Cultivation and Strengthening

"Advanced War God" authority?

Zhuge Tao's face turned ugly. His elder brother, Zhuge Shan, had struggled for most of his life and barely managed to break through to War God, and even then his strength was mediocre.

That meant he likely wasn't qualified to view this material either.

Only certain special departments of the five great nations dealt with the Limit Dojo in such an official tone.

They symbolized the authority of secular government; even the powerful HR Alliance wouldn't be this forceful.

Luo Feng recalled that day's events. He hadn't expected that the [Mount Hua] Bai Yang mentioned was such a formidable organization, and he'd known nothing about it.

But this was Bai Yang's private matter—he wouldn't be as gossipy as Jiang Nian. He simply pretended not to know.

Bai Pianyong and Zhuge Tao both looked awkward now, unable to save face.

Neither of them actually knew the details about Bai Yang, and neither was comfortable asking the other, so they could only seemingly drop the matter and stop pursuing the topic.

Zhuge Tao felt he'd lost face today and feared his authority at the Limit Dojo would suffer compared to the other two supervisors. He regretted meddling.

Bai Pianyong, meanwhile, was inwardly shaken. What Bai Sheng had said might actually be true!

How could that be!?

No! He had to go find Xiao Yang and ask what was really going on!

As the instigator, Bai Yang was training in his dorm, naturally unaware of all this.

After yesterday's commotion, Principal Wei and Mei Xiaqing had both notified Lu Ting.

He'd upgraded Bai Yang's data classification overnight.

Unfortunately, he was only an Advanced War God himself; otherwise, he'd have wished to raise Bai Yang's confidentiality to the Councilor level.

He couldn't let his cooked duck fly away, could he?

The formal report to improve Bai Yang's treatment had already been submitted to his teacher, Jia Yi.

For now, every day he could stall was a gain!

Bai Yang didn't bother with all the fuss. He packed his daily schedule full.

Nights were entirely devoted to cultivating Genetic Origin Energy, replacing sleep—this was the most efficient use of time.

Days were spent practicing techniques and movement.

Among his direct combat abilities, the strongest was undoubtedly the S-rank swordsmanship.

In the original One Punch Man, it was even said to have the effect of "cutting atoms."

But in reality, that swordsman had borrowed the power of his blade to achieve that unstoppable cutting effect.

Bai Yang didn't know how he compared to that character.

But through this period of training, he was certain his sword speed could reach the speed of sound.

That was an attack speed between Advanced General and War God, and it was why he'd been undefeated against the three Bai family women earlier.

Combined with his Perfect-level Movement Technique, he had no fear even when facing several Advanced Generals head-on.

After finishing another round of practice, Bai Yang put down his phone in frustration.

"Can't find it. Still can't find it.

Whether on the public network or the military academy's internal network, there's no video of [Conception-level] movement technique at all."

If he weren't so familiar with the original work and certain this level existed, he'd suspect he'd misremembered.

The existing teaching videos mainly explained the 'Micro-level.'

Perfect-level was something teachers could barely convey through live demonstration, requiring insight.

As for Conception-level, it was a level beyond words, with not even a single video record.

It was as if no one had ever seen it, yet everyone insisted it existed.

He'd used Micro-level videos to advance his movement technique to Perfect-level long ago.

But for Conception-level, which lacked even a reference point, even his comprehension couldn't break through.

Trying to go further left him stuck, neither advancing nor retreating—utterly tormenting.

"Do I have to get cosmic techniques to break through? That's too far off."

Bai Yang was unwilling. For a martial artist, movement technique directly determined combat power.

The Golden Horned Behemoth would invade Earth—he had to strengthen himself as much as possible to protect himself and his loved ones.

In late August 2057, it would descend on the Hawaiian Islands.

Then on January 13, 2060, it would advance to Star Rank and attack New York, sweeping the globe in three days before being killed and possessed by Luo Feng.

His time wasn't generous. Only by crushing this cosmic beast with overwhelming power could he minimize Earth's losses.

His golden finger was called the [Earth Defense System]. The more he contributed, the greater his rewards.

Knowing there was no solution for now, Bai Yang contacted Principal Wei again: "Principal, can I use what I applied for before?"

"That's fine. You can go to East District Building 3 yourself. It's all yours for the entire summer break—just swipe your student card to open the door."

"Thank you so much! I'll head over now."

The principal really came through!

He'd only mentioned it in passing, a single thought, and it was already handled.

Bai Yang followed the electronic map on his phone and made his way to a desolate area in the school's east district.

There, he found a massive five-story building—this was Building 3.

In the past, it had been a large indoor basketball court.

But it had long since been abandoned, left unused, sometimes serving as a storage warehouse.

Bai Yang needed to keep his secrets safe, and using this place for training was practically perfect.

Because he still had one trump card: Psychokinesis.

Even if it was only at the level of an A-Class Hero, it was more than enough to indirectly boost his combat strength.

This ability, unlike a Spirit Reader's power, didn't require a medium—it could act directly on the human body.

After getting a little used to it, Bai Yang slowly lifted off the ground, carried by his own telekinetic force.

The Monster King's astonishing insight clearly helped with using Psychokinesis as well.

Before long, he could maneuver himself freely through the air, performing all kinds of flight movements.

This flexibility and ease of control far surpassed that of an ordinary Spirit Reader.

Bai Yang released his full Psychokinetic power, this time splitting it into two layers concentrated beneath his feet and on the ground.

With a slight push of his legs, his entire body shot forward smoothly.

Between the two layers of force, there was no matter, and thus no friction.

It felt like stepping on an invisible track—his movement speed increased several times over.

By continuously replenishing the Psychokinesis under his feet, as long as it didn't run out, he could remain as fast as a whirlwind, with excellent mobility.

Soon, Bai Yang had also grasped this basic usage. Finally, he tried to apply Psychokinesis to his weapon to enhance its power.

This was much more difficult, because his sword speed was too fast.

For his Psychokinetic force to keep up with that speed and maintain a boost to attack power was naturally far more troublesome.

But it was only the beginning of July. He had plenty of time to gradually improve and adapt.

He would seize every opportunity to strengthen his combat ability.