Early the next morning, Bai Yue rose before sunrise.
The training room on the second floor was already lit when he stepped inside. Today's schedule was tight—he had an appointment in the afternoon with Luo Feng and Wei Wen, and it happened to fall on the weekend. Otherwise, with their status as third-year high school students, even finding time to eat together would have been difficult.
In this world, genetic energy was the foundation of all extraordinary power.
Cultivation, at its core, was the process of forcing the body to absorb more of it—and to absorb it more efficiently.
Ordinary training methods only stimulated specific muscle groups. High-level methods, however, penetrated deeper, down to the cellular level, inducing a state of extreme "hunger" that allowed the body to devour genetic energy at a vastly higher rate. When paired with proper guidance techniques, the effect was dramatic.
World Annihilation was precisely such a method.
Its philosophy was simple and brutal—integrate all power. Obvious strength. Hidden force. Subtle control. Nothing wasted. When cultivated to a high level, it could even draw upon the momentum of heaven and earth itself, condensing everything into a single, annihilating strike.
Bai Yue stepped into the center of the training room, alloy spear in hand.
The next instant, spear shadows erupted.
Each thrust sliced through the air with a shrill whistle, the sound of power being forcibly compressed at the spear tip. Invisible shockwaves rippled outward, distorting the air itself.
If the room hadn't been specially reinforced with high-resilience materials, even the residual force would have been enough to crack walls and shatter equipment.
Time slipped by unnoticed.
More than an hour later, Bai Yue finally halted. Sweat streamed down his back as he set the spear aside and sat cross-legged, assuming the five hearts facing heaven posture.
His breathing slowed.
Cells throughout his body awakened, greedily absorbing genetic energy from the surrounding space. This process continued until every cell was saturated, leaving no capacity for further absorption.
Half an hour later, Bai Yue opened his eyes and slowly relaxed his posture.
He briefly extended his consciousness toward the Dao Fruit.
As always, it remained unmoved—vast, silent, and unshakeable. Bai Yue felt no frustration. He had long understood that such a thing could not be mastered overnight.
Rising to his feet, he clenched his fist slightly, sensing the changes within his body.
A clear improvement.
His physical fitness had now stabilized at the Mid-level God of War threshold. Based on his estimation, his raw punching force exceeded sixteen thousand kilograms. When combined with the fourfold amplification of the fourth layer of World Annihilation, the resulting output was terrifying.
Even facing a High-level God of War, he was confident he could fight head-on without being suppressed.
With a thought, four flying knives shot out, weaving through the room along precise, intersecting trajectories.
A fifth knife followed, seamlessly joining the formation.
Their movement was fluid, unified—no instability, no interference.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The knives struck the force-testing machine in rapid succession.
"Beep—beep—beep."
Numbers flashed wildly across the screen: 35900kg, 35867kg, 35942kg…
To this day, Mental Power remained Bai Yue's most lethal offensive method.
His innate Mental Power had long since dissipated. What remained was entirely cultivated through his own effort, progressing slowly and steadily until it barely reached the High-level God of War threshold. Yet each flying knife had already been pushed to its individual limit.
Without formal Psycher Master training methods, he had no choice but to take the most inefficient path—maintaining maximum attack power while gradually increasing the number of blades he could control.
"Five… at last," Bai Yue murmured.
This was equivalent to a fivefold amplification.
After finishing his training, Bai Yue washed up quickly. By the time he finished, it was already close to noon, and his stomach had long since begun protesting.
As an orphan, cooking for himself was second nature—though it was hardly something he enjoyed.
At six in the evening, a small restaurant near South Shore Community was already bustling.
Bai Yue chose this place deliberately. No luxury. No formality. It was a spot they had frequented since childhood.
After ordering a table full of familiar dishes, the three of them settled in. Bai Yue did most of the talking, recounting his experiences in the Wilderness Area—ambushes, monster habits, moments where survival hinged on a split-second decision.
"So that's how it really is…" Luo Feng exhaled slowly. "Books really don't do it justice."
"The privileges martial artists enjoy come from blood and sacrifice," Wei Wen said seriously. "Without them holding the line in the Wilderness Area, there wouldn't be peace inside the base cities."
Bai Yue nodded. "There are scoundrels, sure. But overall, martial artists have carried humanity on their backs."
He didn't mention the darker side—the human conflicts, the betrayals—but both of them could tell there was more left unsaid.
"How long are you staying this time?" Luo Feng asked.
"A few days," Bai Yue replied. "Then I'll take the headquarters assessment. If I pass, I'll head to Hong Ning Base City for training."
"The place Hong founded?" Wei Wen's eyes lit up. "Old Bai, that's insane!"
"You're really about to take off," Luo Feng said with a smile. There was no envy in his voice—only pride.
Bai Yue shook his head lightly. "Don't underestimate yourselves. Luo Feng, you became an advanced student only days after I did. You have talent. Wei Wen, you need to push harder too."
Then he paused.
"Oh, one more thing. Luo Feng—you're worried about your younger brother, right?"
Luo Feng stiffened.
"There's something called Water of Life," Bai Yue continued. "Produced in America. It can regenerate severed limbs. Price—thirty billion."
Luo Feng's breath caught. "It… really exists?"
"It does. But it's scarce. Only Gods of War can reliably obtain it."
Luo Feng clenched his fists. "I'll become a martial artist. No matter what."
Bai Yue said nothing more.
The path ahead was already set.
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