Youth Training Camp

At dusk.

A streak of the setting sun's afterglow occasionally broke through the edge of the gloomy clouds, spilling over Wilderness City 085.

On the rooftop of an abandoned Shopping Mall Building.

The Rose Squad, having rushed all the way here, rested separately. Only Zhang Yi had his sniper rifle set up as he observed the surrounding area.

Shen Hong leaned against her broad saber, gulped down a large mouthful of water, then looked at Zhou Ying'er, who was eating highly compressed sugar pills beside her. "How has Xiao Hao's training been this past month?"

Zhou Ying'er paused and smiled. "Not bad. He's completely mastered the most basic Stake Standing movements and can hold them for over two hours."

Upon hearing that, Shen Hong spat out the water she had just swallowed with a puff. Surprise spread across her face. Basic Stake Standing was the starting point for physical training. The longer one could maintain it, the hungrier the body's cellular genes became, and the more efficiently they passively absorbed cosmic energy.

Why had China and India seen the greatest increase in martial artists during the Great Nirvana era?

The reason was that China had possessed a martial arts tradition since ancient times, with many Stake Standing techniques for training the body and absorbing cosmic energy more quickly, while India had yoga movements.

However, whether it was Stake Standing or yoga, both required relentless practice.

An ordinary beginner needed half a year of Stake Standing practice before they could barely hold the stance for nearly half an hour.

Zhou Hao was far too young. In Shen Hong's view, it would already have been impressive if, after only one month of training, he could master the standard movements and hold them for ten minutes. Yet he could actually persist for over two hours.

"Ying'er, are you sure Xiao Hao can already hold a standard Stake Standing stance for over two hours?" Shen Hong could not help asking. It was not that she suspected Zhou Ying'er of deliberately lying, but the matter was simply too exaggerated and absurd.

Her voice rose, drawing the attention of Zheng Ru, Li Min, and the others nearby.

They all knew about Zhou Ying'er raising her younger brother.

"Sister Shen, I can hardly believe it myself, but Xiao Hao really can hold the stance for more than two hours, and his movements are extremely standard." Zhou Ying'er nodded, then added, "The twenty pounds of Gene Meat you got for me are almost used up. I also bought another ten pounds of ordinary meat from the HR Mall."

The quiet Cao Yingchun suddenly spoke up. "Ying'er, your little brother can hold a stance for so long after only a month. His physical fitness has probably already reached the level of a Junior Trainee, perhaps even an Intermediate Trainee. Haven't you tested his Punch Power?"

Zhou Ying'er froze, then shook her head. "No."

Shen Hong immediately said, "When we get back this time, test him. If his physical fitness and other data have all reached the Junior Trainee standard, then your brother has decent talent and is worth investing heavily in. If he has reached the Intermediate Trainee standard, then your brother is a genius! I'll apply to Manager Zhu to let your brother enter the Limit Martial Hall's Youth Training Camp!"

"Ah, the Youth Training Camp... can that really work? My brother is only three!" Zhou Ying'er was a little stunned.

Before Shen Hong could speak, Zhang Yi turned and said, "Why not? The younger someone is, the greater their potential. Among all the high schools in Jiangnan Base City, fewer than a hundred people under fifteen have reached the Intermediate Trainee level, and there are even fewer under ten. If your three-year-old brother is confirmed to be an Intermediate Trainee, Manager Zhu will probably be too excited to sleep when he finds out."

Li Min smiled. "I think there's an eighty percent chance. That little Xiao Hao is slippery as an eel. Every time Sister Ru and I tried to catch him, he ran incredibly fast. That's not something an ordinary child can do."

Zheng Ru nodded repeatedly. "Ying'er, you have to take this seriously. If your brother really is a genius, martial artists like us won't be able to raise him properly."

Zhou Ying'er's expression turned solemn. "Mm. As soon as I get back, I'll have my brother tested."

"Alright, there's no use talking about this now... Everyone, hurry up and rest. The hunt begins tomorrow, and our time is tight!" Shen Hong clapped her hands and changed the subject.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.

Sharp whistling sounds filled the air as nine throwing knives streaked through it like flowing light. More than a dozen windows in the surrounding buildings shattered from the vibrations. Zhou Hao, whom the Rose Squad had been discussing, was currently standing on a shield as he tested the Object Control Chapter of Fundamentals of Mental Power Master.

In only half a day.

He could skillfully control all nine throwing knives and unleash power of the same level.

Although the secret techniques awarded through check-ins were directly transmitted into his mind, saving him a great deal of study time, complete mastery still required constant practice.

It was like memorizing ancient texts. Even if the memories were engraved in one's mind after reciting them, one still needed to review them after some time in order to recite every word perfectly.

Boom!

A Hunter Silver Moon Fierce Wolf suddenly shot out from the left side of the building. It was incredibly fast, pouncing like lightning toward Zhou Hao, who hovered atop his shield.

Slash!

Zhou Hao did not even spare it a glance. Just as the Silver Moon Fierce Wolf was about to reach him, he drew his combat saber and twisted sideways. The blade cleaved through the air, and its explosive force directly severed the Silver Moon Fierce Wolf's head.

Its body and head crashed heavily to the ground, splattering blood everywhere.

His physical fitness had reached the Mid-level War God level, while his Mental Power had reached Peak War God level. His movement technique was also at the Perfect level. Let alone a High-level Beast General Silver Moon Fierce Wolf, even if a High-level Lord attacked him, he could kill it without much effort.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.

The nine throwing knives swiftly returned and slipped into his trouser pocket.

Zhou Hao descended to the ground and collected the materials from the Silver Moon Fierce Wolf. To him now, the value of materials from a High-level Beast General was nothing, but he was thrifty by nature. He had collected every Beast General he occasionally killed along the way into the backpack formed by his Black God Suit.

"Once my Mental Power breaks through to the Planetary level, I'll be able to use the Second layer of Zhou Tian Star Concealment Technique!" he murmured. After glancing at the sky, he stepped onto his shield and sped away from the city district.

The stronger the level of the powerful support technique Zhou Tian Star Concealment Technique, the stronger its supporting effects became.

The first layer could conceal himself, along with anything he carried within a one-meter radius of his body.

By the second layer, that range could expand to one hundred meters.

After returning to Mingyue Residential Area.

Zhou Hao took a shower, then obediently sat at the dining table and waited.

At the same time, he thought, After checking in for a month, I can more or less squeeze a place dry. I'll keep checking in at the Limit Martial Hall headquarters for one month first, then switch locations!

There were not actually many good places on Earth where he could check in.

He had already checked in at the Limitless Gym, the main headquarters, and the Wilderness Zone, and had roughly figured out the rewards.

As for places like the Thunderclap Martial Hall and the HR Alliance Mall, there was no real point in checking in there now that he had reached Peak War God level.

Therefore, the only places left that could help Zhou Hao were the various Ancient Civilization Relics.

Of course, the place Zhou Hao most wanted to check in at was inside the Meteorite Star Ship. It was the vehicle of the immortal powerhouse Huyan Bo, and there were quite a few treasures inside.

As he thought.

Wang Rong brought the dishes out one after another.

"Mom, I met a martial artist uncle at the gym today. He soaked some medicinal wine and gave it to me, saying it could help with rheumatic pain. Drink more of it in the future and see whether it works." As he spoke, he ran into his room and carried a large jar of medicinal wine to the dining table.

Wang Rong rubbed Zhou Hao's little head. "Alright. Mom will drink some from now on."

Zhou Hao lifted the lid of the jar, and a rich, fragrant scent immediately wafted out. "Mom, start drinking it today. I tried it already, and it tastes great."

As Wang Rong inhaled the fragrance, she felt her body grow much lighter. The indifference on her face vanished, and she said in surprise, "What kind of medicinal wine is this? Just the scent makes people feel refreshed. It must be expensive, right?"

"Mom, it was a gift, so I don't know either. Don't worry about whether it's expensive. Hurry up and drink some!" Zhou Hao urged as he poured his mother a cup.

This medicinal wine had naturally been made by soaking a small amount of Hundred Dew Grass in water.

Wang Rong took a small sip and immediately felt a warm current swiftly spread through her limbs and body. She closed her eyes in enjoyment.

"Mom, does it work?" Zhou Hao asked with a smile.

"It works wonderfully. Mom feels ten years younger." Wang Rong was astonished. Looking at her son Zhou Hao, she said, "This medicinal wine must be very precious. Tomorrow, bring Mom to thank that person. We can't accept something like this for nothing."

Zhou Hao had long expected his mother to say that. He replied casually, "Mom, that martial artist uncle has gone to the Wilderness Zone. We won't be able to see him tomorrow."

"I see. Then when he comes back, we'll pay him a visit."

"Alright."