Warrior Team

"Old Yang!"

In the large audiovisual room of the Jiangnan General Assembly Hall, Chairman Zhou Yongzheng and three directors stood in front of a three-dimensional virtual projection.

Zhou Yongzheng looked at the projection and smiled. "I didn't expect it to be you this time."

"Old Zhou, your request has been approved by the higher-ups." The man in the projection, a middle-aged man in a gray robe, smiled and said, "The day after tomorrow, I'll come to your Jiangnan General Assembly Hall to verify Wang Yi's situation. If everything checks out, Wang Yi will be granted a spot in the elite training camp."

The Global Headquarters of the Extreme Martial Arts Center strictly controls the quotas for each elite training camp. Only true, unparalleled geniuses can enter, unless the spot has been bought by an organization or other external force.

The title of "World's No. 1 Training Camp" is no exaggeration!

June 10th, morning.

Yangzhou City, Mingyue Community.

Since moving, Wang Yi had been staying in his villa, occasionally visiting the clubhouse to borrow equipment or test his current strength.

"My punching power has reached around 18,500 kilograms, and my speed and reflexes have hit the 'medium general' level," Wang Yi said to himself, standing calmly in a large 120-square-meter martial arts hall on the second floor, wearing a soft white training suit, holding a sharp sword in each hand.

Thanks to the genetic energy cultivation method, the ultimate guiding technique of the Ninefold Thunder Sword, and his genetic level being several times higher than that of an average human, Wang Yi's physical strength had improved rapidly in recent days.

Especially after receiving guidance and practicing body and sword techniques, he could deeply tap into his genetic potential. Every day, he could feel his strength growing.

Unfortunately, he still hadn't mastered the first layer of the sword technique!

"And my mental power has reached nearly 70,000 kilograms! That's at the level of a primary God of War!" Wang Yi released his hands, but the swords didn't fall. Instead, they hovered in midair, as if held by an invisible force.

With a thought, the two swords flew into motion, transforming into white streaks of light that spun through the air in the martial arts hall, weaving like butterflies through flowers, producing a sharp, thrilling sound.

"My sword technique is at the specialized level, and my body technique is at the micro-level!"

Wang Yi grasped the swords again and looked down at the alloy blade in his hand, a smile forming on his lips. "Even without using mental power, just relying on my body technique, sword skills, and physical fitness, I can match up to most enemies."

"But..."

His gaze shifted to a few open books on the floor of the martial arts hall.

"The Ninefold Thunder Sword really is the most difficult SSS-level technique to master. Despite practicing for days, I still haven't found a breakthrough," Wang Yi sighed.

He knew that this kind of comprehension couldn't be forced. Progress in cultivation often came when least expected—like when inspiration would suddenly strike.

Just like in the original story with Luo Feng, understanding the Ninefold Thunder Sword was often accompanied by unexpected events.

Wang Yi couldn't help but think, "If I could sign in at Hong's spaceship or Thor's Seven Star Building, I'd probably gain something significant."

Sometimes, he even considered traveling to martial arts halls in different base cities or special locations to see if there were any surprising rewards to be found.

However, traveling between base cities wasn't so easy in this era, and the rewards from martial arts halls in Jiangnan Base City were no longer valuable to him. It was better to stay home, train, and spend time with his girlfriend and family.

Suddenly, Wang Yi's phone, which was sitting in the corner of the hall, began to vibrate, followed by the sound of a ringtone.

"Huh?" With a flicker of movement, Wang Yi appeared next to the phone like a ghost. Picking it up, he saw the caller ID and was startled. "It's Chairman Zhou!"

Since signing a contract with the Xtreme Martial Arts Hall, Wang Yi had been given the contact information of Zhou Yongzheng and other high-ranking officials at the Jiangnan General Hall.

"Why would Chairman Zhou be calling me now?" Wang Yi wondered as he answered the phone.

"Chairman Zhou."

"Wang Yi!" Zhou Yongzheng's voice came through with a cheerful tone.

"Chairman Zhou, how can I assist you?"

Zhou glanced at Wang Yi's training clothes and the hall behind him, smiling even more broadly. "Wang Yi, I'm calling with good news..."

Wang Yi's heart skipped a beat.

"The Global Headquarters of Xtreme Martial Arts Hall has approved your application to join the elite training camp. However, they'll be sending someone to verify your qualifications, and if all goes well, they'll be arriving tomorrow. Be ready," Zhou informed him.

"I understand. Thank you, Chairman Zhou," Wang Yi replied gratefully.

"Haha... no need for thanks. You're one of our own from the Jiangnan General Hall. If you get into the elite camp, it'll bring glory to all of us," Zhou laughed. "Just don't slip up tomorrow."

"Don't worry, Chairman Zhou. There won't be any problems," Wang Yi replied confidently.

"Good." Zhou nodded with satisfaction.

"Oh, one more thing," Zhou said more seriously. "If you do join the elite training camp, you'll likely have to wait until the end of June to head to headquarters. Have you thought about what you'll do in the meantime?"

Wang Yi replied, "I plan to focus on training in Yangzhou City."

Zhou became more earnest. "Training is important, but for a martial artist, real combat experience is just as crucial. You were sponsored by Xtreme Martial Arts and didn't have to go through the actual combat test to become a warrior, but that also means you've missed out on an important opportunity to sharpen your mind and will."

His eyes locked on Wang Yi, the intensity of his gaze cutting through even the phone screen. Wang Yi could feel a sharp, piercing pressure, as if Zhou's eyes could see right through him. There was a palpable sense of danger, like a fierce beast sizing him up.

Wang Yi was taken aback. This was the presence of a true martial artist, someone who had survived countless life-and-death battles.

Wang Yi realized that while his talents had been greatly enhanced by the sign-in system, making him a genius in the eyes of others, he still lacked true combat experience.

"Let me be direct," Zhou continued. "When you enter the elite training camp, you'll be up against peerless geniuses from all over the world. In order to train its students, the camp sends half of them into the wilderness to hunt monsters each month."

"Your talent is undeniable, but you're still inexperienced compared to those battle-hardened geniuses. That's why, before you head to the elite camp, I'll arrange for an elite warrior team to take you into the wilderness for combat training. It'll give you the practical experience you need. Are you willing to go?"

Without hesitation, Wang Yi responded, "I'm willing!"

"Good!" Zhou was pleased with Wang Yi's attitude. "Tomorrow, prepare for the inspection from headquarters. The day after, you'll set off with the warrior team for the wilderness."