True Strength [Seeking Follow-up!]

"Mm."

Special Envoy Iceberg merely nodded without speaking, his gaze settling on Ren Ze, lingering especially long on his youthful face.

"Ren Ze."

Special Envoy Iceberg said, "The Jiangnan Branch Dojo submitted your application to join the Elite Training Camp, and headquarters has approved it. You have three days to prepare. In three days, report to global headquarters."

As for the meeting with Hong, the Chief Dojo Master, Iceberg did not tell him about it yet.

"Let's go. I'll take you back to the base city now."

After saying this, Iceberg lightly waved an arm. The fighter jet hovering in midair cast down a beam of light that enveloped Ren Ze and Iceberg. Drawn by a gentle pulling force, the two were guided into the aircraft by the beam.

Under the Mad Blade Squad's watchful send-off, the fighter jet rapidly rose into the air before turning into a violet-red streamer and vanishing into the distant sky.

Before Ren Ze could get a good look at the cabin, the aircraft had already reached the skies above Jiangnan Base City and slowly descended onto the plaza of the Limit General Dojo.

"Hiss!"

The hatch opened automatically. Ren Ze followed Iceberg out of the fighter jet, where a burly man whose hands were like palm-leaf fans stood waiting for them. Behind the burly man stood Zhuge Tao, the supervisor Ren Ze had met before.

After the group exchanged a few pleasantries, Ren Ze learned that the burly man was President Zhou Zhengyong. He took Iceberg away to rest and dine, and would later see him off.

As an existence beyond the War God level, Iceberg's time was precious. He would not wait around here for three days. He merely told Ren Ze to report directly to headquarters in three days, where someone would receive him.

In the end, only Ren Ze and Zhuge Tao remained. The two went to Zhuge Tao's supervisor's office.

Zhuge Tao let out a long breath and said to Ren Ze, "I never expected headquarters to send Lord Iceberg this time. It shows just how highly they value you! Ren Ze, if there are any tests arranged when you go to global headquarters, remember to give it everything you've got!"

"Don't worry about exposing your strength. The Elite Training Camp is the number one training camp in the world. It gathers geniuses among geniuses, and everyone around you will be monstrous students."

"Your teachers will be at least War Gods! There may even be Inspectors, and even Patrol Inspectors who surpass War Gods! Even the world's strongest man, Hong, visits the training camp!"

"The world's most monstrous students gathered in one place, the best teachers gathered in one place, the best equipment gathered in one place, all kinds of resources devoted to nurturing them... that is the world's number one training camp! As long as they don't die, they can all be said to become War Gods in the future!"

"In a place like that, put away that humble and cautious act. You need to display your own strength. Only then can you earn others' respect. Among martial artists, strength is what matters. You must remember that!"

"Go on. Take care of whatever you need to as soon as possible. The Elite Training Camp has a five-year training period. Unless you become a War God and can finish early, you'll have to wait for holidays if you want to come back."

Ren Ze nodded. After bidding Zhuge Tao farewell, he did not hurry home. Instead, he went to the martial arts hall on the second floor.

He first activated the speed tester and stood at the starting line of the track.

"Let's see what I've achieved during this time."

Standing at the starting line, Ren Ze shot forward with a whoosh like an arrow released from a bow. In almost the blink of an eye, he had crossed the track, decelerated, and come to a stop.

Ren Ze walked over to the speed tester and looked. The screen displayed a number—"144.3 m/s."

"Not bad. I've improved quite a bit. Next, I'll test my burst speed with 3.5 times force output."

Returning to the start of the track, after a burst of sonic booms, the screen displayed—"505 m/s."

"This speed is comparable to that of a mid-level War God martial artist... Sure enough, basic physical fitness is important, but force output techniques are just as important!"

However, limited by his physical foundation, this kind of burst could not be sustained.

Mid-level War General martial artists generally had speeds of 130–180 meters per second, while mid-level War God martial artists generally had speeds of 460–600 meters per second.

"Next, let's see how much strength I have..."

Ren Ze walked toward a large Punch Strength Tester placed in the corner of the martial arts hall. The reason he had not gone back to the Limit Dojo in Bright Moon Residential Quarter for testing was that Punch Strength Testers had upper limits. In all of Jiangnan Base City, only the Limit General Dojo had the most advanced tester, one that could easily measure even the strength of a high-level War God.

A Punch Strength Tester capable of withstanding the heavy blows of a high-level War God was obviously enormously expensive to manufacture.

A high-level War God's punch could weigh hundreds of thousands of kilograms. Even punches approaching a million kilograms when amplified by force output could not damage it. The material of this target was not much inferior to the scales of a high-level Lord monster.

He flipped the switch, and the Punch Strength Tester's display lit up.

Standing before the target, Ren Ze used no special force technique, only pure baseline force output, and drove his right fist directly into the target.

"Bang!"

The target shook violently, producing a deep, muffled sound.

Ren Ze immediately looked at the display. A line of numbers had appeared—"17776 kg."

"Just entering the mid-level War General level? Let's try the force output of the fourth layer of Nine-Layered Thunder Blade."

"Bang!"

"62220 kg."

Ren Ze looked at the number and shook his head. He was still just a little short of an entry-level War God.

It was nearly sixty-four thousand. Sixty-four thousand kilograms was the lower limit for an entry-level War God!

"The T-Virus modification, combined with nearly a month of adaptation, really has brought tremendous improvement! Setting Psychic Power aside, I could now fight a hundred of my previous self... The physical enhancement is real. Not to mention that the Elite Training Camp has a huge amount of resources waiting for me. This is an absolute steal! Since I'm already here... I might as well test my Psychic Power too."

Ren Ze retreated step by step until he was a full twenty meters away from the Punch Strength Tester.

"Let's see just how strong my Psychic Power really is."

Ren Ze's eyes lit up. A black throwing knife with a faint silver-gray sheen suddenly floated before him. This was not one of the titanium alloy throwing knives brought from the biochemical world, but one of the nine A-grade throwing knives he had newly purchased at the Limit Dojo. With a thought from Ren Ze, the throwing knife immediately flipped 180 degrees.

Its handle pointed toward the Punch Strength Tester, while its tip pointed at Ren Ze himself.

"Whoosh!"

Under Ren Ze's powerful Psychic Power control, the flying knife instantly turned into a streak of black light and shot straight into the Punch Strength Tester's target!

"Bang!"

The target shook violently, emitting a deep sound that made everyone's hearts seem to stop.

"512,000 kg"!

Seeing that number, even Ren Ze was a little dumbfounded.

He had known that his flying knife attacks were definitely not weak, but he had never expected them to directly reach the attack power of a high-level War God.

So this is my true strength! It seems my body has been holding me back all along...

Excitement surged through Ren Ze like a tide. Compared to his Psychic Power, his body was far too weak.

Even after more than a month of constant slaughter and training, during which he had improved greatly, his physical fitness was only at the level of a mid-level War General. Even with 3.5 times force exertion, only his speed and movement technique could enter the mid-level War God tier; his strength did not even reach the beginner-level War God tier.

But compared to his Psychic Power, that was nothing at all!

Although Ren Ze had never tested how many flying knives he could control at once to unleash his maximum power, he knew that the precision of his Psychic Power control, its amplitude—or rather, the breadth of his brain domain—was definitely no lower than Luo Feng's at this point.

On September 29, 2056, Zhuge Tao, Instructor Jiang Nian, and the others were all at Jiangnan Base City Airport.

"Alright, go. Remember what I told you. I hope that the next time we meet, you'll have already entered the War God level!"

Before his departure, Zhuge Tao reminded him.

Ren Ze nodded.

After bidding everyone farewell one by one, he headed toward the security checkpoint in the distance.

...There was only one giant saucer-shaped passenger plane in the entire airport. Ren Ze followed the passageway and entered the aircraft directly.

"Mr. Ren, your seat is in the top-floor first-class cabin."

The beautiful flight attendant said with a smile.

"Mm."

Ren Ze nodded slightly and walked up the stairs toward the top level.

Whether in appearance, structure, materials, or any other aspect, the entire aircraft was extremely technologically advanced. At the very least, it was Ren Ze's first time seeing something like it.

Ren Ze quickly found his seat. Setting aside his curiosity, he closed his eyes to rest and silently considered his upcoming trip to headquarters.

Luo Feng's family had already moved in next door to him. When he had returned to Bright Moon Residential Quarter earlier, he had even run into Luo Feng pushing his younger brother, Luo Hua, around the neighborhood for a walk.

For Ren Ze, it had been more than two years since he had properly kept in touch with Luo Feng, so for a moment, he did not know how to begin.

Yet for Luo Feng, only a few short months had passed. Naturally, he still remembered his good big brother and took the initiative to come over and greet him.

It turned out that Instructor Jiang, in order to motivate the younger generation, had long since spread Ren Ze's deeds among the martial arts hall's students, urging them to take Ren Ze as their role model.

Luo Feng naturally knew of his good big brother's accomplishments as well. Ren Ze was a genius about to enter the Elite Training Camp, known as the "War God Preparatory Camp," so Luo Feng had specifically chosen to live beside his big brother.

Ren Ze wanted to latch onto Luo Feng, but to Luo Feng, Ren Ze was the big brother he had spent more than three years with! And he was so strong besides. It could only be said that the two had become each other's thighs to cling to...

Ren Ze could only enthusiastically encourage Luo Feng and wish for him to enter the Elite Training Camp as soon as possible as well.

Plans could not keep up with changes. He had originally wanted to save Luo Hua later and gain another wave of goodwill, but now he would not make it in time. Still, it did not matter. The foundation had already been laid, and with Luo Feng's personality, Ren Ze would not lose out. He would just let things take their course.