Living between the two realms, I seek enlightenment in the mortal world.

Battle room.

boom……

Rena crashed into the alloy wall, causing the room to vibrate and buzz. Her body went limp, and she slumped down against the wall.

"I actually lost? Old Chen, you were really good at hiding your strength."

She couldn't help but swear.

With his strength released, he was immediately drenched in sweat and gasped for breath.

"I'm just a little more skilled at controlling my strength and have slightly better footwork. In terms of physical fitness, I'm still not as good as you," Chen Feng said with a leisurely smile.

"Is that what people say?" Rena wiped her forehead, flicking away glistening beads of sweat, her gaze towards Chen Feng extremely bright. "I've decided, starting today, I'll take care of you every day."

"Then I can make some extra money."

"Promising."

"You don't understand the world of the poor. Even a hero can be brought down by a penny. I'm selling myself to earn money now. Besides, there's nothing shameful about making money."

"How come I never knew you were so mischievous? Did you just let yourself go after graduation?"

"Maybe!"

Chen Feng couldn't very well say that he had previously gone to great lengths and exerted every effort to achieve his goals, but now he had obtained them easily.

Without worries, things will naturally be easier.

After pausing for a moment, Rena patted her bottom, stood up, and walked towards the door: "The rest of the time is yours. I'll come back this afternoon."

"So you're really being kept by a sugar daddy?"

"Of course! Four hours this afternoon, from 2 PM to 6 PM, you can come anytime during that time. Old Chen, isn't that great?"

"From now on, you'll be my older sister!"

Chen Feng personally escorted the other party out.

A private battle room with sparring partners comes at an exorbitant price.

He earns 500 credits for an hour of sparring, and two credits can buy a bottle of ordinary mineral water, which is not much different from his consumption level in his previous life.

This is just the price for advanced student sparring partners.

At the warrior level, the price becomes even higher, at least five times higher.

This is the most basic value of a martial artist.

Of course, being a sparring partner isn't easy; getting injured is a common occurrence.

Chen Feng did not leave; he practiced military boxing in the room.

With no one to bother you, you can completely let loose.

It stopped after a long time.

He was also sweating profusely and panting heavily.

"The path of cultivation requires not only hard work but also nourishment."

Chen Feng was helpless in this regard.

He went to the measuring device, checked it, and then turned off the network connection.

He then scanned the entire room and finally opened a small box from the side of the measuring device, inside which were three steel balls the size of pigeon eggs.

With a thought, one of them flew out.

It spun a few times, then suddenly accelerated, shooting towards the measuring device with a whoosh.

boom……

The force exploded like thunder.

The numbers on the display screen jumped wildly, forming a series of red lines, but then quickly stopped: 1866kg.

"Power approaching that of a mid-stage warrior, not bad, not bad at all!"

Chen Feng was overjoyed.

Above trainees are soldiers.

Warriors are also divided into beginner, intermediate, and advanced levels.

The standard punching power for a novice warrior is 1,000 kilograms, the intermediate threshold is 2,000 kilograms, and the advanced standard is doubled to 4,000 kilograms.

A fighter's maximum punching power is 5,000 kilograms.

The warrior-level power of a mentalist corresponds to that of a psychic.

These are the most basic and purest standards.

Chen Feng didn't stop, continuing to manipulate the steel balls to attack, each attack carrying a force of over 1,800 kilograms.

"It won't be long before I reach the intermediate rank."

The future is expected.

Chen Feng then deleted the measurement data.

He didn't go home for lunch; he ate at the martial arts school instead.

Because there's no need to save anymore.

Over the next two days, he would spar with Reina in the morning and afternoon, and both he and Reina were steadily improving.

June 6.

It was 5 PM.

After the battle, Rena didn't rush to leave, but rested for a long time.

She stood up and went to the measuring instrument.

bang bang bang...

Without any warm-up, three punches landed directly, the explosive force of the punches creating a torrent.

The three sets of numbers stand out: 899kg, 891kg, and 889kg.

"Your improvement is truly extraordinary!" Chen Feng said with a complex expression. "This is practically the limit for a trainee-level student."

"It would be a miracle if it wasn't big. In just these few days, I've spent a whole million." Rena was still not satisfied. "It's still not quite there yet. Old Chen, I won't be coming tomorrow. I need to take two more days to reflect and try to reach my true limit. Maybe with the help of the championship battle, I'll have a chance to break through the genetic limitations and become a formal martial artist."

"The championship battle lasted for more than a month, you really have a chance." Chen Feng nodded seriously, "Then I wish you success."

"And you!" Rena said seriously, "Do you need me to help you out?"

"No need," Chen Feng shook his head. "My improvement isn't much worse than yours."

"To be honest, you are the real genius." Rena's expression was complicated. She waved her hand, turned around and left. "The championship match is a life-or-death struggle for us."

"We will determine who is superior and who is inferior, and we will decide who lives and who dies!" Chen Feng agreed.

After seeing the other person off, he closed the door and went to the measuring instrument.

He stepped forward and bowed, his fists exploding with force.

In less than half a second, he threw three punches, the numbers showing: 859kg, 855kg, 858kg.

"It must be because I fused two bodies, which greatly increased my potential; otherwise, it would have been impossible for me to improve so quickly."

Compared to the previous two days, the average punching power has increased by about seven kilograms.

This is no ordinary size.

Chen Feng did not stop.

The steel ball flew out, bursting with all its might, and crashed into the measuring device. The final number made his pupils shrink: 2000kg.

The strength of a mid-level soldier.

"Mental cultivation allows one to absorb the energy of heaven and earth, resulting in extraordinary speed of improvement."

Chen Feng did not continue the test.

After deleting the data, he went outside and found Wei Heng, the martial arts instructor and one of the vice-masters in charge of logistics.

"Chen Feng, is something the matter?" Instructor Wei, recognizing this diligent genius, inquired.

"Instructor Wei, isn't the championship battle about to begin? I'm preparing to give it my all and work as hard as I can. I'd like to stay at the martial arts gym for a couple of days. It's quiet here, and it'll be easier for me to adjust my condition," Chen Feng said respectfully.

"That's a good idea." Wei Heng nodded. "Even though you're from the martial arts school, you'll still have to pay a room fee if you want to stay overnight."

"I know that, just follow the rules."

"Okay, I'll find you a room right away. By the way, what's your punching power?"

"I just measured it; the average punching force is 850 kilograms."

"How much?" Wei Heng was taken aback, and his voice suddenly rose.

"An average punching power of 850 kilograms." Chen Feng repeated, this was an understatement.

"Wow, you improved so quickly!" Wei Heng exclaimed in shock. He stood up, grabbed Wei Heng's arm, and pulled him outside. "There's a measurement room next door. Come on, let's get measured."

The measurement results came back quickly.

Average punching power: 858kg.

"With your punching power, you're qualified to compete for a top-ten spot in the championship match." Wei Heng became much more serious. "I'll provide you with a special rest room, and your food and lodging will be free during the championship match. By the way, the college entrance exam is over. Are you planning to go to university, or stay at the martial arts gym to focus on your training?"

His gaze hardened with a hint of fervor: "If you stay at the martial arts school, I'll make the decision that you'll have free room and board for two years, and I'll even prepare some special nutritional supplements for you. With your current physique, there's a very high chance you'll break through your genetic limitations and become a formal martial artist within two years. Once you become a martial artist, as an exclusive student of the school, you'll receive special benefits, such as dedicated instruction, training methods, start-up capital, a villa, and medical care for your family, etc."