Refuse the Elite Training Camp!

"Apologies, Inspector, but I'm used to being free. I'm quite satisfied with my current life."

After a moment's thought, Zhou Ze turned down the contract Hong had personally tailored for him. He had to admit the terms were generous—meet the conditions, and Water of Life, Dragon Blood, ultimate secret manuals, and even a Spirit of Plants reward were all on the table.

Inspector Wang said nothing more than a quiet "Mm."

He wouldn't stoop to pleading like a salesman. His status didn't call for it.

Time flew. In the blink of an eye, Luo Feng had already enrolled. Not long after, he shook the entire Elite Training Camp—first defeating the provocations of William and Candice, then breaking into the top ten in his very first month's rankings, setting a precedent in the camp's history and sending shockwaves worldwide.

Everyone agreed Luo Feng's floor was at least an Invincible War God, with boundless potential ahead! What no one knew was that after using the Dragon Blood, he already possessed the strength of a Senior War God.

"Seven months on the seventh layer of the Ninefold Thunderblade, and I still can't grasp it..." Luo Feng sat cross-legged in the training hall of his Jiangnan Pavilion villa.

He knew that with his teacher around, he'd advanced rapidly before—barely any obstacles in the Ninefold Thunderblade, blade techniques, or movement mastery.

But now, without his teacher's guidance, the Ninefold Thunderblade was completely stuck at the sixth layer. The seventh eluded him. Back then, no layer had taken more than a month to comprehend.

"Forget it. Slow and steady. No rushing." Luo Feng thought to himself. "As a spiritual念师 at Senior War God level, and a martial artist surpassing average Middle War God, I'm earning money faster than I can spend it."

"A Senior War God-level spiritualist can easily afford Water of Life, Dragon Blood, and ultimate manuals. But Li Wei's parents are both said to be Senior War Gods, and his father even has a Black God Suit."

"I'm not afraid of their strength. As a spiritualist, I can take to the sky, and they'd have no way to touch me. Even more so since I'm in the Elite Training Camp. But my family and my teacher—they'd be in danger."

"Still not strong enough!"

Luo Feng's eyes sharpened.

Compared to Luo Feng, Zhou Ze was in his own training hall, pondering force techniques. Short on funds, he couldn't buy the seventh layer of the Ninefold Thunderblade. But as time passed, a flash of insight struck him.

The Ninefold Thunderblade and the World Annihilation spear technique were both creations of Hong and Thunder God. With his current comprehension, maybe he could deduce a higher force technique on his own, building from the seventh layer.

Staying home was boring anyway, and he didn't feel like venturing out. So, in his idle boredom, he began studying blade techniques.

He'd always been a "martial maniac"—before his injury, he'd ignored everything but martial arts. After the injury, he'd lost hope and spiraled, waiting for Luo Feng's arrival. Now, with his golden finger, he couldn't sit still.

"The root of force is mastering the body, perfectly controlling every ounce of power. The limit is 100 times..."

"These so-called force techniques are just ways to unleash the body's potential. Raw strength without technique leaves every cell in a lazy state. Force is about awakening them..."

Zhou Ze thought of certain frail women from before the Great Nirvana who, in a burst of potential, lifted trucks... ordinary people, in a flash of potential, saving a child about to be hit by a train...

"...So how do I awaken these cells?" Zhou Ze pondered deeply, feeling the internal force within him over and over. Soon, a notion surfaced in his mind.

"Intent! Willpower!"

Zhou Ze's spirit jolted. "Intent, in a way, is the manifestation of will. So that's it. No wonder Giant Axe places such emphasis on willpower!"

His heart grew calmer, entering a state where self and world blurred. His mind became like a mirror, undisturbed by ripples. His spiritual energy enveloped his body, using his will to tug at his physical potential.

Suddenly, multiple feasible paths for internal force emerged in his mind. Wherever these paths passed, the potential of every cell was activated.

"What I need to do now is reorganize these internal forces so they don't conflict and can erupt simultaneously. That's body amplification!"

Zhou Ze's scalp tingled. He felt that if he could reorganize these forces, he could achieve a body amplification of twenty to thirty times.

"No, the body's potential goes far beyond that." His mind raced, and he quickly understood. "My will isn't strong enough yet. I need a stronger will to mobilize more potential!"

In the days that followed, Zhou Ze immersed himself daily in the secondary consciousness that received Luo Feng's insights. His body amplification soared!

Six times!

Seven times!

Eight times!

Nine times!

Only at nine times did he hit a bottleneck. The root cause was that his body's strength could no longer withstand a stronger burst.

It was like those ordinary people who exploded with potential—their bodies would tear, their lifespans shorten, and other aftereffects would follow.

Above the Elite Training Camp.

A blood-red triangular fighter hovered. A yellow-skinned man and a white-skinned man stepped out into the void, floating in midair.

He offered a compliment first, then appeared beside Luo Feng as if teleporting, inadvertently exposing Luo Feng's identity as a spiritual念师.

This drew gasps of amazement from all the teachers and students.

And Li Yao and his wife, who had long suspected Luo Feng, were now almost certain he was the murderer of their son!

After his conversation with Hong, Luo Feng received Hong's guarantee, but he still called Zhou Ze.

"Teacher, my identity as a spiritual thought master has been exposed!" Luo Feng said bluntly, his voice tinged with worry.

Zhou Ze chuckled. "Exposed is exposed..."

Luo Feng's expression darkened. "Teacher, even if I can't beat Li Yao now, I'm not afraid. But I'm worried they'll target you and my family. Even with the Hall Master's personal guarantee, I'm still uneasy."

Losing their only child would drive Li Yao and his wife mad. They'd already put up a 100 billion bounty without even finding the culprit—that showed how unhinged they were.

Zhou Ze smiled. "Relax. Hong's guarantee is solid. Anyone who dares touch me or your parents is slapping his face. As long as you're alive, we won't have safety issues."

"Besides, kid, you're getting cocky now, aren't you? Don't think your teacher's a pushover." Zhou Ze teased.

"Uh... that's not what I meant..." Luo Feng panicked, rushing to explain.

"Alright, just joking." Zhou Ze laughed. "Now that your identity as a spiritual psion is out in the open, Li Yao and his wife will definitely target you during this Australian life-or-death trial. They'll probably bring a Laser Cannon. You're a spiritual psion—War Gods can't fly, so even an Invincible War God would have a hard time dealing with you!"

Luo Feng's expression turned serious. "Thank you for the warning, Teacher."