After a hurried breakfast, Qin Fen strode toward the army's gravity room under the watch of many soldiers out for their morning exercises.

Compared to the gravity room at the recruit training camp, not only were the individual rooms here vastly larger, but the range of gravity levels available was also significantly greater.

After careful consideration, Qin Fen entered a room set to double gravity.

Unlike the training camp, the service women here showed no great surprise at the gravity level Qin Fen selected.

Shengjing was one of the central cities for economy, politics, and culture.

Here converged more than a fifth of the talent from Zhongzhou, and given its long history, it was not uncommon for young people to venture into higher gravity settings.

In the spacious room, dozens of people sat cross-legged, silently guiding their zhenqi.

Qin Fen chose a relatively open spot and slowly initiated the starting stance of the Twenty-Four Forms of Taijiquan, moving next into Left Wild Horse Parts Mane, then White Crane Spreads Wings…

Practicing Taijiquan under gravity made it easier to truly feel the force exerted and transmitted through every punch and kick.

The service woman at the desk, watching Qin Fen on the monitor as he performed martial arts in the gravity room, displayed a flicker of astonishment for the first time.

It wasn't unheard of for people to practice martial arts in the gravity room.

On the contrary, many—or rather, anyone who entered a gravity room—would practice some form of fist or foot technique there.

However, when others practiced, even if they weren't using ultimate moves, they usually performed higher-level forms. Practicing the simplified Twenty-Four Forms of Taijiquan?

The service woman at the desk had never witnessed such a thing.

Based on the records of this gravity room in the Shengjing barracks since the city's founding, Qin Fen was the first person ever to practice the simplified Twenty-Four Forms of Taijiquan within its walls.

Before he even finished one full set of Taijiquan, Qin Fen was completely immersed, his mind filled only with the image of the master performing the forms in his dreams.

The service woman staring at the screen was also transfixed. She had seen the simplified Twenty-Four Forms of Taijiquan before; it wasn't some profound technique. Yet, the feeling this recruit projected while practicing it was profoundly moving.

The simplified Twenty-Four Forms of Taijiquan could barely be called an exercise routine. How could this young man make it look so beautiful? Were those faint, visible rings of airflow swirling around his arms and body?

Qin Fen’s movements grew smoother, and those who had been meditating in seclusion began to sense the flow of the air becoming increasingly strange.

The first to open his eyes was a six-star Meteor-level master. The instant he saw Qin Fen, he shared the same surprise as the service woman: someone was practicing the simplified Twenty-Four Forms of Taijiquan here?

The six-star master’s initial surprise lasted only a moment before his eyes filled with an even deeper astonishment.

This time, his surprise wasn't about who was practicing the simplified Twenty-Four Forms of Taijiquan, but that the form was being executed with a feeling he had never conceived possible.

Unconsciously, this martial artist was drawn in by Qin Fen’s movements. He stood up and instinctively walked forward, stepping into Qin Fen’s sphere of influence.

Qin Fen was already wholly absorbed in the ebb and flow, the hard and soft rhythm of the simplified Taijiquan, and did not notice anyone entering his aura.

However, driven by a martial artist's instinct, the moment his aura was disturbed, Qin Fen shifted his stance, his body darting forward, unleashing a Single Whip press.

This Single Whip, projected without a stray thought, caused a muffled thunder to rumble faintly beneath his palm against the double-gravity air.

The other martial artist had not expected Qin Fen to attack suddenly. As the Single Whip bore down like a giant’s hand, he dared not hold back. Infusing five-star zhenqi throughout his body, he sank his waist slightly and stepped forward, launching a probing punch toward Qin Fen’s ribs—the "Dragon Clings to the Body" from the Great Eight Forms of the Flying Dragon.

As the martial artist moved, the airflow around Qin Fen naturally shifted.

Pressing down with the Single Whip, Qin Fen rotated his body, transitioning into the White Crane Spreads Wings of the Twenty-Four Forms. His left palm brushed against the back of the opponent’s punch, while his right palm swept toward the opponent's head.

The instant their palms and fist met, the martial artist felt his hand was about to be lightly brushed away by Qin Fen’s touch—it felt more like being savagely whipped by a metal shovel. The immense force instantly shattered his bodily balance.

Losing his equilibrium, and with no time to process, Qin Fen’s right palm swept horizontally toward the opponent's face in the White Crane Spreads Wings. If this palm connected, the worst outcome would be a vegetative state.

At this critical juncture, he dared not rely only on his equal five-star strength. He unleashed his full six-star Meteor-level power, sinking his waist further, retracting both shoulders sharply, and executing a "Dragon Enters the Mire" to curl his body into a ball, narrowly dodging Qin Fen's strike.

Qin Fen had not even finished the White Crane Spreads Wings before transitioning into a Knee Hug and Block Push directed at the opponent's head.

By this time, the other meditating individuals sensed the gusts of wind and opened their eyes to investigate the commotion.

The six-star martial artist felt utterly stifled! He had only meant to approach for a closer look, yet he was inexplicably dragged into a brawl and was being completely dominated by a mere youth.

And now, he was being watched by numerous acquaintances he usually encountered.

"What is this kid's background?"

The six-star martial artist, boiling with frustration from being suppressed, ignored the risk of injuring Qin Fen. Suddenly, his shoulder bones twitched, and he roared: "Golden Dragon Soars to Heaven!"

Those who had just opened their eyes jumped at the cry. That was the fiercest punch in the Great Eight Forms of the Flying Dragon. For a six-star practitioner to use it against a five-star opponent—did this mean the young man was about to…?

Boom!

Qin Fen transformed his palm into a fist and clashed directly with the Golden Dragon Fist. As his body trembled slightly, the six-star martial artist was lifted off his feet and thrown backward, slamming hard into the sturdy wall.

The service woman seated before the monitor dropped her coffee cup in utter stupefaction.

All the martial artists in the gravity room stared wide-eyed at the six-star warrior sitting on the floor.

"How is that possible?"

Someone blurted out the question that echoed in everyone's mind in their stunned state.

A six-star Meteor-level expert being violently thrown back by a five-star Meteor-level expert? How could that be?

The six-star warrior on the ground could hardly believe it; the power of that single punch was overwhelming. It wasn't just a clash of zhenqi; the opponent's body possessed an incredibly brute force that had simply slammed him away.

In that instant, he felt less like he was fighting a person and more like he had punched the foot of an elephant, only for that elephant to angrily kick back with its massive leg.

The impact of the overwhelming force caused dislocation in the six-star warrior’s arm and shoulder joints—the brute force had achieved an effect usually associated with grappling techniques.

The exchange of blows brought Qin Fen out of his immersive state.

He looked at the warrior sitting on the floor, then at the shattered paving stones beneath his own feet, and immediately understood what had just transpired.

Recalling that moment of direct impact, where he had blasted the opponent away, the fierce power within his body immediately transformed into waves of yielding force, intercepting the invading six-star zhenqi at his arm and completely neutralizing it.

"A little interesting," said a six-star martial artist from the crowd, rising to his feet. "Young man, let's spar."

Qin Fen had been looking for someone to test his skills against, hoping to grasp the essence of 'hard' versus 'soft' through combat. He certainly wouldn't refuse someone delivering themselves to his door.

"Senior, please be merciful," Qin Fen replied, shifting into the posture of White Crane Spreads Wings.

The man showed no politeness. Stamping his feet, he instantly employed the Dragon-Form Stride, lunging forward with a sound that was almost a dragon's roar as he cut through the air. The moment his feet hit the ground, he launched a Half-Step Burst Punch.

Qin Fen’s eyes immediately lit up. Under this double gravity, the opponent's speed was no slower than it would be outside—six-star power was indeed commendable. He casually threw out a "Brush Knee and Twist Step."

This six-star martial artist had no chance of dodging when facing a five-star opponent, especially with so many eyes watching from behind. He wanted to test precisely how much power Qin Fen’s fist held.

The two collided squarely.

Qin Fen’s body shook again. This six-star martial artist experienced the same thing as the one before him—a close encounter with an elephant, violently sent flying by that sheer, brute force.

"My turn!"

This time, a martial artist at the peak of the six-star level stepped forward. He clenched his ten fingers, causing the air to snap loudly. His tensed arms showed bulging veins as he brought down the fierce Monument Crushing Palm strike overhead.

Qin Fen met the blow with a Cloud Hands stance, and the two connected solidly.

Both arms vibrated simultaneously. The six-star peak martial artist stumbled backward repeatedly. He had anticipated Qin Fen’s immense strength, but he hadn't expected it to exceed his estimations so wildly.

Qin Fen himself was surprised at how much his own strength had grown. He looked at the other eager martial artists and asked, "Can we all come at once?"

The heat of the recent group battle had not fully subsided. This time, Qin Fen set his sights on everyone in the room.

The other six-star martial artists had also discerned something unusual about Qin Fen's power. They silently charged forward together.

The service woman watching from behind the monitor witnessed what she considered the most heroic and powerful contest in her military career.

The sounds of colliding muscle echoed in the gravity room. These warriors weren't trying to kill Qin Fen; they refrained from coordinating attacks, opting instead for a grueling war of attrition against him.

Repelled, then charging again!

Charging again, then repelled!

Dozens of men relentlessly battered Qin Fen, sending fragments of stone flying until, after seventy minutes, the fight concluded because Qin Fen finally ran out of stamina.

The veterans who had exchanged blows with Qin Fen looked at their red and swollen arms and burst into laughter. This kid not only possessed astonishing strength but also unparalleled physical resilience.

"Not bad, kid."

"Yeah, aren't you hungry?"

"After we eat, why don't we rest a bit and go again?"

The veterans surrounded Qin Fen. They weren't resentful after the sparring; instead, they were genuinely delighted to see such a fresh-faced young talent suddenly emerge.

Qin Fen clearly felt the camaraderie the veterans expressed and nodded quickly: "Of course, honored seniors have shown me such favor, I must accept it gracefully."

His modest words immediately put the veterans in a much better mood.

"Kid, you're interesting. Where did you pop up from?"

"I'm still a recruit. I arrived here unexpectedly while on a mission."

"Oh~ is that so."

The veterans didn't press about the mission. They escorted Qin Fen out of the gravity room; the intense fight had indeed made everyone hungry.

For the next three days, Qin Fen’s life settled into a simple routine: outside of bathroom breaks, sleep, and meal times, he stayed in the gravity room sparring with these veterans.

The veterans gradually shifted from simply meeting his power head-on to engaging in more practical, tactical combat against him.

In those three days, Qin Fen felt he gained more than he would have in three months of solitary hard training. Not only did he develop a deeper understanding of fierce power, but with the veterans' guidance, he began to forge his own new ultimate techniques.

"Let's go, kid, time to eat."

After another intense session, Qin Fen was led by the veterans out of the gravity room.

"Excuse me, are you Qin Fen?"

Outside the door of the gravity room, a military officer with the rank of Second Lieutenant stood watching Qin Fen quietly and asked the question.