Trump Card Exposed

However, upon reaching the end, Zhang Zelong was shocked to discover that Zhang Haobai's death was indeed not caused by a simple car accident.

The footage from the camera was incredibly clear; in the video, a piece of car debris suddenly floated into the air without warning, and immediately afterward, it acted like a lethal blade, piercing directly into Zhang Haobai's heart.

"A Spiritual Telekinetic?"

Zhang Zelong's younger brother was a martial artist, and because of this connection, he naturally possessed a certain level of understanding regarding information related to martial artists.

Seeing this scene, the thought flashed through his mind instantly.

"That Luo Feng is a Spiritual Telekinetic?"

From the surveillance footage inside the car, it was clear that the moment the car was about to hit Luo Feng, the video flickered, and the car immediately swerved on its own.

And the fact that the final piece of car debris had floated up automatically to commit murder made everything perfectly clear.

Zhang Zelong knew full well the power of a Spiritual Telekinetic.

In this world, if it could be said that martial artists were one in ten thousand among ordinary people, then Spiritual Telekinetics were a rare, one-in-a-million existence even among the ranks of martial artists.

"No, I have to tell my brother about this. Right now, he is the only one who might be able to help me.

I absolutely cannot let Haobai die in such an unclear way."

Although the Jiangnan Security Bureau had the authority to judge martial artists, Zhang Zelong knew in his heart that he could not hand this video over to them.

After all, it was obvious from the video that Zhang Haobai had been the one to "make a move" first, intentionally trying to harm Luo Feng.

And as a noble Spiritual Telekinetic, Luo Feng would be acting in self-defense; killing an ordinary person who intended to harm him would result in no consequences.

Because martial artists themselves enjoyed certain privileges, and some even held direct "licenses to kill."

After weighing the pros and cons, Zhang Zelong closed the video and quickly made a phone call.

"Beep—beep—"

Outside the base city, in a dilapidated 11-story building, Zhang Zehu looked at the incoming call flashing on his phone and answered it directly.

"Big brother, what is it?"

"Ahu, your nephew is dead."

Zhang Zelong's voice was low and filled with grief.

"Haobai... is dead?"

Zhang Zehu was momentarily dazed, thinking he had misheard, as the news was simply too sudden.

"Yes, that child Haobai, he was killed by someone."

"How is that possible? Within the base city, who would dare to be so bold as to kill someone?"

Even special martial artists who possessed a license to kill could not just slaughter the innocent at will.

"Big brother, tell me, what exactly happened?"

A surge of intense killing intent suddenly erupted in Zhang Zehu's voice.

Zhang Zelong immediately recounted the events from the video exactly as they had occurred.

A brief silence fell on the other end of the line, and a moment later, Zhang Zehu's voice came through, carrying a hint of disbelief.

"Haobai actually ran into a Spiritual Telekinetic? And an 18-year-old one at that?"

Zhang Zehu felt the extreme difficulty of the situation.

A Spiritual Telekinetic, even one who had just awakened, could be comparable to an advanced warrior.

Furthermore, Spiritual Telekinetics held an incredibly lofty status, and they possessed a rapid growth period in their early stages, making it very easy for them to reach the Warlord level.

And once they reached the Warlord level, they would be an existence capable of crushing ordinary Warlord-level martial artists.

"For this matter, we can only bury it deep in our hearts for now.

But don't worry, this Luo Feng has only just awakened; his strength shouldn't be particularly high yet. If a suitable opportunity arises in the future, I will personally kill him to avenge Haobai.

Of course, if there is no suitable opportunity, then we will have to helplessly accept this reality.

Do not harbor any fantasies of revenge in the future; a Spiritual Telekinetic... is an existence we cannot afford to provoke."

"Mm."

Zhang Zelong nodded helplessly. Having lived through the chaotic era of the Great Nirvana, he had long since clearly seen the cruel rules of this world where the weak were prey to the strong and the strong were respected.

Although the brothers Zhang Zelong and Zhang Zehu were currently helpless against Luo Feng, Luo Feng did not know that the secret of him being a Spiritual Telekinetic had been discovered by others so early in this life.

"Clang~~ Clang~~ Clang~~"

On a summer morning, with the sun just beginning to rise slowly from the horizon, the bell outside the hall rang punctually at six o'clock.

At home, Luo Hongguo and Gong Xinlan had already gotten up upon hearing the bell.

And Luo Feng, who had been sitting cross-legged in meditation for several hours, finally opened his eyes slowly, a satisfied smile appearing on his face.

"As expected, from childhood to now, this first conscious absorption of cosmic energy lasted the longest. I actually absorbed it for a full seven or eight hours before reaching a state of saturation."

Luo Feng clearly felt that the power contained within his body was significantly greater than it had been in the past.

"The improvement from just this one night feels like it won't be any smaller than the boost I got when I first awakened as a Spiritual Telekinetic."

Luo Feng thought to himself.

"I estimate that the force of a single punch from me now could reach 4000kg, or perhaps even higher."

However, this was merely an estimation based on the changes in his body; as for exactly how much his strength had increased, he would only know after a detailed test.

"A punch force of over 4000kg reaches the level of an Advanced Warrior. By common logic, Spiritual Telekinesis is generally two minor levels higher than one's Warrior level, so my Spiritual Telekinesis should have reached the Intermediate Warlord level. This start is truly wonderful."

"I can't wait to participate in the actual combat assessment for martial artists and see those legendary, terrifying monsters with my own eyes."

Excitement flickered in Luo Feng's eyes. Influenced by the Dragonblood Warrior bloodline within him, he was filled with a craving for battle.

From a young age, he had always heard legendary stories about martial artists and the horror and power of monsters. Now that he was about to face all of this in person, his heart was naturally yearning for it.

"Time to get up and head to the Limit Martial Arts Hall to test and see exactly what level my physical fitness has reached."

Relying solely on his own intuition was never accurate enough. Filled with power, Luo Feng quickly got out of bed and headed toward the Limit Martial Arts Hall.

Twenty minutes later, Luo Feng arrived at the Limit Martial Arts Hall.

Since his quasi-martial artist certificate had not yet arrived, Luo Feng still took out his "Advanced Student" ID card and successfully entered the hall.

"Senior Brother Luo Feng."

"Good morning, Senior Brother Luo Feng."

Inside the Limit Martial Arts Hall, there were many students doing morning exercises on the grassy paths. Many of them had already learned that Luo Feng passed the quasi-martial artist assessment yesterday, so their tone was more respectful than usual when they greeted him.

Luo Feng nodded with a smile in response, then headed straight for the third floor of the teaching building.

"Hah! Hup!"

As soon as he went upstairs, he heard powerful shouts and exhales coming from the martial arts practice hall.

Luo Feng looked inside and saw a young man in a white robe holding an iron spear, dancing it with abandon. The spear tips flashed, and his momentum was extraordinary.

"Brother Tie."

Luo Feng called out with a smile.

"Practicing your spear work so early in the morning? That's quite rare."

"Madman, don't even mention it. It's all because I was stimulated by you and Yang Wu. You two quietly became quasi-martial artists. I'm older than both of you, yet I'm still just an Advanced Student. If I don't work harder, I'm afraid I'll never have a chance to become a martial artist in this lifetime."

The young man in the white robe stopped his movements and said with a hint of envy.

For all Advanced Students, becoming a martial artist was their dream goal; however, many people could only remain at the Advanced Student level for their entire lives.

"You all knew?"

Luo Feng was a bit surprised. After all, he had only passed the assessment yesterday afternoon, and he hadn't expected the entire hall to know about it today.

"Last night, when the instructor was teaching us, he specifically mentioned it. It really gave us Advanced Students quite a shock."

The young man in the white robe rubbed his head helplessly.

"Seeing that both of you passed successfully, I didn't dare to slack off in the slightest, so I came here early this morning to practice my spear."

Luo Feng nodded, understanding the reason.

So it was the instructor who had mentioned it during the lecture. No wonder the younger students outside had looked at him with such different, more adoring eyes just now.

Although the Yi'an District Limit Martial Arts Hall had over 30,000 students, there were only six instructors in total, and only one head instructor.

When instructors gave lectures, they were mostly held in massive teaching halls that could accommodate thousands of people.

Once thousands of people knew, the news spread easily, and almost everyone knew about it.