The slender youth was none other than 'Cobra,' notorious in the Yian District circles, his fame built entirely upon his mastery of throwing knives. Since the initial frenzy when other inmates had swarmed Luo Feng, Cobra had been seeking the perfect moment to strike. And now, just as Luo Feng was in the thick of the fight, at his most ferocious— He struck!

The flying knife was utterly treacherous. As it flew, it was precisely masked by the body of another inmate, leaving Luo Feng completely unaware of the incoming projectile.

Whoosh! A flash of cold light!

The knife passed clean through the crotch of a prisoner being tossed into the air. By the time Luo Feng registered the blade, it was only two meters away!

"Damn it!"

"Too late." Luo Feng's reflexes were lightning fast, but there wasn't nearly enough time for his body to evade.

The knife wasn't aimed at a vital spot, but it was hurtling toward Luo Feng's right shoulder.

"No!" Luo Feng’s eyes widened. For a martial artist, the weapon-wielding arm was paramount. Luo Feng fought with a blade, and his dominant hand was his right. If that shoulder joint were pierced, the bone shattered, he wouldn't be able to wield a blade or fight monsters for several months.

In essence, if struck, he would miss the Martial Artist Practical Assessment on August 1st and would have to wait until February 1st of the following year.

"No! Move, get out of the way!"

Faced with the terrifying speed of the flying knife, with only two meters separating them, Luo Feng had no capacity to analyze the consequences. In this hair-trigger moment, this most critical second, his entire being snapped taut. All the strength in his bones and sinews burst forth to its limit. He stared fixedly at the knife, driven by a single goal, a single belief— Dodge this knife; it cannot strike my shoulder!

Thwack!

At the very instant the knife was about to impact Luo Feng, the tip of the blade executed a bizarre, subtle shift in trajectory. What had been a straight line toward his shoulder curved to graze past it, merely scraping the outermost layer of skin, drawing a faint crimson stain onto the fabric of his shoulder clothes.

"Everyone down! All of you, get down!"

"Quickly, down!"

At this moment, a large contingent of police guards, armed with assault rifles, stormed into the hall. The previously frenzied prisoners immediately complied, crouching low. Even the slender youth known as 'Cobra' sank to the floor, staring at Luo Feng in shock: "How could this be? How could my knife miss?"

Seeing the police rush in, Luo Feng also immediately dropped down.

"How did that knife change course?" Luo Feng wondered, crouching low. But just then, an excruciating headache, utterly without warning, seized him. This violent throbbing felt like a spike ceaselessly drilling into his brain, causing his entire body to convulse, sending him crashing to the ground.

"What's happening?"

"Over here!"

The police, having stabilized the situation, stared at Luo Feng in shock. His whole body was flushed crimson, sweat beading constantly, even seeping out as tiny beads of blood, quickly soaking his clothes red. His veins bulged like coiled green snakes wrapped around him, rendering Luo Feng terrifying in a way he had never been before.

"Bad sign, he’s passed out from the pain."

"Quickly, take him to the infirmary next door!"

The police were genuinely frightened by Luo Feng's state. Even unconscious, his body remained flushed red.

Inside Luo Feng’s mind.

Waves of potent, mysterious energy surged forth from his brain, instantly permeating every cell of his body. Under the baptism of this power, Luo Feng's bones, internal organs, blood, muscles, and skin underwent violent transformations. Every single cell was changing, and the rate of metamorphosis was hundreds, even thousands of times faster than when he cultivated Genom-Energy on his own. Logically, such rapid and drastic changes should cause the body to collapse and explode from the strain.

But under the infusion of this mysterious energy, although Luo Feng's body exhibited twitching, blood seepage, and bone tremors, it sustained no internal injuries.

"Hurry, be careful, get him to the infirmary," the police urged, lifting Luo Feng and rushing him away.

The details of this large-scale brawl were quickly compiled.

××××××

Eight o'clock in the evening.

In a secluded, three-story building within the detention center, a movie was playing on a two-hundred-inch screen mounted on the wall of the first-floor living room.

"Pause," a middle-aged man in a bathrobe commanded from the sofa. The movie immediately froze. A knock sounded at the door.

"Enter." The door swung open, and a man in a military uniform stepped in, speaking respectfully: "Director, the investigation into this large-scale brawl is complete. It was arranged by Zhou Huayang's people to target this young man named Luo Feng. However, the outcome was that a large group of them were injured by Luo Feng, several seriously."

"That brat Zhou Huayang? Relying on his Zhou family's influence, he's certainly arrogant," the bathrobe-clad man remarked coolly.

"Although arranged by Zhou Huayang, we suspect the one truly intending to harm Luo Feng was a young man named Zhang Haobai," the officer continued respectfully. "We reviewed Luo Feng’s file, and his entry into the detention center is also linked to Zhang Haobai. The likelihood that Zhang Haobai sought Zhou Huayang's help is very high."

Currently, Huaxia Nation comprised six base cities in total.

Due to humanity's unprecedented concentration, the state’s control over its citizens had become even tighter.

"However, Director, based on our examination of the fight scene—the metal benches and tables dented by fists—we judge that Luo Feng's physical conditioning must have reached the Martial Artist level." The officer stated firmly. The benches and tables in the detention center dining hall were made of metal.

Luo Feng’s punches had dented metal tables, and a single palm strike had even cleaved a metal bench in two.

How terrifying was that!

"Martial Artist level?" The usually composed middle-aged man suddenly stood up, frowning at the officer. "Are you certain?"

"One hundred percent certain!" the officer replied. "Moreover, I just contacted the Thunder Fire Dojo and the Limit Dojo for verification. Luo Feng recently passed the Prospective Martial Artist assessment! It just hasn't been officially logged into his citizen information yet, but it should be recorded in the next few days."

"Prospective Martial Artist? Why is a Prospective Martial Artist in a detention center?" The middle-aged man frowned. "If this really blows up, it will be troublesome."

Martial artists, regardless of faction, placed great importance on their rights. If a Martial Artist suffered undue hardship within the police system, it would certainly draw dissatisfaction from all Martial Artists, leading to major complications. After all, the police system held no jurisdiction to detain or imprison a Martial Artist.

"Where is Luo Feng now?" the Director inquired.

"Luo Feng has a strange history of headaches since childhood; it flared up during his college entrance exams, and it just recurred. But he has stabilized now and is in the medical bay, currently unconscious," the officer reported.

The Director pondered briefly and immediately gave an order: "Transfer Luo Feng immediately to the adjacent Military Recuperation Center. Assign him the best facility to rest! When he wakes up, you will personally deliver my apology to him. Tomorrow morning, we will contact his Limit Martial Arts School to clarify the situation and ensure this matter is settled quietly. Then, arrange for him to be sent home."

"Yes, Director." The officer saluted and departed.

××××××

Deep in the night.

In a quiet bedroom, Luo Feng's eyelids fluttered once, and then he opened his eyes.

"Hmm? Where am I?" Luo Feng’s consciousness cleared. He surveyed his surroundings; the spots on the window bars were incredibly clear, and he could hear the television sounds from the neighboring residences quite loudly, even the distant conversations of pedestrians on the street below.

"No, it's not that the sounds are louder. My hearing has increased dramatically."

Luo Feng got out of bed and stood up. Walking around the room, he noticed his vision, hearing, and even sense of smell had all undergone astonishing improvements.

"Why did that flying knife suddenly change direction?" Luo Feng remembered the moment clearly. If the knife hadn't diverted, it would have certainly pierced his shoulder.

Luo Feng’s gaze fell upon a stool nearby. With a thought, an invisible force instantly took control of the object.

Whoosh!

In the dead of night, the stool levitated.

"Wha—what is happening?" Luo Feng was startled. "I can control things to float?"

From initial shock, Luo Feng gradually calmed down and began to meticulously recall the sequence of events: "That knife changing course earlier must have been controlled by this mental power of mine; there's no other explanation. But how can I manipulate objects remotely?"

"When I had that severe headache and passed out, it must be related to this. My head feels so comfortable now—more comfortable than it has felt in years." Luo Feng felt as if a shackle had been broken, leaving him infinitely lightened.

"I have the ability to control objects. How strong is it?"

With a flicker of intent, Luo Feng directed his gaze toward the bed beside him. Instantly, the entire mattress rose into the air. He turned to the TV stand, and the stand floated up as well. Following them were three chairs, a coffee table, and even the nearby wardrobe, all suspended off the ground.

Soon—

Almost every item in the bedroom was lifted from the floor, as if gravity no longer applied in this space.

"Controlling this many things floating, and I feel no strain?" Luo Feng slowly walked onto the balcony. The late hour was silent. Luo Feng focused his sight on the railing, and with a thought—

Crack!

A steel pillar on the railing rotated slowly, then wrenched free from the structure. Watching the column, under Luo Feng’s intense gaze, the front end began to spin and twist, growing increasingly sharp and pointed, transforming into a steel spike. Everything remained suspended, controlled by that unseen force.

"Go!" Luo Feng willed it.

The steel spike shot out like lightning toward a decorative rockery in the community below. At its astonishing speed, the spike instantly pierced through the massive stone on the rockery. After piercing the stone once, the spike returned to impale it again.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

The spike transformed into countless blurs, relentlessly piercing the rockery again and again, as if struck by a barrage of armor-piercing rounds. Soon, the entire rockery resembled a sieve.

Boom! A muffled explosion suddenly sounded.

The rockery, standing two to three meters tall, completely burst apart into countless fragments of broken stone, and the steel spike Luo Feng was controlling disintegrated into fine dust.

"Who is it?"

"Wooo-wooo, woo-wooo~~" Alarms immediately blared throughout the military recuperation zone, and high-powered searchlights illuminated the area as numerous guards rushed over, weapons drawn.

Luo Feng immediately ducked back inside, slipped into his bed, his heart filled with shock: "That boulder, easily one or two meters thick, was pierced in an instant! The power I controlled with that steel spike is comparable to heavy sniper armor-piercing rounds. And that was only because the spike itself wasn't durable or sharp enough, leading to its final pulverization."

"I pierced it over a hundred times in one second—doesn't that equate to firing over a hundred armor-piercing rounds instantaneously?" Luo Feng was utterly stunned by his own ability.

This kind of power...

It was simply unbelievable.

……

In the recuperation complex, large numbers of guards were gathered around the remains of the rockery.

"What, what on earth happened here?" The once beautiful rockery, easily two to three meters high and several meters wide, had been reduced to shattered rubble, ground completely fine.

"Did... did a missile hit this place?"

These guards, armed with real weapons, could not possibly comprehend what force could instantly reduce a massive rockery to dust.

———— P: Luo Feng is starting to become powerful~~~ Send those recommendation tickets! .