The Northern Frontier Base City airport.
Yang Bei, Lu Gang, and Dongguan parted ways there.
"See you next time."
"Just contact me through the War God Palace."
They did not stand on ceremony and simply said their goodbyes.
Aside from the three of them, Zheng Yuqiao and Zhang Gui were also present.
Lu Gang was returning to Jiangnan Base City.
Yang Bei was staying in Northern Frontier Base City.
As for Dongguan, he headed to Hongning Base City alongside Zheng Yuqiao and Zhang Gui.
They boarded a saucer-shaped passenger plane.
"It would actually be pretty convenient to own an Intelligent Fighter, wouldn't it?"
Dongguan had originally been indifferent toward Intelligent Fighters, but now he figured that if he really had one, traveling back and forth between different base cities would be much more convenient.
Of course, if he had an emergency now, he could just run there himself; the meaning of being at the Planetary Grade was that the surface of a planet presented no obstacles.
His current flight speed could reach over two thousand meters per second, and half a day was enough to circle the Earth once.
"It is indeed very convenient. Why don't you buy one?" Zheng Yuqiao asked in turn.
"I have no money."
"I recall that you rarely spend money. Where is it all?" Zheng Yuqiao asked, somewhat surprised.
Dongguan's "thriftiness" was well-known, yet the number of monsters he killed had consistently remained high.
An Intelligent Fighter would be expensive if it were the triangular kind specially made by the Limitless Martial Arts Hall, but Dongguan should be able to afford an ordinary saucer-shaped one.
"Spent it," Dongguan admitted frankly.
He was already preparing to find time to butcher a King-level Monster, such as the previous Long-Armed Ape King, which would have been a fine choice.
Zhang Gui maintained his silence.
If he guessed correctly, he was already wealthier than his father at present, though this money had been given to him by his father.
Zheng Yuqiao was stunned, but did not ask further.
As a Councilor, a lack of money was simply impossible. Lord-level monsters were the ATMs of War Gods, and they were equally the ATMs of Councilors.
At the time, after Dongguan broke through, various factions had invited him once more, but Dongguan refused again.
He was already at the Planetary Grade; since he hadn't joined any factions originally, there was even less need to do so now.
The identity of a Councilor alone was enough to represent status, and there was no need to add more restrictions.
Many Councilors were like this. Those who joined various factions had often formed cooperative ties before reaching the Planetary Grade.
Hongning Base City.
Along the way, various pavilions and terraces possessed a distinct ancient Huaxia style.
In fact, these buildings were all newly constructed after the Great Nirvana, except that Hong liked the Huaxia style and therefore had them built this way.
As for the genuine ancient cities, most of them had instead been occupied by monsters.
"The Training Camp has arrived."
The three of them got out of the car and came before a wide gate.
They walked through the gate.
Hum!
Zhang Gui, visiting for the first time, was directly struck with awe.
Greeting his eyes was a huge black dragon sculpture, a full fifty meters tall, and its lifelike eyes seemed to be gazing right at them.
Zhang Gui's face turned pale, his limbs somewhat weak, until Dongguan reached out and steadied him.
"Startled? It's just a sculpture," Zheng Yuqiao laughed.
"This imposing aura is truly terrifying," Zhang Gui recovered himself, though his body remained somewhat rigid.
"Let's go." Dongguan patted him on the shoulder, a jolt of force channeling inward, and Zhang Gui straightened his back involuntarily.
Naturally, Dongguan would not be intimidated by this sculpture; as a Planetary Grade warrior, the master of those eyes, even when alive, was only at the same rank as him.
Yet this was indeed his first time coming here.
He had visited Hongning Base City before, but he had never come here, nor had there been any need to.
There were names inscribed one by one upon the dragon scales of the sculpture.
"No. 1 Renatus Bridge (530321)"
"No. 2 Chu Qiang (540601)"
"No. 3 Eben Pass (520916)"
"No. 62 Luo Feng (570203)"
"No. 183 Jacqueline Berner (570319)"
There were one hundred and eighty-three people in total.
"Luo Feng from Jiangnan Base City is formidable. Not only is he a Psychic, but only two months after entering, his Black Dragon Ranking position has already reached 62nd."
Zheng Yuqiao spoke while leading the two of them inward.
Back in the War God Palace, when Li Yao and his wife came to cause trouble, he had already checked up on Luo Feng's information.
It was also because of that incident that Luo Feng exposed his identity as a Psychic and entered the Training Camp ahead of time.
"Luo Feng, he's very good." Dongguan nodded.
Hearing his father praise someone else, Zhang Gui felt somewhat displeased, thinking to himself, Luo Feng, I'll remember that.
A thought arose in his mind: since his father thought so highly of Luo Feng, if he could surpass him, it would definitely blow his father's mind.
Luo Feng was a genius, and everyone in the Training Camp was a genius, so why wasn't he?
As a seventeen-year-old low-level War General, he possessed no small amount of arrogance in his heart; he simply didn't display it directly.
Seeing Zhang Gui's expression, Dongguan guessed what kind of notion he was entertaining.
"Want to be stronger than Luo Feng? Then work hard. Setting your sights high is no bad thing."
Hearing Dongguan say this, Zhang Gui clenched his fists, his fighting spirit soaring within.
Zheng Yuqiao watched this scene and smiled without a word.
Luo Feng was a Psychic; before his rapid-growth period ended, his rate of improvement would vastly exceed that of a martial artist.
As for Zhang Gui, he was even two years younger than Luo Feng, already possessed the strength of a low-level War General, and had a Councilor for a father.
It was a predictable outcome that their futures would surpass his own as a mid-level War God.
He looked up at the sky; dusk had arrived.
"The test is scheduled for tomorrow noon. It's an A-rank test, Zhang Gui, do you have the confidence to pass? Of course, because you used your father's special quota, even if you fail the test, you can still stay temporarily."
"However, if you remain in the bottom three for three whole months, you will still be cleared out. That is the rule of the Training Camp; even a special quota must abide by it."
"Actually, it might have been better for you to come a year later, but your father arranged it this way." Zheng Yuqiao looked toward Zhang Gui.
Dongguan also looked at him.
He had previously wanted Zhang Gui to come later, though he didn't know whether the boy genuinely wanted to spend more time with his family or if he truly lacked confidence.
"No, I won't be cleared out, and I will pass tomorrow's test," Zhang Gui replied firmly.
The second stage of 《World Destruction》 was his foundation of confidence.
That's right. After breaking through to the Planetary Grade and returning to Northern Frontier Base City, Dongguan had shown Zhang Gui the recorded video of Hong making a move.
Afterward, Zhang Gui practiced bitterly for a whole night and broke through the second stage of 《World Destruction》.
In this regard, Zhang Gui seemed to have inherited his father's talent.
Many people bought the "Ninefold Thunder Blade" manual, but very few truly practiced it to the eighth layer. Aside from Dongguan, the only one who reached the ninth layer was Thunder God, who created the manual.
Therefore, even with his past reputation as the Perfect War God, no one would underestimate his talent-they merely felt he had stuck at some bottleneck.
"Then I'll wait and see."
The Jiangnan Pavilion.
Luo Feng had just finished his cultivation and arrived at the second-floor corridor, resting his hands on the railing as he admired the scenery of the Training Camp.
Due to Hong's preferences, all aspects of the Training Camp leaned toward rustic simplicity. Aside from electric lights and a few electrical outlets used for laptops, televisions, washing machines, and the like were entirely absent.
Thus, admiring the scenery became a substitute recreational activity.
Suddenly, he spotted three people walking toward the neighboring Northern Border Pavilion.
One of them was very familiar-War God Dongguan, a War God who had thought very highly of him back then.
The other party's enthusiasm at the time had even led Luo Feng to suspect that he wanted to take him on as a disciple.
Later, he heard that Dongguan went to the Northern Border and even issued a bounty of 100 billion.
He had paid attention to the news on the Warrior Forum some time ago.
Aside from him, there was also a seventeen or eighteen-year-old youth whose face still retained its youthful innocence.
The remaining person was a middle-aged man.
"What is he doing in the Training Camp? Could it be that he's here to be an instructor?"
He was unaware of the news of Dongguan's breakthrough. Not much time had passed, and Councilor information was kept confidential.
In Luo Feng's imagination, there were only two kinds of people who came to the Training Camp: trainees and instructors. Given War God Dongguan's strength, he naturally couldn't be a trainee.
At that moment, Luo Feng saw Dongguan's gaze shift toward him, discovering his scrutiny, and smilingly wave to signal him to come over.
By the time Luo Feng drew closer, he overheard Dongguan speaking to the youth.
"A'gui, look, this is Luo Feng."
Luo Feng noticed that the youth was looking at him with a trace of hostility in his gaze. However, it wasn't hatred, but rather resembled viewing him as a rival.
When they were close enough, Dongguan introduced them to Luo Feng.
"Luo Feng, this is my son, Zhang Gui, who will also be in the Training Camp from now on. His goal is to surpass you, you know."
"Surpass me?" Luo Feng was startled. With so many people in the Training Camp, to specifically mention surpassing him meant Dongguan had probably said something to the boy.
Yet, Luo Feng didn't mind this.
"Hello, I am Luo Feng."
He extended his right hand.
Zhang Gui was momentarily stunned, but immediately extended his right hand as well, shaking it.
"Hello, I am Zhang Gui. I will surpass you."
"If you can pull it off." Luo Feng smiled unconcernedly, yet his sharp edge was unmistakable.
"Luo Feng," Zheng Yuqiao, standing nearby, reminded him, "don't underestimate him. Zhang Gui is only 17 this year, and he already has the strength of a low-level War General."
17 years old?
Luo Feng clicked his tongue slightly. This age was even younger than his own.
At seventeen, he had merely been an Advanced Martial Arts Student who hadn't yet awakened his Spiritual Force.
His heart could not help but attach more importance to the youth.
The next day at noon, the ninth floor of the Nine-Story Tower.
Quite a few trainees had gathered in the hall.
"The difficulty of this A-rank test is far too low. I solved it casually."
Zhang Gui wore a triumphant expression.
Zheng Yuqiao, however, remarked, "The A-rank test was never meant to be difficult, and I'm not surprised you passed. But anyone in this Training Camp could pass it; the others don't have a special quota like yours. Some even entered by passing the B-rank test."
"Councilor Dongguan, you don't seem to have ever cleared the Trial Tower, right? Why not give it a try?" Zheng Yuqiao looked toward Dongguan on the side.
"Who is this?"
"I've never seen him."
"Still, he's a Councilor."
"Hiss~"
The other trainees began to whisper among themselves.
Luo Feng was also there.
Hearing this statement, he finally realized.
"We haven't seen each other for a while, and War God Dongguan has already become Councilor Dongguan."
The world was never static; while you were growing stronger, everyone else was also progressing.
"Precisely because of that, the world is interesting, isn't it?" Luo Feng's heart was filled with fighting spirit.
Beyond the War God level, he would reach it as well.
Hearing Zheng Yuqiao's words, Dongguan took the helmet and placed it over his head.
"Then I'll give it a try."
To be honest, he was quite curious as well.
After a short while, he woke up and removed the helmet.
"How were the results?"
"I didn't make it to the sixth floor."
The final outcome was a defeat in the C-rank test on the fifth floor.
The Trial Tower rating was 5.7.
"As expected of a Councilor."
Dongguan made an estimation. According to the combat power amplitude calculations of this Training Camp, his power output multiplier of 7 multiplied by the Trial Tower rating of 5.7 resulted in a figure close to 40, nearly doubling the "Super" tier benchmark of 16.
Still, he couldn't compare himself with these little fellows; if replaced by other Councilors, they might not match him, but there should be quite a few exceeding 20.
Back when he was still at the Warrior General level, he had been nowhere near this high.
"Let me share some good news with everyone," Zheng Yuqiao announced. "Councilor Dongguan will be staying in the Training Camp for a period of time to temporarily serve as an instructor."
The trainees turned their gazes toward Zhang Gui one after another, casting envious looks his way.
Within the Training Camp, many trainees possessed various connections. Once they contacted the forces behind them, naturally a great many people knew that Zhang Gui was Dongguan's son, making it easy to deduce the reason he was allowed to stay.
Although trainees bringing their parents to the Training Camp was against the rules, a Councilor-level existence could completely ignore such things.
Even if a Councilor were to kill a War God in a city, the War God Palace would handle the judgment with discretion, let alone something as trivial as someone wanting to come to the Training Camp to tutor their child.
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