Half a Year! Douluo, Chaos Approaches!

Time flew by; a full six months had passed since Dai Mubai and Cuihua formed their alliance.

Jiangnan Base City, Extreme Martial Arts Hall.

Inside the training room.

Dai Mubai was shirtless, revealing his lean, sturdy muscles as sweat dripped from his golden hair onto the alloy floor.

He took a deep breath, his gaze locked onto the punch force tester in front of him.

He did not activate his White Tiger Martial Soul, nor did he mobilize a single shred of soul power within his body.

He suddenly exerted force from his waist, his spine springing up like a fully drawn bow, and his right fist slammed into the target with a sharp whistling sound.

"Bang!"

The numbers on the screen jumped rapidly before finally settling steadily: 905kg!

Looking at this figure, a trace of uncontrollable ecstasy curled the corners of Dai Mubai's mouth.

Nine hundred kilograms!

This was the threshold for a Junior Martial Artist in this world.

Over the past six months, he had thoroughly learned all the rules of this world through the Extreme Martial Arts Hall, only then realizing that the Five-Heart-to-Sky Cultivation Method could not be practiced by just anyone; those whose physical constitution did not meet the standard would find that forced practice yielded the opposite of the intended result.

At best, they would suffer a backlash and be injured; at worst, they would die suddenly on the spot!

Thinking of the hardships of the past six months, even Dai Mubai felt his eyes welling up with tears.

He had swallowed his pride, acting like a lackey every day to guard Cuihua, all to trade for the high-grade nutritional meals and low-grade Gene Serum allocated by the martial arts hall.

Only then had his physical fitness finally been strengthened to the point where he could cultivate.

He walked to the mat nearby, sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, and skillfully assumed the Five-Heart-to-Sky posture.

This time, there was no longer that excruciating pain that felt like it would tear his body apart.

The Cosmic Origin Energy of this world, abundant to an outrageous degree, flowed into his limbs and bones as smoothly as a hundred rivers returning to the sea, constantly nourishing and strengthening every single one of his cells.

The pleasure of feeling this power increase at a speed visible to the naked eye left Dai Mubai completely intoxicated.

Just then, the sensor door of the training room made a faint sound and slid open automatically to both sides.

Dai Mubai immediately stopped his cultivation and stood up, his demeanor carrying a subconscious sense of restraint upon seeing who had arrived.

Walking in was a young girl wearing a tight-fitting dark blue combat suit.

Who could have imagined that this girl, with her fair, luminous skin, upright posture, and a brow carrying the majesty of someone in a position of power, was the same village girl from half a year ago who had been looked down upon on the streets of Soto City?

Cuihua walked into the training room, her gaze sweeping casually over the screen of the punch force tester.

"Nine hundred kilograms. Not bad, you've finally touched the threshold."

Cuihua's voice was cold, permeated with an air of absolute confidence and composure.

She walked up to the tester and, without even deliberately adjusting her stance, swung her slender arm with a casual punch.

A dull thud echoed through the training room as the tester shook violently, the numbers on the screen freezing at: 1320kg!

Dai Mubai's eye twitched, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

Thirteen hundred kilograms!

Relying solely on pure physical strength, he, a prince of the Star Luo Empire, had been left far behind by a former village girl.

What made him feel even more powerless was that physical strength was merely Cuihua's weakness.

At Cuihua's side, two hiltless flying daggers forged from refined steel were hovering and circling silently in mid-air like swimming fish.

A Junior Spirit Master!

Over the past six months, with the massive resources of the Extreme Martial Arts Hall tilted in her favor, her talent for spiritual power had been fully developed.

Now, even if Cuihua stood still without moving an inch, she could easily slaughter a fully armed elite squad with her flying daggers!

The village girl of the past now possessed the capital to look down upon him.

Meanwhile, on the Douluo Continent beyond the Sky Screen.

Six months was enough time for a world that had been silent for millions of years to undergo earth-shaking changes.

Heaven Dou Empire, on the streets of a market town outside Soto City.

A mortal youth wearing tattered hemp clothes was using his iron fists to beat a Level 22 Great Soul Master—who usually threw his weight around—into a steady retreat.

The Great Soul Master's face was full of terror; his prideful soul power shield was shattering like fragile glass under the heavy punches of the youth, which carried the force of a thousand catties.

Accompanied by a scream, the youth landed a straight punch hard against the Great Soul Master's chest.

The Great Soul Master flew backward, vomiting blood, and collapsed to the ground, unable to crawl back up for a long time.

The surrounding civilians erupted in thunderous cheers.

In these past six months, the Five-Heart-to-Sky Cultivation Method had spread like a prairie fire to every corner of the continent.

Countless civilians who had once been regarded as mere grass, possessing no talent for soul power, had actually succeeded in drawing energy into their bodies after trying to absorb Cosmic Energy day and night, leading to an astonishing transformation in their physical fitness.

Although the concentration of Cosmic Origin Energy on the Douluo Continent was very low, the sheer size of the commoner population could not be ignored.

In just half a year, a brand-new class had risen abruptly across the continent.

They possessed no spirit power and no spirit rings, yet they wielded terrifying brute strength capable of smashing bricks and stones.

They called themselves—Martial Artists!

Inside Spirit City.

Bibi Dong sat upright on the Pope's throne, flipping through intelligence reports sent from various regions, her eyes showing unconcealable fatigue.

Spirit Hall had acted the fastest and most decisively.

Since the rise of this new class could not be stopped, they would simply control it completely.

Three months ago, Bibi Dong issued a direct order to designate a vast area within the magnificent Spirit City to establish a brand-new building—the "Spirit Hall Martial Artist Branch."

Deacons from various regions were dispatched in large numbers to villages and towns; they were no longer responsible solely for spirit awakening, but also began conducting "Martial Artist Rank Tests" for those commoners who had achieved success in their cultivation.

As long as they passed the test and were registered, they could receive a generous monthly salary from Spirit Hall.

Bibi Dong used the same methods she had once used to win over low-level spirit masters on this emerging class of martial artists, and it must be said, the results were surprisingly good.

After all, no one would turn their back on money.

Meanwhile, within the territories of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect and the Clear Sky Sect, the atmosphere was much calmer.

Both of these great sects followed the path of the power-attack type; their disciples were already physically robust, and the higher-ups adopted a very open-minded attitude toward the Five-Heart-to-Sky Cultivation Method.

Disciples who were willing to try could practice it, and those who were not were left to their own devices.

After all, the sects had deep foundations and possessed top-tier tool spirits and beast spirits as their base, so they were not lacking in frontal combat power.

The reaction of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, however, was the most active and radical of all the factions.

Ning Fengzhi issued a direct, ironclad order, incorporating this cultivation method into the mandatory assessment criteria for the sect's direct-line disciples.

On the white marble plaza outside the main hall, hundreds or even thousands of support-type disciples could be seen every day, sweating profusely under the scorching sun as they performed push-ups and weighted squats, followed by sitting in unison to absorb energy.

The progress of martial artist cultivation had even become an important standard for the sect to measure the potential of the younger generation.

Compared to the orderly conduct of the sects and Spirit Hall, the royal families of the two great empires, Heaven Dou and Star Luo, had recently fallen into unprecedented distress.

Poverty breeds cunning, while wealth fosters conscience.

In a world ruled by spirit masters, power, wealth, and land were all firmly controlled by the nobility and the spirit master class.

Those "useless people" without spirit power were born to be inferior, generation after generation, but now, those who were once at the mercy of others had suddenly grasped power.

When a peasant farmer discovered that he could shatter the sturdy blue-brick gate of a landlord's house with a single punch, how could he possibly remain content to continue working like an ox or a horse?

Within the borders of the two great empires, uprisings and riots broke out one after another in various provinces.

Although the empires could still mobilize elite mortal armies and spirit master legions to forcibly suppress these sporadic rebellions, both Emperor Xue Ye and the Heaven Dou royal family knew clearly in their hearts that the rise of the martial artist class was already unstoppable.

Furthermore, because spirit masters possessed superior physiques, they were the group that cultivated the Five-Heart-to-Sky Cultivation Method the fastest.

Many low-level spirit masters, after coming into contact with the martial artist system and tasting the sweetness of doubled strength, were experiencing subtle shifts in their thinking.

This brand-new Martial Path system was slowly disintegrating the spirit master community from within.

The world was on the verge of chaos!