The doors slid open.
The air shifted the moment Lin Fang and Feng Xiu descended into the Training Facility.
The deeper they walked, the heavier the atmosphere became. Soldiers saluted as Feng Xiu passed. Their eyes flickered toward Lin Fang's wolf mask with a quiet curiosity, some respectful, others wary, none indifferent.
The base of the stairwell opened into a vast arena of reinforced alloy flooring.
Just then, an explosion occurred as a Level-50 Wyvern crashed across the tiles, its talons scraping a scream of metal. A bare-chested man—broad shoulders, sculpted muscles, and a presence that felt like compressed thunder—shot forward in a blur.
His punch landed on the beast, and the Wyvern let out a strangled cry and crumpled, sliding several meters before going unconscious.
Lin Fang slowed, observing the scene. The aura around that man felt… overwhelming, feeling like meeting another Xuenyi...
Feng Xiu then called out, "Mr. Jin..."
