The Arrival of Inspector Wang!

"What?!"

Zhuge Tao shot up from his chair, eyes bulging as he listened to the voice on the phone, barely able to believe it.

"Say that again, I didn't quite catch it!" Zhuge Tao took a deep breath, and on the other end, Wu Tong repeated himself with equal excitement:

"Supervisor Zhuge, it's absolutely true. I can't be sure about the perfect-level footwork since I haven't seen it in combat, but his punching power was tested clearly!"

"His base punching strength already exceeds that of a Junior War General, reaching the category of a Mid-Level War General. He's mastered the fifth layer of the Ninefold Thunderblade, and one punch can deliver power comparable to a Junior War God!"

Zhuge Tao slumped back in his chair, silent for a long time, Wu Tong's voice echoing endlessly in his mind.

"Fifth layer of the Ninefold Thunderblade... perfect-level footwork... power rivaling a War God... just what kind of monstrous freak is this..."

"No... something's off... very off!!!"

"His teacher..."

Zhuge Tao froze for a moment, then quickly snapped back to reality, a chill running down his spine. If his guess was right, then...

"Hey, President, I have an important situation to report to you..." Zhuge Tao immediately called the president of the Ultimate Headquarters, known as "Iron Hand" Zhou Zhengyong, and quickly briefed him on Luo Feng and Zhou Ze's situation.

"Ah?" Zhou Zhengyong was utterly shocked.

"Is this really a human? Even the Hall Master back in the day was barely this impressive..."

"An eighteen-year-old Mid-Level War General! Fifth layer of the Ninefold Thunderblade, perfect-level footwork—isn't this a bit over the top?"

Zhuge Tao reminded him, "President, for Luo Feng to have this kind of strength at such a young age, his natural talent is obviously extraordinary, but his teacher's help can't be underestimated either!"

Zhou Zhengyong pondered for a moment before saying, "I understand what you mean, but you don't get it. For a martial artist, no matter how capable the teacher, they're just support. The key is always the martial artist's own talent and effort."

Seeing that Zhou Zhengyong wasn't taking it seriously, Zhuge Tao quickly added, "President, the February martial artist practical assessment is the most convincing proof. In this assessment, several quasi-martial artists from Yangzhou City showed micro-level footwork. Not only that, many quasi-martial artists from Yangzhou City had fairly impressive attack techniques."

"The strength they displayed was clearly a cut above quasi-martial artists from other regions..."

Zhou Zhengyong's expression turned a bit more serious. "Looking at it that way, Zhou Ze does have some unique methods in teaching. But you said it yourself—he has no intention of going to the headquarters. We can't exactly tie him up and drag him there, can we?"

Zhuge Tao fell silent, and Zhou Zhengyong chuckled, "Alright, I'll call him myself and extend an invitation. If he still refuses, don't blame me."

Zhou Zhengyong was in a great mood. With a freak like Luo Feng emerging, he stood to gain plenty. As for Luo Feng's teacher, Zhou Ze, while he was somewhat surprised, he still believed Luo Feng's own monstrous talent was the key, with Zhou Ze merely playing a supporting role.

It was easy to understand. It was like before the Great Nirvana—if a student got into a top university, it only meant they had the academic talent to do so. The better the student, the less the teacher actually mattered.

After hanging up with the president of the Ultimate Headquarters, Zhuge Tao stood in place, silent for a while. The president's words sounded reasonable, but was that really the case? He didn't think so!

Even if Luo Feng's talent was indeed monstrous, his gut told him that without Zhou Ze, Luo Feng wouldn't have reached such an exaggerated level.

"Too bad he has no desire to improve, or I'd have done everything to give him a push..." Zhuge Tao sighed, a hint of helplessness in his heart.

At the airport waiting area, the president of the Ultimate Headquarters and three supervisors under him were all waiting. Before long, a phantom streaked across the sky, and a massive, deep-blue flying saucer-shaped craft hovered above.

Doo!

The hatch of the flying saucer opened, extending a staircase. As several imposing martial artists slowly descended, a figure floated out from the hatch, hovering in midair before gently landing.

"Inspector!"

Zhou Zhengyong, Zhuge Tao, and the others felt their breath catch. They never expected Inspector Wang to come in person. But they reacted quickly, snapping to attention and saluting in unison.

"Mm." Inspector Wang nodded slightly.

"Is Luo Feng here now?" Inspector Wang was lean, with handsome features, idly spinning a string of prayer beads.

Even without deliberately releasing his aura, everyone present felt an immense pressure, as if facing a god. This was a suppression of life level!

No matter how invincible a War God-level martial artist was, without reaching the Planetary level, they were still just "mortals." Even if their combat power exceeded the lowest Planetary-level first stage, it made no difference.

"To answer the Inspector, we've already called him to wait at the hall." Zhou Zhengyong replied respectfully.

"Mm, let's go." Inspector Wang nodded, said nothing more, and got straight to the point.

Jiangnan Base City, Ultimate Headquarters.

Luo Feng was waiting in the conference room. He was fairly confident in his strength now and felt no nervousness about the upcoming inspection—if anything, he was eager to show off.

Soon, the president of the Ultimate Headquarters called, telling him to come out and greet the visitor, briefly explaining who it was.

"Inspector?" Luo Feng's heart tightened slightly. He knew the ranks of the martial arts hall. An Inspector was a position only those beyond War God level could hold. He hadn't expected someone of that caliber to come evaluate him!

"Hoo~" Luo Feng took a deep breath, a bit nervous. After all, it was his first time facing an existence of that level.

He hurried outside and didn't wait long before a man in a black robe, surrounded by a crowd, walked over. The man sized up Luo Feng and spoke slowly:

"You're Luo Feng?"

Just being stared at made Luo Feng feel as if he'd been cut off from the world, an invisible pressure surging over him.

"Yes, Inspector!" Luo Feng bowed respectfully.

"Let's go, to the training hall!" Inspector Wang said flatly, walking ahead.

Following behind, Luo Feng arrived at the training hall's punching power testing machine. At Inspector Wang's gesture, he began the test.

"Huff!"

Taking a deep breath, Luo Feng calmed his mind and punched the testing target:

"16132 kg."

"Use your technique!" Inspector Wang nodded slightly.

"Ha!"

Luo Feng let out a low shout, channeling the hidden force throughout his body, employing the fifth-layer exertion method of the Ninefold Thunderblade. His right arm tore through the air in an instant, producing a terrifying sonic boom as his hammer-like heavy fist slammed directly into the target.

"Boom~"

The entire target shook violently, toppling backward before rebounding.

"68024 kg."

Even though Inspector Wang had already mentally prepared himself, seeing this number still made his hand, which was toying with his prayer beads, pause involuntarily.

At eighteen years old, possessing the physical constitution of a mid-level War General, and having mastered the fifth layer of the Ninefold Thunderblade—according to the report, he also had a perfect-level movement technique. This was truly a bit excessive.

And besides...

Others might not have noticed, but he could see something even more subtle.

"Jiang Li, spar with him." Inspector Wang looked at a young man with a crew cut beside him.

The crew-cut young man, Jiang Li, blinked in surprise. Was this a joke? Although he was only a Junior War God, he was still a genuine War God Level. A mere mid-level War General, no matter how talented, could be instantly killed by him at will.

But since Inspector Wang had given the order, he could only comply.