It was only when he reached the end that Zhang Zelong realized, to his shock, that Zhang Haobai hadn't died in an ordinary car accident.
The footage was crystal clear. In the video, a piece of car wreckage suddenly floated into the air without warning. Then, like a deadly blade, it plunged straight into Zhang Haobai's heart.
"A Spiritual Telekinetic?"
Zhang Zelong's younger brother was a Martial Artist. Through him, Zhang Zelong had naturally learned a fair amount about Martial Artists.
The moment he saw the footage, the thought flashed through his mind.
"Is that Luo Feng a Spiritual Telekinetic?"
The interior camera footage clearly showed that just before the car hit Luo Feng, the image flickered, and the car suddenly turned on its own.
Then the wreckage had floated up by itself and killed someone. That made everything clear.
Zhang Zelong knew just how powerful Spiritual Telekinetics were.
In this world, if Martial Artists were one in ten thousand among ordinary people, then Spiritual Telekinetics were as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns among Martial Artists—one in ten thousand.
No, I have to tell my younger brother about this. He may be the only one who can help me now.
I can't let Haobai die without knowing why.
Although the Jiangnan Security Bureau had the authority to judge Martial Artists, Zhang Zelong knew he couldn't hand the video over to them.
After all, the footage clearly showed Zhang Haobai making the first move, deliberately attacking Luo Feng.
And Luo Feng was a noble Spiritual Telekinetic. If he killed an ordinary person who had tried to harm him in self-defense, nothing would happen to him.
Martial Artists already enjoyed certain privileges, and some even carried "licenses to kill."
After weighing the pros and cons, Zhang Zelong turned off the video and quickly made a call.
"Beep—beep—"
Outside the Base City, inside a dilapidated eleven-story building, Zhang Zehu saw his phone lighting up with an incoming call and answered immediately.
"Big Brother, what is it?"
"Ah Hu, your nephew is dead."
Zhang Zelong's voice was low and grief-stricken.
"Haobai... is dead?"
Zhang Zehu was momentarily dazed, thinking he must have heard wrong. The news had come too suddenly.
"Yes. Haobai was killed."
"How is that possible? Who would dare kill someone so brazenly inside a Base City?"
Even Martial Artists with special licenses to kill weren't allowed to slaughter innocent people at will.
"Big Brother, tell me exactly what happened."
A fierce killing intent suddenly surged into Zhang Zehu's voice.
Zhang Zelong immediately recounted everything that had happened in the video, from beginning to end.
Silence fell on the other end of the phone. A moment later, Zhang Zehu spoke, his voice tinged with disbelief.
"Haobai actually ran into a Spiritual Telekinetic? And an eighteen-year-old one at that?"
Zhang Zehu could see how troublesome this was.
Even a newly awakened Spiritual Telekinetic could rival an Advanced Warrior.
What's more, Spiritual Telekinetics held an exalted status. In the early stages, they also enjoyed a rapid Growth Stage, making it easy for them to reach War General Level.
And once they reached War General Level, they could crush ordinary War General-level Martial Artists.
"For now, all we can do is keep this buried.
"But don't worry. Luo Feng has only just awakened, so he probably isn't that strong yet. If the right opportunity comes along, I'll kill him myself and avenge Haobai.
"Of course, if no suitable opportunity presents itself, we'll have no choice but to accept reality.
"Don't hold on to any thoughts of revenge. Spiritual Telekinetics... aren't people we can afford to provoke."
"Mm."
Zhang Zelong nodded helplessly. He had lived through the chaos of the Great Nirvana era and had long since come to understand the cruel rules of this world: the strong preyed on the weak, and might made right.
Though the Zhang brothers were powerless against Luo Feng for now, Luo Feng had no idea that someone had learned his secret—that he was a Spiritual Telekinetic—so early in this life.
"Bong~~ Bong~~ Bong~~"
On a summer morning, the sun had only just begun to rise above the horizon. At six o'clock, the bell outside the hall rang right on time.
At home, Luo Hongguo and Gong Xinlan got up as soon as they heard the bell.
Luo Feng, who had been sitting cross-legged in meditation for several hours, finally opened his eyes. A satisfied smile appeared on his face.
As expected, this first conscious absorption of Cosmic Energy, the first since I was born, took the longest. I actually spent a full seven or eight hours absorbing it before I reached saturation.
Luo Feng could clearly feel that the strength within his body had grown by a great deal.
The gains from last night don't feel any smaller than the improvement I experienced when I first awakened as a Spiritual Telekinetic.
Luo Feng estimated his strength.
I can probably hit with 4,000 kilograms of force now, maybe even more.
But that was only an estimate based on how his body felt. To know exactly how much stronger he'd become, he would need to take a proper test.
Punching with over 4,000 kilograms of force would put me at Advanced Warrior level. Normally, Spiritual Telekinesis is two minor levels above a Martial Artist's physical strength. That means my Spiritual Telekinesis should be at Intermediate War General Level. What a great start.
I can't wait to take the Martial Artist Combat Assessment and see those legendary, terrifying monsters with my own eyes.
Excitement glittered in Luo Feng's eyes. The Dragonblood Warrior bloodline within him had filled him with a yearning for battle.
Ever since he was a child, he had heard legendary tales of Martial Artists and stories about how terrifying and powerful monsters were. Now that he would soon face them himself, he was naturally eager for the day to come.
Time to get up and test myself at the Limit Martial Arts Hall. I want to see just how strong my body has become.
A feeling of strength throughout his body wasn't accurate enough. Luo Feng quickly got dressed and headed for the Limit Martial Arts Hall.
Twenty minutes later, Luo Feng arrived at the Limit Martial Arts Hall.
Since he hadn't received his Quasi-Martial Artist certificate yet, he still took out his Advanced Martial Arts Student ID and entered without a problem.
"Senior Brother Luo Feng."
"Morning, Senior Brother Luo Feng."
There were plenty of students doing their morning exercises along the paths and lawns inside the Limit Martial Arts Hall. Many had already heard that Luo Feng passed the Quasi-Martial Artist Assessment the day before. Their greetings were more respectful than before.
Luo Feng smiled and nodded in response, then headed straight for the third floor of the teaching building.
"Ha! Hah!"
As soon as he went upstairs, he heard a series of forceful shouts coming from the Martial Arts Hall.
Luo Feng looked inside and saw a young man in a white robe holding an iron spear. He was flourishing the weapon with abandon, its glinting spearheads carrying an imposing air.
"Brother Tie."
Luo Feng called out with a smile.
"Practicing your spear this early in the morning? That's rare."
"Madman, don't get me started. You and Yang Wu are the reason. You both became Quasi-Martial Artists without saying a word. I'm older than both of you, but I'm still only an Advanced Martial Arts Student. If I don't work harder, I might never become a Martial Artist in my life."
The young man in white stopped moving and spoke with a hint of envy.
For every Advanced Martial Arts Student, becoming a Martial Artist was a lifelong dream. Yet many people remained Advanced Martial Arts Students for their entire lives.
"You've all heard?"
Luo Feng was a little surprised. He had only passed the assessment the previous afternoon. He hadn't expected the whole martial arts hall to know by today.
"Last night, the instructor specifically brought it up during class. It really shook us Advanced Martial Arts Students."
The young man in white rubbed his head helplessly.
"Seeing you two pass has made me afraid to slack off, so I came to practice my spear first thing this morning."
Luo Feng nodded, understanding now.
So the instructor had mentioned it during class. No wonder the younger students outside had looked at him differently just now—with even more admiration.
The Yi'an District Limit Martial Arts Hall had over thirty thousand students, but only six instructors and a single head instructor.
The instructors usually taught in enormous lecture halls that could accommodate thousands of people.
Once a few thousand people heard the news, word spread quickly, and soon almost everyone knew.
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