Advanced Area Sparring Partner

The next two days.

Other than eating and sleeping, Su Bei spent virtually all his time immersed in the martial hall, fully digging into the potential hidden within his body.

The Great Sun Purple Yang Gene Method was inherently balanced and peaceful. It used the essence of the great sun to nourish one's qi and blood; even if one did not seek to become a martial artist, it could still prolong one's life.

And when it came to unlocking one's potential, it unexpectedly suited Su Bei perfectly.

Especially after his bones and physique had been reforged, cultivating became far more effortless for Su Bei. Compared to before, his results were twice as good with half the effort.

In only two days, his basic punch strength had reached 1,400 kilograms, while his speed had broken through 35 m/s!

Such improvement was nothing short of terrifying!

He had not deliberately concealed his strength either. There was little point in hiding it; sooner or later, it would be exposed.

When the few people familiar with him asked, he merely said that while cultivating the Great Sun Purple Yang Gene Method, he had absorbed a strand of golden qi from the purple radiance of the great sun.

There had been precedents for such things. When cultivating any Gene Method, one might encounter such opportunities.

That explanation was believable enough. It was still better than telling people that an extra panel had appeared in his mind—this was a secret Su Bei would defend to the death, even if he got fucked to death by the sun.

"No."

Su Bei casually tossed the specially made dumbbell weighing a thousand kilograms aside. Though drenched in sweat, dissatisfaction still showed on his face.

His progress was indeed gratifying, but he still felt a faint sense of obstruction.

Su Bei understood that training behind closed doors was not a long-term solution. He needed a real battle to better awaken all his potential.

Just then.

His phone rang.

Sky Lake Base City Wuji Martial Hall Part-Time Group (Advanced)

After confirming that Su Bei's basic punch strength had reached 1,000 kg, the martial hall staff had added him to this group.

The group had existed for a long time. It was said that some members had already opened the Secret Treasury Gate and become true martial artists. They were major figures in all walks of life, and occasionally they would even come forward to share their experiences.

He had chatted nonsense in the group for quite a while back then.

But most of the time, the group was fairly quiet.

Senior Coach Zhao Pei: The Advanced Area needs a sparring partner. Requirements: basic punch strength above 1,000 kg, speed above 35 m/s, and martial skills at least at the Proficiency Realm. 10,000 yuan per hour. Medical expenses calculated separately.

Senior Coach Zhao Pei: This trainee is rather special, so the pay is higher.

Su Bei: 1

Fang Wenlin: 1

Liu Qingshan: 1

Fang Wenlin: Damn, this young guy's fingers are fast.

By then, Zhao Pei had already started a private chat with Su Bei.

Zhao Pei: Please send me your detailed information. Thank you.

Su Bei: Basic punch strength: 1,400 kg. Speed: 35.7 m/s. All accompanying martial skills for the Great Sun Purple Yang Gene Method are at the Greater Achievement Realm. Some accomplishment in spear techniques.

Zhao Pei: Greater Achievement Realm? All of them?

Su Bei: Yeah.

Zhao Pei: You won't need your spear techniques this time.

Although Su Bei's innate physique had once been ordinary, he truly was a martial arts genius.

Perhaps because he had lived two lives, he picked up any martial skill quickly and could soon master it, advancing at astonishing speed.

Even with the cold weapons that few people practiced before becoming martial artists, he was quite skilled. He especially loved the spear and trained with one for half an hour every day.

Otherwise, the martial hall would never have allowed him to work part-time as an instructor in the Basic Area.

Not long afterward.

Su Bei received a reply and immediately turned toward the Advanced Area.

The Advanced Area was an independent section, completely separated from the Intermediate Area and the Basic Area. Those who could enter were almost all wealthy or powerful. The monthly fees alone were astronomical. Aside from them, only martial artists could enter.

Thus, even though the Advanced Area had the fewest actual users, it still occupied more than half of the entire martial hall.

The division of resources throughout the world had always followed an inverted pyramid. It was the same everywhere.

Before long.

Su Bei met Zhao Pei. He was an unremarkable young man. The single-moon badge on his chest proved that he was a martial artist who had opened one Secret Treasury Gate.

There was no small talk. After confirming his identity, Zhao Pei led Su Bei through several corridors before finally arriving outside a training room.

He pushed the door open and entered.

There was far more inside than met the eye. Though it was called a training room, it was nearly half the size of a football field.

Inside, an old man stood quietly at the edge of the training ground.

The old man looked to be around sixty, with graying temples. Yet he was bare-chested, his chocolate-bar abs fully exposed, built so powerfully that he looked capable of punching a bull to death.

At the center of the training ground, three people were already locked in battle.

All were men.

Two were tall young men in their twenties. As their fists swept through the air, they resembled a violent gale passing through, kicking up dust from the grass field in an impressive spectacle.

The third was the youngest, only around twenty. He was not particularly tall, but his toes constantly tapped against the ground. Every movement was as swift as a cheetah, and even under the pursuit of the two young men, he remained completely at ease.

The two appeared to be fighting with tremendous force, but they had not inflicted any injuries on the young man. Instead, they were occasionally wounded by his claw strikes, their bodies streaked with blood, yet they could do nothing about it.

And from the looks of it, these two were not the first to come.

Su Bei's pupils narrowed slightly.

He knew both young men in their twenties. They were veteran advanced members of Wuji Martial Hall. Their strength had both exceeded 1,300 kg, and it was said that they had signed up for this Martial Artist Assessment in hopes of gaining an opportunity to open the Secret Treasury Gate.

Yet before this young man, the two were as weak as children.

Su Bei could tell that if this had been a fight to the death, the two would already have died by his hands!

More importantly, this young man did not give him the same powerful feeling as the old man beside him. He also lacked the tide-like aura of qi and blood that came after opening the Secret Treasury Gate.

It seemed that, like Su Bei, he was merely a Quasi-Martial Artist!

This was a complete suppression in martial arts realm. Whether it was the Gene Method he cultivated or the gap in their martial skills, the difference was simply unimaginable!

"Uncle Chen, since the new sparring partner is here, hurry up and let him come up."

"These two can't take a beating at all. They're about to be crippled again. What kind of martial hall is this in Sky Lake? Why are even the sparring partners such trash?"

Even while fighting, the young man still had the leisure to look toward the sidelines.

The young man's gaze at Su Bei carried a hint of aggression, as though he had spotted prey.

Su Bei frowned slightly but said nothing.

He had worked as a sparring partner for money before, and he had heard far worse things than this. He had long since grown accustomed to it.

After all, most martial artists regarded anyone below their level as worthless grass.

But sparring partners came in different kinds. This time, it was not the sort of sparring where one merely fed moves to another. It suited Su Bei just fine; he could fight with everything he had.

"Mr. Chen, the sparring partner has arrived. I'll head out first. If you need anything, just call for me. I'll be outside the door," Zhao Pei said.

"Mm." The old man responded. Only after Zhao Pei had left did he look at Su Bei, his expression blank. "Go on. If you do well, you won't be paid poorly."

"Excuse me."

Su Bei nodded lightly.

Huff...

Circulating the Purple Yang Gene Method, he slowly exhaled. The breath looked like white mist, while the temperature on his body rapidly rose and a faint flush appeared beneath his skin.

Sun-Piercing Footwork

The next instant.

Su Bei stomped down hard. The muscles in his legs twisted and coiled like tightly wound springs, unleashing their greatest force in an incredibly brief moment!

Bang!

The turf was torn up from the grass field. His body shot forward like an arrow released from its bow, crossing dozens of meters in an instant and appearing directly in the melee. His waist muscles had already begun to exert force in midair as he threw a punch!

His Qi Force arrived first!

"Good!"

The young man gave a strange cry. His cheetah-like form suddenly changed, becoming a tiger descending the mountain in the blink of an eye. His right hand formed a fist, while his left became a claw!

Bang!

Their fists collided. Under the tremendous impact, Su Bei's right fist was instantly covered in blood!

If his reforged bones and physique had not been far stronger than before, that single collision would have shattered his bones!

The young man, in contrast, clearly had not suffered any injury. His left hand, shaped like a tiger claw, instantly shifted techniques and swept toward Su Bei's waist.

Su Bei had observed him for several minutes and had long been prepared. He suddenly leaned backward, evading the strike, while his right leg snapped out like a cold whip.

Smack!

Leg and claw collided.

Both their bodies shook.

One had to know that the force of fists and legs differed enormously. Su Bei's punch strength had reached 1,400 kg, but the power of one kick far exceeded that number!

What is this, some Ten Miles Slope Sword Saint?

With this kind of strength, why hasn't he opened the Secret Treasury Gate? Does he just love hanging around the beginner village?

Su Bei cursed inwardly.

After only a brief exchange, he could tell that this man's basic strength surpassed his own, at least 1,600 kg!

Then, in an instant, they clashed once again.

Fists and kicks rained down like a raging storm. Their movements became nearly impossible to see with the naked eye, and in a fleeting moment, they had exchanged dozens of blows!

The Great Sun Purple Yang Gene Method was balanced and peaceful, while its accompanying basic martial skills were broad and forceful, without many variations. Its core principle was to overwhelm one's opponent with sheer momentum.

Such martial skills worked well against weaker opponents, but once one's strength fell short of the opponent's, one could only be forced into a passive position.

"Greater Achievement Realm!? Your martial skills have all reached the Greater Achievement Realm!"

"I never expected Sky Lake Base City to have someone as talented as you!"

As the young man collided with Su Bei, his qi and blood churned and a flush colored his face. "At last, someone halfway decent has come!"

Whether from excitement or something else, the transformations in his hands grew faster and faster. He shifted rapidly between tiger and leopard forms, his footwork moving like a dragon soaring and leaping.

"My name is Zhang Feiyu. You're qualified to know it!"

Su Bei did not speak, but inwardly cursed him as a lunatic. Who the fuck cares what your name is?!

Finally.

As waves of force battered him, the last trace of obstruction throughout Su Bei's body completely vanished.

The panel in his mind changed once again.

Mission: Become Stronger (Completed)

Your progress is astonishing. In only two days, you have completely mastered your body. You have reached the Martial Apprentice Realm.

The mission had been completed.

"Your turn!"

Su Bei swiftly withdrew and retreated. Even with the advantage of superior martial skill realm, he could not withstand the assault of a pay-to-win boss. Especially since he had no idea what Gene Method this young man cultivated—it was exceptionally well-rounded, with almost no weaknesses, endlessly changing and impossible to guard against.

Throughout their continuous exchanges, Su Bei had been suppressed by his opponent from start to finish, only barely managing to hold on.

By then, his body was covered in injuries. Of course, he merely looked miserable; most were superficial wounds.

But his opponent was not having an easy time either. His qi and blood were churning as well.

His goal had already been achieved.

He was only a sparring partner. Why risk his life?

As for the other two guys, seeing Su Bei act like this, they howled and charged forward.