"They actually took down a Lord-Class Shadowcat… They've got to be at least God of War-level, right?" A nearby warrior, who had spotted the battle from several kilometers away, couldn't suppress the tremble in his voice. Excitement radiated from him.
Especially those two—young, deadly, and shockingly composed.
If you just looked at their faces, Wei Wen and Luo Feng didn't look a day over seventeen or eighteen. For someone that young to reach God of War-level strength, they would have already been legends across China.
Unless… they were actually much older and just happened to look young?
"Apologies for the wait, Senior God of War Lu Gang!" The round-faced head of the HR Alliance at Base No. 003 greeted them warmly, his tone respectful but casual.
"You two young men, please sit!"
Wei Wen and Luo Feng took their seats calmly. Without ceremony, they each lifted the teacup in front of them and downed it in one gulp.
The supervisor gave a tight-lipped smile. That was premium-grade tea. They drank it like tap water.
Then again, considering how often Lu Gang had been coming in this past month selling Lord-class monster parts, the money involved made the tea seem trivial. He wisely kept his mouth shut.
But this was the first time Lu Gang had brought Wei Wen and Luo Feng with him.
"You mentioned earlier you had another batch of Lord-class and Advanced Beast General-class materials to sell?" the round-faced supervisor asked, maintaining a polite smile.
Truthfully, not many warriors at the God of War level still hunted Lord-class monsters. As the original story explained, Lord-class monsters rarely appeared alone—they were often surrounded by dense packs of Soldier-class and General-class beasts. One wrong move and even a God of War could get torn apart. In fact, that's exactly how Lu Gang originally died—swallowed by a tidal wave of rats.
So how had Lu Gang been killing Lord-class beasts so frequently?
The HR Alliance wasn't the only one wondering. Base 003 wasn't that big—rumors spread fast.
The whole supply base now saw Lu Gang as some kind of lunatic: a God of War obsessed with chasing after Lord-class monsters to stack cash.
"Yes," Lu Gang said flatly, lips twitching at the corners.
Without another word, he grabbed his rucksack, unzipped it, and dumped its contents on the table. A pile of Lord-class and high-tier General-class monster parts spilled out.
"More Lord-class monsters?" The supervisor's jaw twitched.
"Senior Lu Gang," he said with mock suspicion, "don't tell me you've found some mysterious spot where Lord-class monsters wander around alone? One dies, another shows up right after?"
"Hmph, you talk too much," Lu Gang snorted.
If such a goldmine existed, you think he'd just blab about it?
Besides, most of these weren't his kills anyway.
Even as a mid-tier God of War, Lu Gang didn't have the mobility to match Luo Feng or Wei Wen. When they chose to target a Lord-class monster, it was almost always Wei Wen and Luo Feng who delivered the fatal blows. Lu Gang simply provided support.
The supervisor gave a couple polite coughs. His staff stepped in, bringing out precision tools to evaluate the materials.
"A freshly killed Lord-class Shadowcat—materials nearly pristine. Estimated value: 1.2 billion Chinese credits!"
"Horns of a Wild Iron Bull… along with assorted high-grade Beast General parts. Total value: approximately 3 billion credits."
The appraisers were visibly rattled as they tallied up the materials.
As expected from a veteran God of War, none of these parts were low-level. Every piece pointed to a dead high-level Beast General.
And those weren't easy kills.
For reference, even the Silvermoon Fierce Wolf that Luo Feng encountered in the original story—an elite squad of God of War-level warriors had only managed to injure it, not kill it.
Lu Gang usually operated solo. Hunting a high-level Beast General was already a serious feat.
And lately, he'd been bringing in haul after haul like this. What the hell had gotten into him?
"Lu Gang's gone nuts," one God of War-level warrior muttered over a drink. "He's been butchering high-level Beast Generals and even Lord-class monsters like it's nothing."
"How the hell does he manage it?"
"No clue. But this last batch earned him over 3 billion. Imagine how much he's made in just the past month."
"Goddamn. That's more than most of us make in three years."
"And it's not like these monsters are scattered and easy to pick off—he's doing this in dense hunting grounds."
"Killing at that pace every day? That's suicide."
"Yeah, but he's been going hard like this for over a month."
Across the supply base, warriors buzzed with speculation. Most respected him. Some envied him. A few thought he was insane.
"Crazy, sure," one seasoned veteran commented. "But interesting."
As for those who had surpassed the God of War tier and rarely stepped foot into the wilderness anymore? They simply watched with amused detachment.
Lu Gang himself was baffled by the attention. He felt like he was being used as a scapegoat for someone else's madness.
Then again… the benefits weren't bad. In just a month, he'd earned more than he had over the past few years combined.
And then there was the technique.
After Wei Wen's Ninefold Thunder Blade surpassed his, Wei Wen casually gave him some tips. Though it was based on the incomplete version created by Thunder God, it was still enough.
With his years of combat experience, Lu Gang managed to comprehend the fourth stage of the Ninefold Thunder Blade.
A 3.5x power output.
That was a level of force even high-tier God of War warriors struggled to reach.
If he ran into another rat swarm… he might just survive this time.
They were leaving for the Dojo of Limits' global HQ at the end of the month. Today would be their final monster hunt.
Which meant this would also be their final time cashing out monster parts together.
Wei Wen proposed splitting the money three ways.
It was an odd suggestion. Normally, whoever contributed the most to the fight took the lion's share. Wei Wen had clearly done the heavy lifting.
Even Luo Feng, with his telekinesis amplified threefold as a mid-tier General-class spiritual fighter, had been more efficient than Lu Gang.
But Lu Gang had treated them both generously when they started.
Wei Wen's suggestion honored that. Luo Feng didn't hesitate—he agreed.
And with both of them on board, Lu Gang accepted too. Each walked away with just over a billion credits.
In the past two months, Luo Feng had made enough money to almost afford the 30 billion credit Life Water.
That night, the three of them drank deep and hard—till around four in the morning. The next day, they split up.
Their three-man team was officially disbanded. Wei Wen and Luo Feng were bound for the global headquarters. Lu Gang would continue his solo grind.
Dojo of Limits – Jiangnan Base City Headquarters
While waiting for the special envoy from HQ, Wei Wen decided to test his current physical strength.
"The last time I checked—after the second gene awakening—I was at 10,081 kilograms of punch force," Wei Wen muttered, standing in the training hall in front of the punch force meter. He stretched his limbs casually.
"Nearly two months since then. Let's see where I'm at now."
He powered up the device. The screen lit with a soft hum.
"No techniques—just a raw punch," he whispered to himself.
He stepped forward, breathed deeply, and launched a clean, direct strike.
Boom!
The impact rocked the device. Numbers flickered to life.
24,068 kilograms.
Wei Wen stared at the result, eyes wide.
"…That much?"
Roughly speaking, Luo Feng in the original timeline wouldn't hit those numbers until half a year later.