Master-Disciple Sparring!

Yangzhou City, Bright Moon District.

The August morning was relatively cool. Many family members were strolling through the neighborhood, and a few martial artists were doing their morning exercises.

"The theory feels right, but actual execution has some difficulty. Do I really have to wait until the Planetary stage to comprehend the Domain?"

Zhou Ze ended his seclusion, lying back in a chair on the rooftop, gazing up at the starry sky.

Before long, Zhou Ze spotted Luo Feng's figure approaching from outside. He waved his hand, signaling Luo Feng to jump up directly.

"Xiao Feng, what brings you here so early? Running into trouble with your training?" Zhou Ze smiled as usual, glancing at the code case in his hand and teasing, "Oh, our esteemed Inspector has brought me another gift? I won't stand on ceremony—if you give, I'll take."

"Let me tell you, your mom once chatted with me and spilled no end of embarrassing stories about you. These secrets could feed me for ten lifetimes."

Luo Feng had long grown accustomed to Zhou Ze's attitude when he wasn't teaching; it no longer surprised him. Back when he first became his disciple, there hadn't even been any formal kowtowing or tea-serving.

If he had to point out a difference, it was that before Luo Feng became a martial artist, Zhou Ze always seemed listless and bored. But after Luo Feng became one, though Zhou Ze remained as lazy as ever, there was an added hint of confident poise.

This secretly pleased Luo Feng. In his view, it was because he had made his teacher proud.

"Teacher, this is the Water of Life I bought for you. You've already used the Dragon Blood and Millennium Willow Heart, right? How were the results?"

Luo Feng took out the Water of Life and handed it to Zhou Ze with both hands, saying, "This Water of Life is taken orally."

Zhou Ze shook his head and said, "Give it to your little brother instead. He needs it more. Even with you around, he's still a bit insecure."

"Teacher, I've already contacted the Americans. In a while, another batch of Water of Life will be delivered," Luo Feng explained.

Zhou Ze chuckled. "So you see, there's no rush for me. I'm old; the future belongs to you young people."

"Besides, telekinesis is far more convenient than using my hands..."

Zhou Ze remained lying in his chair as the Water of Life in Luo Feng's hand floated up on its own, returning to the open code case.

The code case closed by itself, then floated back into Luo Feng's grasp.

"Teacher..." Luo Feng hesitated.

Before Luo Feng could finish, Zhou Ze glanced sideways at him and said, "You're too arrogant, Luo Feng."

"A mere twenty or thirty billion—your teacher here can just go out and kill a few Lord-level Monsters right now and scrape together the money for Water of Life."

Luo Feng momentarily forgot why he had come. Scratching the back of his head, he asked curiously, "Teacher, what's your physical fitness level now?"

Zhou Ze lightly pushed off from his chair, leaping to his feet and standing opposite Luo Feng. "Xiao Feng, it seems we haven't sparred in a long time?"

Luo Feng looked up, thinking. "Since I went to the Elite Training Camp, we really haven't sparred."

"Alright then. Let's have a sparring match today." Zhou Ze's hands itched; it had been a long time since he'd fought anyone.

"Teacher, you said it yourself. Don't curse me out if you lose!" Luo Feng was getting excited.

That damn competitive drive in men—it didn't discriminate by age or gender...

Wilderness zone outside Jiangnan Base City.

"Heh heh, Teacher, I'll go easy on you." Luo Feng was getting carried away. Memories of Zhou Ze gleefully "humiliating" him flashed through his mind one by one.

He didn't know why Zhou Ze played such twisted games with his own disciple, but today he could finally get his revenge.

"Ah, forget it. I'll just hold back and let the old man have his fun. If he starts scolding me afterward, what's the point..."

Zhou Ze watched Luo Feng with a beaming smile, reminding Luo Feng of the terror of being dominated in the past. His scalp instinctively went numb.

"I'm starting now."

Zhou Ze kindly gave a warning, and the next moment, as if teleporting, he abruptly appeared behind Luo Feng.

So fast!

Luo Feng's eyes bulged in disbelief.

"Clang!"

A metallic screech rattled the eardrums. Then Luo Feng's body was sent flying backward uncontrollably, carving three deep, long, shattered grooves into the ground as if it had been plowed.

"Teacher, what's with that footwork?" Luo Feng gripped the blade handle stuck into the ground with both hands. He was genuinely startled—in his eyes, this defied logic.

Too fast. If his neural reaction speed hadn't been so sharp, he would have been taken out instantly.

Zhou Ze knew what Luo Feng wanted to ask. He smiled and said, "Just treat the arc as a straight line."

"A young man's brain is more rigid than this old man's!"

A lightning bolt seemed to strike Luo Feng's mind. A flash of insight hit him, and he suddenly understood Zhou Ze's words.

Ninefold Thunderblade, Sixth Form!

After realizing his teacher's true strength, Luo Feng's muscles went from relaxed to taut. Seven hidden forces erupted simultaneously. Like Zhou Ze, he traced an arc through the air, yet his speed rivaled a straight line!

"Clang!"

Luo Feng was sent flying again, and it took a long time before he finally came to a stop.

"Not bad speed! But your strength is too weak!" Zhou Ze commented flatly.

"Teacher, how many times your power did you use?" Luo Feng asked curiously.

"How many times your power did you use?" Zhou Ze glanced at Luo Feng.

"Full force!" Luo Feng replied.

"About the same, then." Zhou Ze smiled.

"Ah! Teacher, you're a Senior War God now?" Luo Feng's eyes widened.

"Thanks to your Dragon Blood and Spirit of Plants, I absorbed them a bit better than you did." Zhou Ze chuckled.

"Without telekinesis, you can't beat me though." Zhou Ze said with a light laugh.

"A Senior War God has at least 256,000 kilograms of punching force, plus nine times the power output, so..." Luo Feng sucked in a sharp breath, the globe warming slightly.

Luo Feng suffered a crushing defeat!

Facing absolute suppression in speed and strength, his flying knives sank into a quagmire. Zhou Ze only needed a light flick to knock them away, temporarily robbing Luo Feng of control for a moment—and that moment was enough.

In a battle at Invincible War God level, a blink covered a kilometer of movement, and an instant held dozens of weapon clashes. Even to a War General-level martial artist, it was all afterimages, impossible to track.

"Teacher, with strength like this, if you raised your physical foundation, even a weak Councilor might not be your match." Luo Feng's gaze was resentful.

"Far from it!" Zhou Ze said calmly. "Basics are king! Facing absolute suppression in life level, no amount of power output matters—and besides, power output has its limits."

"By the way, since you like running around, keep an eye out for a Double-Horned Azure Python for me..."

Luo Feng nodded, a guess forming in his mind, but he didn't ask further.

"Teacher, now that you have Invincible War God-level strength, why haven't you let it out at all?" Luo Feng set the Blood Shadow Battle Blade behind his back.

"Why let it out? Once you're strong, everything comes knocking at your door, and you can't easily refuse. Too much trouble. I prefer peace and freedom."

Zhou Ze stretched and said, "Let's head back. Remember to give me the Water of Life when the time comes."

Luo Feng paused. "Teacher, didn't you say you'd earn the money to buy it yourself?"

Zhou Ze rolled his eyes at Luo Feng. "I just wanted to tell you I'm not in a hurry, and to show off a bit."

Luo Feng was dumbfounded.

Riding Luo Feng's Smart Fighter back to the villa, Zhou Ze sent Luo Feng a message saying, "Going into seclusion. Don't find me for anything, whether it's important or not." Then he set his communication watch and phone to auto-reply and began his seclusion.

The fight with Luo Feng earlier had sparked many ideas he wanted to test.