"A movement technique that seems flawless... and even approaching the Micro-Level of mastery?" Yaorao narrowed her eyes. There was something oddly captivating about the way Wei Wen and Luo Feng moved.
At first glance, it looked perfect—close to that elusive Micro-Level that elite warriors chase. But when Yaorao examined their footwork more closely, it didn't fully align with what she'd seen from actual Micro-Level experts. It felt refined but offbeat—strange in a way she couldn't put her finger on.
Unable to decode it herself, she forwarded the combat footage to Hong, the strongest human on Earth and the founder of the Dojo of Limits.
After watching the clip, Hong paused at the final frame. A knowing smile crept onto his face.
"Yaorao, you're already at their location?" he asked over the call.
"Yes, Dojo Master. I'm with them now. Do you have any instructions?" Yaorao's voice carried a hint of curiosity.
"I didn't expect them to be Psycher Masters. Now things are getting interesting," Hong said, amused.
"Their force expression… it's odd. It might even be more refined than Thunder God's Ninefold Thunder Blade."
Yaorao's brow furrowed slightly at that.
Hong continued, "Inspector Wang's earlier theory was likely right. They were holding back when they first demonstrated their exertional force. But as they continue to refine their blade technique, it'll be even clearer how their approach diverges—and possibly surpasses—Thunder God's Ninefold Thunder Blade."
"When they report to headquarters for the end-of-August evaluation, make sure they come directly to me. I want to meet them personally."
Hong, of course, had cultivated the foundational method for Mental Force control—he understood what it meant for someone to awaken as a Psycher Master. For Luo Feng and Wei Wen to make such strides in physical strength in such a short time meant they hadn't just awakened Mental Force by chance; they were born with immense latent talent in it.
In other words, their brain capacity—the breadth of their conscious domain—was extraordinary. That level of innate comprehension could only be called genius.
"No wonder they advanced so fast with the Ninefold Thunder Blade. Faster than Thunder God himself. It's because they're Psycher Masters."
"More refined than Thunder God's Ninefold Thunder Blade?" Yaorao echoed internally, stunned. "And both of them are Psycher Masters?"
That was no small claim. Thunder God stood just below Hong himself—a pinnacle of human power.
If Hong hadn't said it, Yaorao would've dismissed the idea outright.
As for Psycher Masters, they were as rare as diamonds. There were almost sixty warriors on Earth who had surpassed the God of War level, but among those, the number of true Psycher Masters didn't even hit sixty.
With that in mind, it made perfect sense that Hong would want to meet Wei Wen and Luo Feng personally.
Seeing Hong had no further instructions, Yaorao ended the call without saying more. Even though she had long surpassed most Planetary-Level warriors, facing someone like Hong—who had comprehended a domain—still felt like standing before a god.
A Planetary-Level Domain User was effectively untouchable among peers. No matter how powerful Yaorao became, she knew she couldn't match Hong.
"I'll meet these two prodigies myself," Yaorao said quietly. "And while I'm at it, assess how far they've taken the Ninefold Thunder Blade."
The sky was gray with clouds when Wei Wen continued to carve through the monsters in front of him. His movement was fluid, precise—nearly perfect—his Mental Force attuned to the subtle flows of wind and terrain.
The monsters, though intelligent, had grown fearful. They saw that even if they launched a suicidal assault, it was unlikely they'd land a killing blow.
Then came the hum of a fighter jet slicing through the sky.
The sight of that sleek, triangle-shaped aircraft sent ripples through the battlefield. Even the monsters began to retreat.
Wei Wen, still half-immersed in the trance of combat, glanced up. A flash of understanding flickered across his face.
"A Dojo of Limits high-speed triangular aircraft?" he muttered. "That's probably the envoy from the global headquarters… Yaorao, one of Hong's three personal guards?"
Zhou Zhengyong had already filled them in.
"Yaorao is no ordinary inspector," Lu Gang said, lowering his voice. "She's stronger than any God of War-level warrior alive."
"Remember—both of you—when she arrives, show her the respect she deserves."
Wei Wen and Luo Feng nodded in unison. They weren't stupid.
Though after a while, with the aircraft just hovering in the air, Wei Wen started getting annoyed. Is she stuck in the cockpit or something?
Whoosh—
Finally, the hatch opened, and a figure emerged—graceful, controlled, and silent.
She hovered in the air before gently descending to the ground.
"A Planetary-Level powerhouse," Wei Wen murmured. Even knowing the story ahead of time didn't dull the impact of seeing someone this strong in real life.
He knew from the original timeline that Hong's three personal guards weren't just muscle. Each one had mastered a personalized ultimate technique gifted directly from Hong himself. Within the Dojo of Limits, she ranked among the top three—above inspectors, above most elites.
Even if Wei Wen unleashed all his Mental Force, she could flatten him. As for Hong? That was another league altogether. So, for now, he'd play it safe.
"Special Envoy Yaorao," Lu Gang, Wei Wen, and Luo Feng greeted her, bowing slightly.
Yaorao nodded once, eyes locking onto them. "So... you're both Psycher Masters?"
Luo Feng didn't flinch. Unlike his past self, he was prepared for this moment. He hadn't antagonized Li Yao this time around, so there was no panic over being exposed.
He felt just like he did when he'd revealed his Mental Force abilities to save the Fire Hammer Squad—cool, composed, and unbothered.
Wei Wen, for his part, didn't care either. His strength would out him eventually. Might as well own it.
"A Psycher Master?" Lu Gang blinked in surprise.
He had already guessed they were special, but not this special.
Based on days of training and observation, he had placed Luo Feng as a high-tier Warrior-level fighter and Wei Wen as a full General-level. But this changed things.
An eighteen-year-old with General-level strength as a Psycher Master? That was rare. That was historic.
Every elite warrior understood the true terror of a Psycher Master. All things equal, a Psycher Master could easily overwhelm a pure warrior at the same level.
Because while a fighter had to dodge, parry, and strike, a Psycher Master could just stand still and remotely hurl flying blades at hypersonic speeds. Blades so small and fast that even a minor lapse in attention could mean death.
In close combat, a warrior might stand a chance. At range? They had none.
Yaorao quickly conducted her assessment of the Ninefold Thunder Blade technique both boys had cultivated—and unsurprisingly, they passed.
"The Elite Training Camp has approved your application," Yaorao said directly.
"You've both been granted an invitation to join the most elite training institution on Earth. But there's one condition—you must pass the B-rank test at the end of August."
"On behalf of the Dojo of Limits, I ask you both—are you willing to undergo five years of specialized training at the Elite Training Camp?"
"No hesitation," both boys said. "We accept."
"Then sign here." Yaorao produced a set of contracts—four copies.
"This is your formal training agreement. Once you sign, you'll be officially bound to the Elite Training Camp. When you head to headquarters, report to the Hongning Base City branch first. Dojo Master Hong wants to meet you."
They signed quickly, barely needing to read the details. This was their chance.
Yaorao pressed the special envoy's official seal onto each document.
And just like that, it was done.
Wei Wen and Luo Feng had officially stepped onto the path that would take them to the world's peak.
First: the B-rank assessment.
Next: an audience with Hong—the strongest human alive.