Refuse to Be a Basic Training Camp Teacher!

Jiangnan Base City, Limit Dojo Headquarters.

Zhuge Tao sat in his chair, reviewing the latest month's pre-warrior assessment results from Yangzhou City.

"This is insane. How did Zhou Ze manage this? He's increased the number of pre-warriors in Yangzhou City by this much?"

Zhuge Tao found it hard to believe. According to the report, as long as Zhou Ze had evening classes, all the advanced students in Yangzhou City would rush to the Yi'an District Limit Martial Arts Branch, and even advanced students from surrounding satellite cities came specifically for his reputation.

"Having such a renowned teacher stuck in Yangzhou City is a waste. He could easily serve as an instructor at the main headquarters' basic training camp!"

Zhuge Tao was a decisive man. He immediately made a call.

"Chief, there's someone I'd like to discuss with you..."

Originally, Zhuge Tao had planned to wait until next year's practical warrior assessment results came out before making a decision. But after observing these past few months, if he didn't act now and the Thunderbolt Martial Arts Hall snatched him away, he would be a traitor to the dojo.

Meanwhile, Zhou Ze had just finished his Ninefold Thunderblade training. Immersed in the state of comprehending Luo Feng's insights, his comprehension ability was monstrous—it was as if his own and Luo Feng's talents had merged, then sublimated, granting him the effect of constant epiphany.

This allowed him to quickly master the sixth layer of the Ninefold Thunderblade and reach the level of full control! His current explosive fist force had already surpassed the Junior War God level, and even weaker Junior Lord-level monsters were no match for him.

He walked up to the fist force testing machine. Without using any technique, Zhou Ze slammed his fist into the target.

30234 kg!

The fist force for a Mid-level Warlord ranged from 16,000 kg to 32,000 kg. Zhou Ze's fist force was close to the High-level Warlord level, but it still didn't matter. That gap of a thousand or two kilograms stood before him like an abyss!

"Damn! Not only did I not improve, I actually regressed..." Zhou Ze sighed. His physical talent was just too pathetic. He suspected that if he hadn't trained like his life depended on it, he'd at most be a Junior Warlord.

Earthlings' physical talent was still too garbage. The lowest-tier bloodline was too much of a drag.

"Time to lie flat and wait for Luo Feng to bring me Life Essence, Dragon Blood, and Flora & Fauna Elixirs..." Zhou Ze smiled faintly, without any resentment in his heart.

"Beep~"

Just then, his phone rang. He glanced at it—it was an official number from the Limit Dojo Headquarters. He answered, and Zhuge Tao's voice came through:

"Zhou Ze, I'm Zhuge Tao, the head supervisor of the Jiangnan Base City Limit Martial Arts Headquarters. I've been observing your situation for a while now..."

Zhuge Tao went on and on, and Zhou Ze naturally understood his meaning.

During this time, he went to the Limit Martial Arts Branch once a week to give lectures and guide students. Every time, the place was packed, to the point where Jiang Nian had to impose restrictions. Yet even that couldn't stop students from pulling strings to get in.

But none of that had anything to do with him. He just did his own thing—if someone came to ask, he guided them. He already had an extraordinary talent for teaching, and after getting his cheat, his advice was spot-on every time!

Moreover, he didn't train his telekinesis much on a daily basis, but with his ultra-high comprehension, he could still control six flying daggers at maximum power and open six secondary consciousness windows simultaneously.

As long as the advanced students he guided put in the effort, they could easily grasp what he taught. And while Earthlings were lacking in physical talent, their comprehension was often decent, especially for those who became advanced students before age thirty.

So under his guidance, the number of pre-warriors in Yangzhou City had exploded!

"Supervisor, I understand what you're saying, but I've gotten used to living in Yangzhou City. It's very free here. Being a teacher is the same wherever you go—I can still shine in Yangzhou City..."

Zhou Ze tactfully refused. As an angel investor, Zhuge Tao naturally offered plenty of benefits, but Zhou Ze's reason wasn't a lie.

Going to the basic training camp would come with too many restrictions and a lack of freedom. Here in Yangzhou City, he had much more freedom—just going to the branch once a week to teach for one evening was plenty comfortable.

"Alright, it really is a shame you feel that way..." Zhuge Tao said regretfully. "Your teaching talent has amazed both me and the chief. If you could do well at the basic training camp, the Hall Master might personally reward you with Life Essence, or even Dragon Blood..."

Zhuge Tao still wasn't willing to give up. Between a genius and a famous teacher who could create a crowd of "geniuses," even a fool knew which was more important.

"Thank you for your kindness, Supervisor..."

Ending the call with Zhuge Tao, Zhou Ze smiled faintly. He had a pretty good impression of this angel investor. Zhuge Tao had a sharp eye for people and was decisive in his investments!

But goodwill was goodwill. He still found it too troublesome. With Luo Feng around, Life Essence, Dragon Blood, and even Flora & Fauna Elixirs would be in his hands before long if he just stayed home and waited. Why go through all the trouble of traveling to the Limit Dojo Headquarters, located in West Asia near Europe?

Bright Moon District, Zhou Ze's villa training hall.

"Don't use the Ninefold Thunderblade's force-amplification technique for now."

As Zhou Ze's words fell, Luo Feng slightly adjusted his breathing. His entire body lunged forward like a charging gorilla, driving all his body's momentum into the strike, while his fist traced an arc through the air.

Thump!

A dull sound rang out. The fist force testing machine's display showed a number:

"16101 kg".

Staring at this number, Luo Feng was completely dumbfounded. He stood frozen in place for a moment, feeling like it couldn't be real.

"Teacher, is your testing machine broken?" Luo Feng scratched the back of his head, still finding it hard to believe.

Zhou Ze rolled his eyes. "Only 16,000? I thought with all this crazy training you'd hit 20,000 kg. Looks like your physical talent isn't that great either."

"Based on the fist force increase from your first time absorbing cosmic energy, you're at best above average—not even elite. You're only this strong because of your telekinesis boost..."

With the combination of blade techniques, body techniques, and guidance techniques, Luo Feng was practically training his genetic energy nonstop during his sessions. It was only natural that his physical fitness improved quickly.

Luo Feng didn't know what to say for a moment. "Teacher, my fist force is already at the Mid-level Warlord level. Your standards are way too high."

He sighed, a bit helpless.

"Already satisfied?" Zhou Ze raised an eyebrow. "Being satisfied means knowing where you stand on the path, knowing you're making steady progress step by step—not being complacent."

"If you want to become a true powerhouse, you need to set big goals..."

Luo Feng nodded confidently. "Mm, thank you, teacher. I understand. I will definitely surpass the Hall Master!"

"No, that's just your first-stage small goal..." Zhou Ze said faintly.

Luo Feng was stunned.

Ignoring Luo Feng's dazed expression, Zhou Ze continued, "Stop spacing out. Keep going. Use the fifth stance of the Ninefold Thunderblade to exert force!"

"Oh... right, right..." Luo Feng quickly snapped out of it and, following the fifth stance's force technique, punched the strength testing machine:

"67201 kg."

"War God Level! The baseline for War God Level is 64,000 kg of force. Teacher, my punch force has reached War God Level!" Luo Feng was ecstatic, repeatedly telling Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze said flatly, "That's just from your force technique. Do you think other War Gods have no force technique at all? My own force output even exceeds that of a Junior War God."

As the protagonist of Swallowing Starlight, Luo Feng made his signature protagonist move, scratching the back of his head and grinning. "I'm just excited, that's all."

"At my current fusion speed, I'm not much worse than an average Junior War God!" Luo Feng's eyes were bright, brimming with confidence.

"About right," Zhou Ze nodded. "You need a clear understanding of your own strength, just like the money in your pocket—know exactly how much you have, don't fool yourself."

"You should go spar with Junior Lord-level monsters to figure out your actual combat ability. Besides, you're a spiritualist, so even an average Intermediate Lord-level monster can't really hurt you."

"Mm-hmm." Luo Feng quickly nodded. The pressure from the hundred-billion bounty had lessened considerably, because before long, he believed he could possess the strength of a mid-level or even Senior War God.

Zhou Ze gave a slight nod. "That's enough."

"What's enough?" Luo Feng asked curiously.

"Your strength is sufficient. You can apply for the Elite Training Camp, also known as the War God Preparatory Camp," Zhou Ze said.

"War God Preparatory Camp? Feels kind of whatever, teacher. You said my martial artist strength alone is already Junior War God level. Do I really need to go there?"

Luo Feng curled his lip, making an expression that never appeared in the original novel.

"That's different. Our Hall Master is the world's number one expert, and the headquarters has plenty of good stuff..." Zhou Ze smiled. "You'll get better training there, especially for your physical foundation!"

"No matter how good your force technique is, basic physical qualities are the key..."

Zhou Ze said softly.

"But..." Luo Feng's throat bobbed as he swallowed, his voice choked.

Zhou Ze raised an eyebrow. Faced with Luo Feng's expression, he felt a bit awkward inside—he couldn't stand this kind of scene. "It's not like we'll never see each other again. You're acting like it's a farewell of life and death..."

"Go on, go on. Your heart's too small..."