"Forget it. If I use it here, I'm afraid I'll tear down the entire Elite Training Camp—"
Fang Yi slowly lowered his hand.
The terrifying runes that had been gathering, on the verge of taking shape.
Wisps of aura and pressure gradually dissipated into the world.
"Soon, I'll be heading into the universe. I need to prepare properly."
Fang Yi's mental strength had now reached Star Level, but his body's Martial Artist path was still at the eighth level of Planetary Level.
Although his overall strength was already enough to fight Star Level opponents, his Martial Artist level was still far too low.
"I'll do my best to reach Star Level within a year. It sounds difficult and unbelievable, but with the Heavy Pupil and Supreme Bone, it isn't impossible."
Inside the Elite Training Camp.
Fang Yi turned off the option for students to book lessons with him. His status had changed so quickly that it was no longer appropriate for him to teach as an instructor.
In other words,
getting a chance to receive Fang Yi's guidance would be just as difficult as it had once been to meet Hong.
Iceberg, Yaorao, and the others stood to one side, looking through the various matters concerning the Limit Dojo in their hands.
"I'll leave it to you. You're Hong's personal guards, after all, so you have the authority to handle some of the Limit Dojo's affairs. Besides, didn't you help Hong deal with these things before?"
Fang Yi sat on a sofa, looking through the hospital's latest update.
Hong and Thunder God were still alive, but they were in a vegetative state and no one knew when they would wake up.
Fang Yi knew, of course.
If nothing unexpected happened, they would all wake up one after another before