"How about it? Am I impressive or what?" Wong Yi laughed heartily, a mix of pride and disbelief coloring his tone.
"Impressive," Luo Fang replied, genuinely giving him a thumbs-up. "You've surpassed me by a lot."
Wong Yi approached, grinning widely. "Don't worry. You two can reach my level one day."
He froze the moment the words left his mouth. Did I just say that… to Luo Fang? The protagonist of the original storyline? He nearly choked on the absurdity of it.
But Luo Fang misunderstood completely. His eyes shone with determination. "Mm. I'll work hard."
"Mn…" Wong Yi hesitated, suddenly bashful.
Then Luo Fang asked with an earnestness that tightened Wong Yi's chest, "Now that you're so strong… can you teach me?"
"Of course!" Wong Yi answered instantly. This was an opportunity to grow closer to the future powerhouse of humanity. "No need to be polite."
"Shall we begin now?" Luo Fang asked impatiently.
Wong Yi nodded, equally eager. The two immersed themselves in training, completely oblivious to their surroundings.
Wei Wen sat down nearby and shook his head in disbelief. "Unreal… How did he transform so fast in just a few days?"
But the astonishment wasn't limited to Wei Wen.
Jiang-Nan Headquarters
Inside the headquarters of the Extreme Martial Arts School, President Zhao Yongjiang sat in a spotless white training uniform behind a massive desk. Three major supervisors stood before him. Stacks of thick documents lay on the table.
"This is everything we have on Wong Yi. Look through it," Zhao Yongjiang said, passing the files to them.
The three men flipped through the papers quickly.
If Wong Yi could see this, he would be stunned. Nearly every detail of his life—from early childhood to now—was meticulously recorded. The Extreme Martial Arts School's influence truly reached terrifying depths.
After reading, the administrators placed the files down one after another.
"What are your thoughts?" Zhao Yongjiang asked, leaning back slightly.
The slender, hawk-nosed supervisor in black Tang robes spoke first. "No objections. I recommend we put him forward for the Elite Training Camp."
"I agree," said the second, a lean man with sharp features. "His perception, talent, and perseverance are rare—even among Jiang-Nan Base City's geniuses."
The third—a tall, heavy-set man—added, "President, I support the recommendation as well."
Zhao Yongjiang nodded. "Then we are unanimous?"
"Agreed."
"Agreed."
"Agreed."
"Good. We will submit the joint recommendation to the global headquarters tonight."
That night, the decision was officially filed.
Meanwhile, far from the towering buildings of Jiang-Nan, in a small hotel room in the Yan District…
Wong Yi Begins His Breakthrough
A youth sat cross-legged on a bed, five hearts facing the heavens—soles, palms, and crown. His breathing was nearly silent.
Wong Yi's mind grew still.
Slowly, he entered a profound state, sensing the cosmic energy floating around him. His heart surged with joy.
Then he exited the state at once.
So easy. It didn't take long at all.
Aside from mastering the first level of the Nine Tribulations Secret Tome and tripling his genetic level, he had received several sign-in rewards that boosted his perception.
He resumed cultivation immediately.
Soon, he sensed streams of cosmic energy flowing into his palms, feet, and crown.
Then—
Boom.
The gentle stream turned into a torrential flood.
His body trembled as the cosmic energy poured into him, absorbed by his mitochondria and transformed into gene original energy. Every cell underwent metamorphosis—skin, muscles, bones, even genes shifted toward a higher evolution.
Hours passed.
When dawn broke, Wong Yi finally exhaled and opened his eyes.
"I cultivated for almost eight hours… Luo Fang only lasted two."
He rose and clenched his fists, stunned by the explosive power coursing through him.
His strength had jumped from nearly 1,300 kg to around 5,000–6,000 kg.
A normal genius gained 1,000 kg in their first attempt.
Wong Yi gained 4,000–5,000 kg.
With his tripled genetic level, his effective strength reached 15,000–18,000 kg—equivalent to an intermediate war general.
In just two months, he had risen from an ordinary martial arts student to the strength of a war general.
And this… was only the beginning.