Soft artificial lighting simulated the shifts of natural daylight, spilling across the empty training grounds.
Fang Tianyi stood before a group of young people dressed in specially designed training uniforms.
Ten minutes of Flying Thunder God instruction every day.
These young people were the first batch of trainees, selected through multiple rounds of screening for their exceptional potential in spatial perception.
Su Xiao was among them. Sweat still beaded on her forehead, clearly showing that she had just finished a round of high-intensity concentration training.
Tianyi explained the spatial coordinate perception involved in the Flying Thunder God technique in simple, accessible terms.
He tried to teach it through concepts they could understand.
The trainees listened with rapt attention, their eyes filled with both a thirst for knowledge.
And reverence for this chief instructor who possessed extraordinary techniques from another world.
Suddenly, the classified communications screen on one side of the training grounds lit up with a news bulletin summary.
This was the base's internal information channel, intended to keep Comrade Fang Tianyi informed of major developments in the outside world.
A brief item scrolled across the screen: "Several executives from our technology companies were taken away during a conference in Sydney by Kangaroo Nation authorities working with Bald Eagle Nation, on suspicions of violating sanctions and other grounds.
"They have reportedly been extradited to Bald Eagle Nation."
The brief wording struck Tianyi's heart like a silent bolt of lightning.
The news audio abruptly cut off.
The air in the training grounds seemed to be sucked away in an instant, only to be filled with something heavy, cold, and almost tangible.
It was not a change in temperature, but an oppressive force that arose from the very essence of life.
A pure, biting killing intent, as though it had emerged from