In the original story, Luo Feng's progress at the Elite Training Camp—after reaching the third level of the Ninefold Thunderblade Technique and relying on various training aids—boosted his punching strength by around 2,000 kilograms per month.
Without those resources, his monthly gains would've been closer to 1,000 kilograms.
But this version of Luo Feng is different. With the Five Hearts Toward Heaven meditation method and an optimized version of the Ninefold Thunderblade Technique, his cultivation efficiency already exceeds what he achieved during the Elite Camp phase.
As for Wei Wen—he's benefitting not just from Luo Feng's feedback loop, but also from his own breakthroughs. He's already reached the sixth level of the Thunderblade Technique.
Even if his natural genetic aptitude isn't top-tier, his ability to absorb Genetic Force is solid.
A 14,000-kilogram boost in punching strength may seem wild, but when you break it down, it checks out.
The standard for a high-level Warlord-class fighter is about 32,000 kilograms. Wei Wen is nearly there already.
"Let's see what kind of power the sixth layer of the Thunderblade Technique can really unleash," Wei Wen muttered, building up strength.
This time, he activated the sixth-layer force-delivery method of the Ninefold Thunderblade. At the moment of impact, his fist accelerated through layers of hidden power.
It broke the sound barrier effortlessly, creating a sharp sonic boom. Like an iron warhammer, it smashed into the force-testing target.
BOOM.
The testing device rocked violently and took several seconds to settle.
"Satisfying."
Wei Wen stared at the display as the numbers appeared: 117,900 kg.
Nearly 120 tons in a single punch.
For reference, a loaded delivery truck weighs far less than that. You get the idea.
Even Wei Wen was stunned. The threshold for a mid-tier God of War-level fighter is around 125,600 kg—and he was already close.
But here's the catch: a Psyker (Mental Fighter) has a massive edge. As long as they have enough mental energy, their effective combat power is two whole tiers above a traditional fighter. That's four times the force output.
"This'll be the first time I test my mental strength in combat terms," Wei Wen thought, and summoned a flying dagger.
With a mental command, he hurled the dagger—guided purely by his mind—toward the force-testing machine.
It sliced through the air like a beam of light and slammed into the target.
BOOM.
The shockwave was deep and heavy, the kind of sound that would make an ordinary person's heart skip.
96,280 kg.
Wei Wen exhaled, impressed despite himself.
This attack wasn't meant to rely on raw power—it was all about speed. And yet, the flying dagger still packed the kind of punch that could easily kill a low-tier God of War.
Now consider this: Wei Wen's mental strength had an amplification factor of six. That meant he could simultaneously control six such daggers, each moving at over ten times the speed of sound, capable of turning and striking from every direction in the blink of an eye.
Even a high-tier God of War—no matter how tough their body, how sharp their blade skills, or how evasive their movement techniques—would likely fall.
This is what makes a Psyker terrifying. Speed, precision, unpredictability. That's the advantage of the mental path.
At Wei Wen's level, only a handful of other mental-type fighters—or rare exceptions with freakish power—could still pose a threat.
At 1 PM, Wei Wen and Luo Feng boarded a passenger plane alongside God of War Yang Hui. Their destination: Hongning Base City.
The flight took around an hour and a half. Upon arrival, a special vehicle sent by the Dojo of Limits picked them up.
Currently, the world is ruled by five major powers spread across 23 base cities—but Hong controls one entirely on his own.
Hong: the strongest man alive.
The richest man alive.
And one of the most gifted in cultivation. He comprehended a domain ability at the Planetary Level, which is borderline unheard of.
To put that into perspective, after the Planetary Level comes the Star Traveller Level, then the Universe Level. Not even all Universe-level beings grasp domain techniques.
The Golden-Horned Beast, which Luo Feng later possesses, has the bloodline of a World Lord—immense talent and potential—yet even it only grasped domains at the Universe Level.
Hong, by contrast, did it far earlier.
If Luo Feng didn't exist, Hong would've been the chosen one of his era. He even becomes one of the Universe's most powerful beings within a single cosmic cycle.
"A legend," Wei Wen thought. "Truly extraordinary."
Twenty minutes later, the car stopped in front of an enormous structure.
"We're here," Yang Hui said. "This is the global HQ of the Dojo of Limits."
"Looks like a spaceship," Wei Wen commented.
"That's because it is," Yang Hui nodded. "It just can't fly anymore."
Even knowing that, the sheer scale was overwhelming.
The ship was hundreds of meters tall and stretched for kilometers. In person, it felt like a mountain of metal carved from the void.
At the main entrance, a giant hangar door—tens of meters wide—stood open. Streams of people passed through it.
"Wei Wen, Luo Feng, and Mr. Yang Hui—the Curator is expecting you," said a black-robed martial artist who appeared near the entrance.
"Follow me. Only high-ranking personnel are allowed inside. Anyone else who enters without clearance will be terminated by the base's automated defenses."
They nodded silently and followed.
Wei Wen was focused. He knew that meeting Hong wasn't just a formality—it was an opportunity.
Powerful ancient tech, relics, and boosters like Dragon's Blood could all come into play here.
The so-called Elite Training Camp was just a stepping stone. Real value came from what you earned after impressing someone like Hong.
Inside the lounge, a crowd of powerful warriors had already gathered.
They were all older—seasoned fighters, clearly extraordinary—and they were surprised when they saw Wei Wen and Luo Feng walk in.
Very few people ever got to meet Hong face-to-face. For two young men like this to be summoned—it meant something.
A few of the veterans glanced at each other. Quiet curiosity turned to subtle admiration.
Another uniformed martial artist appeared. "Wei Wen, Luo Feng—the Curator will see you now."
That fast?
Most people had waited for hours—or days. Yet these two had been called in immediately.
Rank is everything in the Devouring Starry Sky world. That Hong prioritized them was proof of their value.
As they walked past the waiting crowd, many of the gathered warriors gave them nods and tight smiles—some friendly, others simply respectful.
Wei Wen and Luo Feng inhaled deeply and followed their escort toward a private reception chamber.
"Wei Wen, Luo Feng, come in," came a deep, calm voice from within.
It was Hong.
"Yes, sir." They stepped inside.
The room was sparse. Three cushions. No guards.
Hong looked up and studied them. A faint smile crossed his lips.
"Sit," he said.
They obeyed.
Hong's eyes lingered on Wei Wen.
"Your mental strength is unusually high," he said slowly. "That tells me you have massive potential as a Psyker. Your ability to cultivate Genetic Force is also excellent. Rare combination."
Wei Wen stayed quiet, but his heart beat a little faster.
This was just the beginning.