artist train with two weapons, your talent and proficiency are quite unusual—and impressive. So you can give it a try. Of course, if it doesn't feel right, don't force yourself."
"Understood."
Fang Yi nodded earnestly.
Jiang Fang sighed. "While watching you, I even had a fleeting feeling that you could try creating your own techniques... I'm just putting the thought out there, but you could also try to develop a style of martial arts that's uniquely yours."
"Develop one myself?"
Fang Yi considered it.
But it would be best to combine it with other martial arts first, then try again after studying and refining his own insights over time.
After finishing his last round of sword practice, he wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Fang Yi said goodbye to Jiang Fang, then returned to his loft to rest.
The loft.
After washing up, Fang Yi brought a cup of warm tea to his computer desk.
He checked the messages he'd missed.
The most eye-catching was a long string of bank deposit notifications: "Bank of Communications: 14.1 billion Huaxia dollars have been deposited into your account..."
"Pfft... cough, cough."
When Fang Yi saw the amount, he almost spat out his tea.
"Why is it so much?"
After thinking for a moment, Fang Yi realized.
It was the total value of the materials from the two Lord Monsters he'd killed in the Demon Cave, along with the materials from several other monsters.
Of course,
the Great Golden Black Crow had sold for the most. That one alone had gone for 8.8 billion!
Elementary Lord prices ranged from 500 million to 3.9 billion.
Intermediate Lord prices ranged from 1.5 billion to 9 billion.
Advanced Lord prices ranged from 5.3 billion to 20 billion.
And that was even after selling through the Limit Dojo, which let him earn contribution points. If he'd sold to the HR Alliance, he would have gotten even more.
This one trip had earned him what some Martial Artists made in most of their lives.
Fang Yi wiped his mouth, then went to the Limit Home marketplace. But as soon as he saw the items there, he felt poor all over again.
"I'm already an Intermediate War God. My weapons and combat suit need to be Series 8 or higher, since my opponents from now on will be Lord-level Monsters... I can afford it, but one set still costs tens of billions."
Fang Yi narrowed his eyes and searched for other weapons.
He happened to find an unusual weapon in the marketplace: a long sword specially made for Psychic Masters. It contained eighteen Flying Needles, each of which was rated at Series 9, as was the sword itself. It could injure an Advanced Lord.
It was essentially a combination of a Psychic Master's weapon and a conventional weapon.
It was just right for him. There were other weapons in this series, too, but unfortunately, none were war halberds, spears, or clubs.
And production was limited.
It seemed the weapon was overly complex, and few Psychic Masters could control it perfectly, so it hadn't sold well.
It had remained obscure as a result.
"Should I buy one to practice with?"
The weapon could be used to kill enemies as well as practice controlling objects.
As for telekinetic weapons, Fang Yi preferred Flying Needles. They were small, yet could still inflict penetrating damage.
The main reason was that his Creation Divine Light could spread perfectly over the needles.
Flying Knives had a larger surface area, which meant they would consume more Divine Light.
In terms of value for money, Flying Needles were definitely a better fit for him.
Besides, controlling objects was only a supplementary skill for him, and Flying Needles were better value than Flying Knives, darts, and other weapons.
"I'll buy it, then. It's only a bit over a billion. I don't need to worry about a combat suit just yet. I'll try to reach Trial Tower Level 5 as soon as I can and get my hands on a Black God Set."
Fang Yi picked out a series of useful pieces of equipment, compiled them into a list, and sent it to Wu Tong.
Having someone else buy them for him would help reduce the prices as much as possible.
Once he'd finished everything, Fang Yi returned to bed to rest.
Morning.
6:37 a.m.
A series of knocks came at the door early in the morning. Fang Yi was already awake and getting washed and dressed.
"Coming."
After washing up and changing, Fang Yi opened the door.
A man and a woman stood outside. The man had a solemn expression. He was thin, yet looked sturdy.
Fang Yi thought for a moment and remembered that he was probably one of the Huaxia students at the Training Camp, Shi Jiang.
"Fang Yi, hello! If Teacher Yang hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known we had a new student from Huaxia!"
The woman smiled and hurried forward to greet Fang Yi. "Oh, right. I'm Zhao Ruo. You can just call me Senior Sister Zhao."
"Hello to you both. I only arrived yesterday," Fang Yi said, greeting them.
After a brief exchange of pleasantries,
Zhao Ruo said she wanted to hold a welcome banquet for Fang Yi.
Fang Yi smiled and declined. These kinds of events were too much trouble. It would be enough if they showed him around and introduced him to the other senior brothers and sisters.
"How can we skip that? We should hold one. It'll be a chance for you to meet everyone. We're all Huaxia students at the Training Camp, after all. It's basically your introduction to the camp, so everyone can get to know you."
Zhao Ruo wore an expression that was both cute and impossible to refuse.
Shi Jiang, standing to one side, agreed. "Your senior sister's right."
Seeing how determined they were, Fang Yi didn't refuse again. After all, they'd be classmates who ran into each other all the time.
He couldn't end up like he had in college in his previous life,
where after four years, he still couldn't name half of his classmates.
"Then it's settled!"
Eight o'clock that evening.
Twenty-one students from Huaxia gathered on the second floor of Elite Training Camp Restaurant No. 1.
Everyone was incredibly welcoming.
Since Fang Yi didn't drink, he raised his teacup and clinked it against everyone else's.
The banquet lasted two hours.
It was late by the time everyone said their goodbyes and left. Just as Fang Yi was about to return to his loft,
Senior Brother Chu Qiang made him an offer: if Fang Yi was interested in joining the Military, he could contact him directly.
Fang Yi nodded and accepted the offer, then said goodbye to Zhao Ruo, Chu Qiang, and the others before returning to his loft.
After a quick wash, he went to bed and began training.
I should get ready for the next stage of my training...
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