Inside the empty training hall on the sixth floor of the Limit Training Hall.

Luo Feng flipped the switch on the fist force tester.

The screen immediately lit up.

“First, I’ll use my normal force application, without employing the technique from the Nine-Layered Thunder Blade,” Luo Feng stated.

He adjusted his breathing slightly, and then his entire body moved like a charging gorilla.

His entire right shoulder and arm carried the momentum of a forward collision, his fist tracing an arc as it followed through.

Bang! A deep sound, like a drum being struck, echoed out.

The punching bag shuddered violently and swayed.

A line of numbers instantly appeared on the fist force tester’s display: “9981G.” “Oh, a jump of this much,” Luo Feng smiled happily as he looked at the number.

“Last time it was 6121G; that’s an increase of over 3000G in these three months.” In reality, this figure was within Luo Feng’s expectations, as training immediately following life-or-death combat usually led to faster improvements in strength.

That was why his progress had been so significant during the little over a month he spent in City No.

003.

Then, during the nearly two months back home, he had just mastered the third layer of the Nine-Layered Thunder Blade right before his departure, causing his rate of improvement to be noticeably faster than before.

The accumulation over three months accounted for this significant increase in power.

“Based on general physical quality data, a fist force between 4,000 kilograms and 8,000 kilograms qualifies one as a High-Tier Warrior! And between 8,000 kilograms and 16,000 kilograms is the range for an Entry-Level Warlord.

This means my physical fitness is now comparable to that of an average Entry-Level Warlord.” Luo Feng smiled faintly and gathered his strength again.

This time, Luo Feng intended to use the force application method from the Nine-Layered Thunder Blade.

However, it was a pity that despite purchasing the manuals for the first four layers over the past two months, he hadn't managed to grasp the fourth layer at all; at best, his control over his entire body's power had become more precise.

“Hah!” Luo Feng let out a low cry, his breath shooting out like an arrow.

Simultaneously with the shout, Luo Feng’s right arm instantly sliced through the air, accelerating violently in that brief instant, shattering the sound barrier with a terrifying sonic boom.

The hammer-like heavy punch slammed directly into the punching bag.

Rumble~~ The punching bag lurched violently backward before rebounding.

“Satisfying,” Luo Feng murmured, turning his gaze to the display screen.

The screen paused for a moment before showing a line of figures: ‘28081G.’ “Tsk, tsk.

If we take the 9981 kilograms and multiply it by 2.8, the calculation is approximately…” Luo Feng quickly calculated in his head, “around 27,947 kilograms.

Hitting over 28,000 kilograms with this one strike.

Not bad.” He was very pleased with this result; a punch force of 28,000 kilograms was incredibly formidable.

That was the force of 28 tons! A truck only weighed a few tons; one could imagine the sheer weight of this punch.

According to the physical quality metrics, a force between 16,000 kilograms and 32,000 kilograms falls under the Middle-Tier Warlord standard.

However, even within the Middle-Tier Warlords, there was a huge difference between someone barely scraping the 16,000-kilogram threshold and a seasoned Middle-Tier Warlord.

If Luo Feng unleashed a blade strike now, he would be considered formidable even among Middle-Tier Warlords.

…… Director Wu Tong of the Limit Training Hall often frequented the premises in his capacity as director.

“A sonic boom?” Wu Tong, deep in a meditation room on the fifth floor, started violently upon hearing the sound from the sixth floor.

“Which master managed to generate a sonic boom?” Wu Tong instantly transformed into a streak of shadow, rushing straight up the stairs to the sixth floor.

The training hall up there was empty save for one person—Luo Feng! Luo Feng was still standing before the fist force tester, contemplating the current level of his abilities.

“Hmm?” Luo Feng turned his head.

“Uncle Wu.” “Good heavens, you kid, was that you who made the sonic boom? Let me see just how heavy that punch was.” Wu Tong approached Luo Feng with surprise, but when his gaze landed on the display screen of the fist force tester and he saw the figures, he couldn't help but freeze, “28,081 kilograms?” Wu Tong stared fixedly at Luo Feng, as if the young man had morphed into some kind of monster.

“You punched that?” “Who else would it be?” Luo Feng laughed.

“Though my physical quality isn't quite that high.” “It must be the Nine-Layered Thunder Blade?” Wu Tong guessed immediately.

He already knew Luo Feng had acquired the secret manuals for it, but many powerful martial artists were willing to pay a fortune for such manuals, yet many couldn't even manage to get started.

“Even training with the Nine-Layered Thunder Blade, this shouldn't be this exaggerated.

What is your normal punching power now? What layer of the Nine-Layered Thunder Blade have you reached?” Wu Tong pressed for details.

Luo Feng smiled as he replied, “My normal fist force is around ten thousand kilograms.

I’ve mastered the third layer of the Nine-Layered Thunder Blade, but I haven’t been able to grasp the fourth layer during this period of training.” Regarding the speed of his cultivation of the Nine-Layered Thunder Blade, Luo Feng had no intention of hiding it; his true strength was bound to attract attention from certain circles.

Revealing some strengths could, in fact, be beneficial.

As for his identity as a ‘Spiritual Force Master,’ Luo Feng was determined not to expose that.

It wasn’t just because the Vulture and Scorpion couple were actively hunting for the culprit; Luo Feng had wanted to keep his identity as a Spiritual Force Master secret long before this ‘Sky-High Bounty’ incident occurred… Globally, martial artists were relatively rare, and Spiritual Force Masters were far rarer than warriors! Every single Spiritual Force Master invariably attracted a great deal of trouble.

“Perverted! You are too abnormal, an absolute monster,” Wu Tong exclaimed, unable to resist lightly hitting Luo Feng’s chest.

“I always knew your talent was good—you were scouted early by our Limit Martial Arts Association.

It's incredible enough that your physical fitness has grown to the ‘Entry-Level Warlord’ stage.

While there are faster developers, they aren't entirely unheard of.

But… you managed to cultivate the Nine-Layered Thunder Blade to the third layer in just about half a year! This is truly monstrous, a freak, a monster!” No one is flawless! There were indeed people worldwide whose physical fitness improved rapidly! For example, during the Great Nirvana period, the world's number one powerhouse, ‘Hong,’ and the number two, ‘Thunder God,’ ascended to levels beyond the God of War class, capable of flight, in just a few short years! To reach such heights in just a few years.

It was conceivable that truly supreme geniuses existed in this world! However, comprehending the Nine-Layered Thunder Blade relied heavily on insight and other factors.

Luo Feng’s rapid physical improvement combined with mastering the third layer of the Nine-Layered Thunder Blade in half a year absolutely placed him in the category of a monstrous anomaly.

Globally, perhaps only one or two such freaks appeared in an entire year.

“Quick, test your speed for me to see!” Wu Tong was eager and specifically activated the speed testing device switch.

Luo Feng simply smiled.

Whoosh! His entire body burst forth with speed instantly.

Like an arrow released from a bow, he whistled past and then stopped.

The speed tester displayed a line of figures: “128m/s.” “Not bad, it’s within the normal range for an Entry-Level Warlord,” Wu Tong nodded with a smile.

Luo Feng was also relatively satisfied.

He understood clearly that as a martial artist’s physical fitness increased, their power would continually rise! Strength was manageable, but speed was trickier… The further one progressed, the harder it became to improve speed.

Because the faster one moved—whether running, dodging, or shifting position—the more terrifying the air resistance became! The faster the speed, the greater the resistance.

Therefore, improving speed grew exponentially harder.

“Speed at 128 meters per second, normal punch force around 10,000G, force application using the Nine-Layered Thunder Blade around 28,000G.

My nerve reaction test result is ‘Middle-Tier Warlord, Excellent Grade.’” Luo Feng frequently trained his nerve reaction, so he was very clear about his current standing.

Thanks to his Micro-Level Movement Technique, and having gained faint insights into the ‘Perfect Level,’ Luo Feng’s evasiveness in movement was truly astonishing now.

While Luo Feng and Wu Tong were chatting, at the airport in the main urban area of Jiangnan Base City.

Airport—that was a largely unfamiliar term.

Since the Great Nirvana period, aerial avian monsters were extremely numerous, raising the requirements for ‘Flying Passenger Aircraft’ by an order of magnitude never before seen.

The cost of building one such aircraft was more staggering than an aircraft carrier from before the Great Nirvana era.

The so-called ‘Flying Passenger Aircraft’ had long since ceased to be accessible to the general public.

While such aircraft still existed, the price of a single ticket was astronomical for ordinary people! Even the wealthy were reluctant to purchase one flight ticket.

…… In the airport waiting area, the President of the Limit Grand Hall and his three subordinate managers—the four giants of the Limit Martial Arts Association in Jiangnan Base City—were all waiting.

“They’re here!” Zhuge Tao smiled, looking toward the sky.

Swish! A phantom image appeared above the airport almost instantaneously, then rapidly decelerated, passed through the city defense systems, and descended slowly.

It was a gigantic, disc-shaped aircraft, entirely deep cerulean blue, with a diameter of thirty to forty meters.

The ethereal blue light reflected from its hull was captivating.

Beep! The hatch of the disc-shaped aircraft opened, extending a rampway.

The four giants of the Limit Martial Arts Association immediately walked toward the ramp.

Only about a dozen individuals, all of significant status and standing, were permitted to wait this close to the aircraft.

The passengers began disembarking one by one down the steps; every single passenger was of unusual importance.

One must consider… There were extremely few such aircraft across the entire world! To fly safely through the air, the outermost layer of the entire aircraft body was typically constructed from materials comparable to those used in Grade 9 combat suits or Grade 9 martial artist weapons.

Though the layer was thin, it could completely withstand attacks from High-Tier Lord-level avian monsters! Furthermore, the entire aircraft was equipped with expensive onboard laser cannons! The onboard laser cannons were capable of killing ‘King-Level Monsters’ that dared to approach the flying craft.

All of this guaranteed the safety of the flying passenger aircraft.

It also drove the manufacturing cost to astonishing heights! Take, for instance, the Grade 9 Blood Shadow Saber.

The official price at the martial arts hall was 3 billion, half-price at 1.5 billion, and the most favorable price from the God of War Palace was 1 billion.

Its production cost was only around 800 to 900 million.

If only calculating the expenditure on specialized materials like Chromite alloy, it would be slightly over 600 million.

The entire outer skin of this aircraft used exactly that material.

A disc-shaped aircraft with a diameter of thirty to forty meters, despite having only a thin outer layer, weighed nearly thirty tons due to the material's high density.

The cost of the Chromite alloy alone reached 200 billion Chinese Yuan! Adding the onboard laser cannons and other components… The mere manufacturing cost of one such disc-shaped passenger aircraft far surpassed the cost of an aircraft carrier before the Great Nirvana era.

Not to mention the astonishing annual maintenance fees for these vessels! Every flight, if it encountered an attack from a flock of avian monsters, naturally required expending more energy in counterattack.

This explained why the ticket prices for these aircraft were ridiculously high! Even most wealthy individuals hesitated to fly.

“Old Yang!” the President of the Limit Grand Hall called out with a smile.

A middle-aged man in a grey robe walked over, grinning.

“Iron Hand, haha, long time no see.” “Old Yang, you’re here this time to verify Luo Feng’s capabilities, right? An Entry-Level Warlord at nineteen years old is quite respectable; he’s qualified for the ‘Special Training.’ Come, this is a small matter.

Let’s brothers find a place to catch up; it’s been nearly eight years, hasn’t it?” the President of the Limit Grand Hall chuckled.