Chen Feng tucked the magic core into the leaf garment at his waist and walked toward the open iron gate.

The moment he stepped through the gate, the scene abruptly shifted. The former paradise, a riot of color and bloom, transformed into a desolate wasteland. The violent contrast momentarily stunned him. Before he could process it, a powerful tearing force yanked him straight down—thud—he crashed hard onto the ground, lacking even the strength to struggle and rise!

“This is… super gravity?” Chen Feng instantly understood. The gravity in this place was several times heavier than before!

“Not bad, you’re quite clever. This is a Gravitational Domain with ten times the gravity!” The old man’s voice held a hint of smugness: “This is one of the floors in my Nine-Story Pagoda that I’m most satisfied with!”

“Ten times gravity?” Cold sweat beaded on Chen Feng’s forehead. “Then why didn’t you say so earlier? I could have prepared!”

“Oh, I forgot! It’s only ten times gravity, that’s the lowest gravity space I’ve made. Nothing to prepare for! The third floor is a Hundredfold Gravitational Domain, the fourth is a Thousandfold Gravitational Domain! I didn’t dare bring you inside!” The aged voice chattered on, utterly unconcerned with Chen Feng, who lay prone in the dirt.

This predecessor who had crossed over had an easygoing nature but eccentric temper, perhaps even a touch humorous. Chen Feng, stoic, steady, and calm, seemed to clash with that personality, yet, being fellow travelers, Chen Feng felt an unexpected affinity rather than anger at the old man’s words.

“One more thing, since this is your first time in the Gravitational Domain, your body’s functions won’t adapt well. Within ten days, you’ll likely be swollen all over and unable to move. But don’t panic, this is normal. The strongest of my clan took a full four and a half days just to adjust when they first arrived here!” The old man’s voice drifted from the magic core, floating across the barren domain.

“Your clan?” Chen Feng blinked. Wasn’t this senior a (transmigrator)? How could he have a clan?

“My clan in this world…” The elder clarified the confusion. “Don’t worry. Although the gravity here is immense and mobility is severely limited, it’s absolutely a fantastic place to temper the body. Once you adapt to this gravity, your speed and strength will increase several times over when you leave!”

Chen Feng’s eyes lit up upon hearing this. Whether for revenge or establishing a foothold here, strength was undoubtedly the most crucial factor. However, if he utilized his Dou Qi in this place, although the gravity was oppressive, it shouldn't be entirely insurmountable—but how could he train himself then?

The old man seemed to read Chen Feng’s mind: “This space is bare. Nothing is planted here. There is no Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, so you cannot cultivate Dou Qi… Therefore, here, you can only train the strength of the body?”

“What?” Chen Feng was stunned. “No Dou Qi? Then… then won’t I work myself to death? Besides, what’s the point of only training the body?”

It wasn't surprising Chen Feng was confused. In this world, no matter how weak the body, once Dou Qi was applied, one could shatter stone tablets. When he first transmigrated, his frail fists, empowered by just a bit of Cyclone energy, could send Gu Bo flying. Over these past few months, nourished by the Cyclone energy, Chen Feng felt his physical condition had vastly improved. But the most vital source of strength was the Cyclone; no matter how good his body got, it wouldn’t contribute a single iota to his strength growth. These factors made him question the elder.

“Pedantic, so pedantic! You are a transmigrator, why are you as rigid as the people of this world? Whether cultivating Dou Qi or magic, the body is the vessel that stores this power. To use an analogy, can a container made of Black Gold Iron hold water the same way a wooden bucket does? If you wish to advance in cultivation and possess strength beyond the ordinary, physical training is indispensable! People only know Dou Qi as the source of power, but without the body as the medium, how can Dou Qi even be released!” the old man lamented, as if frustrated by iron that wouldn't turn to steel.

Chen Feng’s eyes brightened, and it felt as if a whole new world opened up in his mind with a boom. Many previously incomprehensible aspects of the World of Fierce Biting suddenly became clear.

Exactly! No wonder when executing the Fist Emperor techniques, even when the Cyclone energy hadn't been fully depleted, his body often collapsed first! Like that time fighting Bill and the other four—a sliver of Cyclone energy remained, but his body felt as soft as mud!

And it was even more pronounced for mages. If mages didn't have such poor physical conditioning, how could he, a mere Second-Stage Dou Shi with a severed arm, manage to kill three powerful pursuers?

As a transmigrator, Chen Feng’s thinking wasn't constrained by the world's fixed paradigms, so he immediately grasped the elder’s meaning and realized the importance of training the body!

Indeed! If the body was robust enough, possessing sufficient strength, wouldn’t cultivating the Cyclone become twice as effective with half the effort?

If the body was stronger, it meant the meridians could withstand greater pressure. Wouldn't the power of the Fist Emperor techniques increase dramatically when unleashed?

It must be so. Chen Feng recalled that the characters in the KOF comics were all top-tier martial artists, and the source of a martial artist’s maximum power was always their body! For example, Chen Kehan, to train his head, used an iron hammer to smash it daily until it became a habit, eventually forging a bronze head and iron bones, turning his weakness into no weakness at all.

“It seems I relied too much on Cyclone energy from the start, almost putting the cart before the horse!” Chen Feng sighed.

With this realization, he pushed his arms onto the ground, struggling to get up.

But how could he stand up with ten times the weight suddenly imposed on his body!

The elder’s voice rang out: “Stop struggling. Although it’s only ten times gravity, those who enter still need two days lying down to adapt before they can stand. You won’t get up now! Don’t waste your energy! You might as well lie down and rest for a while!”

Chen Feng remained impassive, his expression unchanged. Once he committed to something, he persisted until the end. Since his goal was to train his body, he naturally wouldn't use his Cyclone energy. He pushed against the ground, veins bulging on his arms, his body slowly rising. But before he was even three centimeters off the ground, thud, he fell back down, slamming his face into the mud.

“I told you so, didn’t I? You hurt yourself! This is what happens when you don’t listen to old advice—suffering immediately... It’s useless. Even the strongest of the Dragon Clan took a full day just to stand here, let alone you, a mere human!” the old man rambled on.

“Dragon Clan?” Chen Feng’s struggle to rise paused. “People of the Dragon Clan have been here?”

“Cough, cough…” The elder cleared his throat. “Of course! I am… never mind, I’ll tell you later! Even the Divine Beast Dragon Clan, whose bodies are incredibly tough, couldn't adapt immediately. You should rest and wait until your body adjusts before trying to stand up!”

Chen Feng acknowledged him but paid no heed. He exerted force again, attempting to struggle up. However, due to the excessive gravity, he strained too hard, causing his blood vessels to rupture under the pressure, and blood trickled down his arms.

“Tsk, tsk, I warned you, but you still wouldn’t listen…” The old man’s words were full of lament, seemingly viewing Chen Feng’s efforts as futile.

Excessive gravity can cause widespread swelling and burst blood vessels—this phenomenon is well-known from astronauts ascending into space; the acceleration in a spacecraft can match ten times the gravity, putting immense pressure on the body that ordinary people cannot bear. This is why not everyone can become an astronaut.

Chen Feng’s body was already frail; without his Cyclone energy, under ten times gravity, his entire body swelled, and crimson blood seeped from some areas.

If someone had looked at Chen Feng from the front, they likely would have been terrified. Is this… is this still human?

“Heh, I didn’t expect you to have such tenacity! You’re much stronger than I was back then!” the old man’s voice echoed.

Chen Feng was in so much pain he was close to passing out, yet he persisted relentlessly. Logically, he could just lie there and wait for his body to adapt to the gravity before standing up. But recalling the humiliation he suffered and the revenge he sought in two years, a stubborn resilience surged within him. Rather than waiting to adapt, proactively training would yield a better physical conditioning!

More than two hours had passed. Chen Feng had struggled no fewer than five hundred times! The old man’s voice transitioned from lamentation to astonishment. He had never seen anyone with such perseverance. Stunned, he fell silent.

Chen Feng lay panting on the ground, his muscles trembling from excessive fatigue, unable to muster an ounce of strength. The extreme exhaustion made his mind hazy.

Just then, a faint wisp of Cyclone energy generated from his Dantian. It slowly circulated along the ruptured blood vessels. In moments, it circled his entire body. Wherever the Cyclone passed, the sore and numb muscles immediately regained strength, and the burst blood vessels showed signs of gradual recovery.

This strange Cyclone rotated within his body in the opposite direction to all normal Cyclone flows. After one full rotation, it flowed back to his Dantian and abruptly vanished.

Chen Feng’s initial grogginess prevented him from noticing anything unusual. Only when he realized his strength had returned and was even superior to his peak state moments before did he become alert: “What was that? What was that wisp of Cyclone energy just now?”

He shook his head to clear his mind and tried to search for the trace of that peculiar Cyclone hidden in his Dantian. After several failed attempts, he ceased searching.

He needed to stand up first; lying prone wasn't a solution!

Chen Feng closed his eyes tightly, his arm muscles bulging. Suddenly, he let out a deep roar, “Rise!” He exerted force from his waist, tensed his legs, and sprang up. This time, he actually stood!

“What… no way!” The old man’s astonishment erupted immediately: “It hasn't even been three hours…”

If the old man still possessed a physical form, his face would surely be filled with shock. How could this fellow countryman achieve this? Even the Dragon Clan took a full day to stand up, yet this human youth managed it in just three hours?

Chen Feng stood, closing his eyes to sense the immense gravity here.

Unexpectedly, after that strange Cyclone rotated, his body had improved slightly. What exactly was going on?

Forget it; if he couldn't figure it out, he wouldn't dwell on it. Chen Feng took a step forward, intending to walk, but his feet suddenly buckled, and he immediately fell back down.

Being able to stand and being able to walk were clearly still a distance apart!

And so, Chen Feng moved like a toddler, constantly performing simple, almost childish actions in the environment of ten times gravity…

ps: Contract discussions are scheduled for tonight, so Chapter Three might be delayed until after midnight. Friends who sleep early should just wait for tomorrow…

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