Yang Wu's Choice

August 20, 2056, East District Building 3.

Luo Feng lay sprawled on the ground, his whole body aching from the beatings he'd taken from the chess pieces, but his face was brimming with excitement.

For the past five days, he had willingly endured this hellish existence.

Since he started training in martial arts, he had never suffered so many injuries.

Sometimes he even wondered—as a Spirit Reader, was it really worth pushing himself so hard to hone his movement techniques?

His innate tenacity had kept him going, and this afternoon, he finally closed in from over ten meters away to within two meters of Bai Yang.

He was just one step away from forcing him to turn around and retreat.

His footwork had long since reached a level of instinctive, near-perfect execution.

Bai Yang didn't turn his head, but after acquiring various monster genes, he could easily map out Luo Feng's entire state through ground vibrations, air disturbances, and other means, forming a clear picture in his mind.

He could even glean a bit of others' moods and conditions from the scent on their bodies.

His perception had become utterly inhuman, giving him a massive advantage in battle.

Yang Wu on the ground opened his eyes. These five days had been immensely rewarding for him too; today, he had finally advanced to the level of a mid-level Warrior.

Bai Yang had said that if he kept practicing this Guidance Technique, he could become a mid-level Warlord, and now Yang Wu truly had faith in that.

Both of their strengths had temporarily reached a plateau.

Bai Yang had other matters to attend to, so he said, "Luo Feng, Yang Wu, you two should be heading to the Wilderness Zone with your Limit Dojo teammates soon, right?"

"Let's stop here for now. I need to go to Kyoto Base City to report for duty."

Both of them were startled—time had flown by so fast!

The feeling of rapidly growing stronger was incredible; days had slipped by without them noticing, and they really hated to part.

But they had been imposing on Bai Yang for this long, and it was indeed too much trouble for him.

They thanked him profusely, unsure how they could ever repay this debt.

Yang Wu, in particular, knew that the Guidance Technique was a closely guarded secret, and what Bai Yang had taught him was absolutely extraordinary.

An idea had been brewing in his mind for days, and in that instant, his conviction finally solidified.

The three left Building 3. Before parting, Luo Feng promised that when Bai Yang returned from Kyoto to Jiangnan, he would insist on treating him to a proper meal to thank him for all the care during this time. Bai Yang smiled and agreed.

Just as he was about to head back to his dorm, he noticed that Yang Wu had stayed behind instead of leaving.

Instead, he stared at Bai Yang with burning eyes, clearly having something important to say.

Bai Yang sensed his emotions slightly and already had an idea. He said, "Let's talk in my dorm."

The two went to Bai Yang's dorm. As soon as Yang Wu entered, he suddenly knelt down and thumped his head on the floor three times.

Then he looked up and said solemnly, "Brother Bai, I want to quit the Limit Dojo and join [Mount Hua] from now on!"

Bai Yang had guessed as much but still asked, "Are you sure you've thought it through?"

Yang Wu nodded and said, "I've been thinking about it for a long time. People like me, with just barely enough talent to meet the Warrior standard, are a dime a dozen in the Limit Dojo.

I have no money or connections; I can't afford good techniques or equipment. For the rest of my life, I'll be stuck as a low-level Warrior.

Before I retire at forty, I'll just be wasting time in the surrounding Wilderness Zone fighting monsters. That's not the life I want."

Bai Yang thought about it. In the original story, Yang Wu was indeed destined for such a bleak existence.

If he was lucky, he'd survive a full decade or two and save up some money before retiring.

If he was unlucky, even if he didn't end up crippled or die a violent death, he'd still be riddled with injuries and illnesses.

"If there's any opportunity in my life, it's meeting you and Luo Feng.

The care you've shown me these days has given me the courage. Please give me a chance!"

Bai Yang knew he had made up his mind completely. Yang Wu's performance so far had also been decent.

So he pulled out a Monster Cell, offered no explanation, and simply said, "Eat it."

Yang Wu looked at the lump of flesh in front of him, didn't hesitate, grabbed a handful, and swallowed it.

Instantly, an incredibly strange sensation flooded his mind and body.

He asked in confusion, "What's happening to me?"

Bai Yang was very satisfied with his resolve and smiled. "Brother Yang, from now on, you can call me 'Commander' or 'Lord.'"

From then on, Yang Wu would never subconsciously betray Bai Yang, and he immediately nodded in agreement.

Through the mental network, Bai Yang gave him a rough overview of the situation.

"Next, we'll head to Kunshan first. Then we'll go to Kyoto Base City to get you an official identity."

Early the next morning, Bai Yang and Yang Wu set out for the Southeast Military Region.

Using Psychokinesis, Bai Yang effortlessly grabbed Yang Wu and sprinted all the way, reaching the stronghold in Kunshan in just half a day.

An Zhengxin had already managed the place into decent shape, equipped with the means for long-term survival.

"Master, greetings!"

Thirty martial artists, at least mid-level War Generals, came to welcome him, among them even a low-level War God!

"Manager Yang, greetings!"

Then those slaves offered Yang Wu a round of greetings.

They understood clearly that there was a distinction in closeness, a complete difference in status.

Yang Wu and this group—this was the difference between the master's confidant and slaves; the hierarchy of superior and inferior could never be overstepped.

Even though Yang Wu had known about these people in advance, seeing this scene still stirred his heart.

His choice had been absolutely right!

If he hadn't witnessed this with his own eyes, who could believe it?

He couldn't even dream of such a scene at night!

Bai Yang waved a hand casually, telling them to get back to their own tasks, and walked into his temporary quarters.

An Zhengxin had indeed arranged everything properly; several large freezers inside were packed with the flesh and blood of various monsters.

They were all carefully selected types, their genes capable of compensating for Bai Yang's various shortcomings.

He opened a channel with each hand and, without even thawing them, began to feast.

Inside him, the freakish body grew and perfected itself at an astonishing rate.

After finishing everything, Bai Yang sensed that he wasn't far from the first stage of transformation.

He was satisfied in his heart—having subordinates who actively helped him "afk train" like this made life incredibly convenient.

With his belly full and thirst quenched, it was time to get down to business.

He strolled out of the room and into the hall.

Yang Wu and An Zhengxin stood on either side, waiting for him.

The entire hall was already covered with dozens of massive sheets of paper and pencils.

Bai Yang focused his mind and activated Psychokinesis!

In an instant, dozens of pencils flew into the air and began rapidly writing text on those sheets.

These were the simplest forty-seven routines from the Mist Shadow Splitting Technique that he had organized over the past few days.

There was only one Mount Hua Sword; he couldn't just show it off to others all day.

Transmitting such detailed techniques through the master-servant spiritual network was also impossible.

The complexity of input differed—Psychokinesis could easily manipulate dozens of sets of paper and pen, but couldn't simultaneously control dozens of keyboards.

So he had to resort to this clumsy method.

Tonight, the slaves would stay up all night, manually inputting this text into computers; afterward, copying and sharing would be much easier.