Whether Luo Feng knew Wei Wen was a Spiritual Force user or not, he at least understood one thing clearly—there were limits to how much one could enhance their body by absorbing Genetic Energy.
A typical Spiritual Force practitioner—someone who had awakened Mental Energy and could manipulate objects with sheer thought—might raise their punching strength by around 2,000 kilograms if they trained hard. That was already considered the mark of a prodigy.
But Wei Wen? He had broken past the limits—his punching power had soared by nearly 9,000 kilograms.
"Wei Wen, how did you become so strong?" Luo Feng stared, eyes full of disbelief.
He wasn't just asking out of curiosity. He wanted to understand. If it was something he could learn, he absolutely would.
Wei Wen put on a perfectly straight face and replied, "Hard work. Just relentless hard work."
Of course, that was total nonsense.
It wasn't that he didn't want to tell Luo Feng the truth. It was just that the truth was too unbelievable—completely out of reach for anyone else.
"Hard work?" Luo Feng took a deep breath. "Then I guess I haven't worked hard enough."
Thinking back to how Wei Wen always arrived earlier at the Dojo of Limits for training, Luo Feng felt like a lightbulb went off in his head.
"Keep pushing," Wei Wen said, patting Luo Feng's shoulder with a hint of amusement.
The problem was, Wei Wen's results were too good. Luo Feng's thinking was veering toward extremes—single-minded, maybe even obsessive. Whether that was a good thing or not, it was hard to say.
Still, intense training wasn't wrong. If anything, their mutual growth would be faster. It was a win-win.
"Hard work is fine and all," Luo Feng said, "but will you teach me?"
Their friendship was solid enough that Luo Feng didn't bother with small talk.
Wei Wen smiled faintly. This had always been part of his plan. "What do you want to learn?"
"Two things. First, how you're able to absorb more Genetic Energy. Second, your Micro-Control Movement Technique."
Wei Wen paused, thinking it through.
Teaching Luo Feng the Micro-Control Movement Technique had already been on his to-do list—it would make Luo Feng stronger, faster. No problem there.
As for increasing Genetic Energy absorption? The only way Wei Wen had done that was through the Five Hearts Facing the Origin Method—his personally optimized version of the standard Five Hearts Facing the Sky cultivation technique.
On Earth, everyone knew there was only one Genetic Energy cultivation method: the Five Hearts Facing the Sky. It was widely accepted as the foundation of all modern training. No one had officially created a second one.
But the Five Hearts Facing the Origin wasn't a different method—it was just a deeply refined and more efficient version.
Wei Wen didn't hesitate long.
He trusted Luo Feng. If he couldn't trust him, who else could he trust on Earth?
Besides, Luo Feng was Wei Wen's biggest asset—the more powerful he became, the more Wei Wen stood to gain from the system's feedback loop.
And if anyone questioned the origin of the method? Wei Wen could just say he'd broken through with sheer talent.
More importantly, Luo Feng had been working under him loyally. A good leader couldn't expect free labor forever.
"No problem," Wei Wen said. "Here's how I absorb more Genetic Energy—I've improved the Five Hearts Facing the Skymethod."
He paused, letting that land.
"The optimized version allows your body to absorb more Genetic Energy passively, even without using a guidance technique."
"And if you do use a guidance technique on top of it, the efficiency jumps even more."
He explained the general principles of his Five Hearts Facing the Origin method and gave Luo Feng a quick demo.
In essence, it all came down to how energy was routed through the body.
The basic Five Hearts Facing the Sky method channeled Genetic Energy through five focal points—palms, soles, and the crown of the head—but those paths weren't efficient. Not all of that energy reached every part of the body.
But Wei Wen's version changed that. With Five Hearts Facing the Origin, all of Luo Feng's cells would be able to absorb energy directly. It turned the entire body into a living sponge for Genetic Energy.
"So that's how it works…" Luo Feng's eyes lit up.
He immediately tried it, and sure enough, he could feel more energy flowing into his body—faster, smoother, deeper.
Luo Feng is now absorbing Genetic Energy. Physical strength increasing steadily.
Wei Wen had also hoped that, by teaching Luo Feng this technique, the system might reward him with an even better one.
But after a while, no feedback came.
Which meant one thing—he couldn't exploit the system by repeatedly sharing optimized techniques. That loophole was closed.
Still, Luo Feng now had the Five Hearts Facing the Origin method. That alone would boost his growth tremendously—and indirectly, boost Wei Wen's too.
"As for the Micro-Control Movement Technique? That's easier to teach."
Wei Wen stepped forward and began to explain.
"Normally, learning this requires years of building foundational strength and body control."
"But you already have that. Your base is solid. So here's the deal."
"The difference between normal movement and Micro-Control movement is precision."
"You're not just dodging—you're dodging with the smallest, most efficient movements possible. Every shift is calculated, every move optimized. Like a machine."
"That's the essence of Micro-Control. It's not just speed. It's economy. Precision. Control."
"But it's hard. One tiny mistake during a dodge and boom—you're hit. That's why most people need real combat experience to master it."
"Unless…" Wei Wen trailed off and looked at Luo Feng.
"Unless they have Mental Energy."
He wasn't lying. Mastering Micro-Control through theory was nearly impossible. You had to feel it. React under pressure. Survive.
But Luo Feng was different. His Mental Energy allowed him to guide even the smallest motions—down to how his clothes fluttered or his boots shifted mid-dodge.
By projecting Mental Energy onto his gear, Luo Feng could self-correct in real-time.
Of course, sometimes there'd still be errors—but that just came down to how precisely one could control their Mental Energy.
And Luo Feng?
Luo Feng's brainwave amplitude—the measure of his mental potential—was the highest on Earth. That alone made him the most gifted Mental Force user alive.
It also meant he had freakishly high comprehension ability. Otherwise, how could he have advanced from beginner to Micro-Level, and then to Perfect-Level movement techniques, all in a matter of months?
After hearing all this, Luo Feng fell into thought.
Movement techniques weren't just theory. They required combat. Blood. Sweat. Survival.
But the payoff was huge.
"Come," Wei Wen said, smiling. "Let's spar a bit. Just with the strength of a quasi-warrior. That'll give you a taste of what Micro-Control feels like."
"Alright!" Luo Feng's eyes blazed with fighting spirit.
The two of them squared off, ten meters apart. No weapons. Just hands and bodies.
Wei Wen stood there casually, hands in his pockets.
"Here I come!" Luo Feng shouted, then launched forward like a spring.
Even at a restrained level, his speed was ferocious. In less than a second, he was in front of Wei Wen, fist rocketing toward his midsection.
Wei Wen shifted slightly. That's all it took. The punch missed completely.
Luo Feng didn't stop—his fists and feet came like a flurry, striking from every angle.
But Wei Wen just kept weaving, dodging with ease, like it was a dance he'd rehearsed a thousand times.
Luo Feng could tell—Wei Wen wasn't faster than him. Not really.
But he moved better.
"Is this Micro-Control?" Luo Feng muttered, stunned.
Now that he was experiencing it firsthand, he finally understood. At equal strength levels, Wei Wen felt like a bottomless well—impossible to hit, impossible to read.
"You're good," Wei Wen said calmly. "Your movement technique's solid. But your power control isn't there yet. Not at the micro level."
"If your attacks were as refined as your footwork, I wouldn't be dodging this easily."
"But you'll get there. Just keep grinding."
Wei Wen remembered clearly—when Luo Feng had first entered the Dojo of Limits and became a disciple under Instructor Jiang Fang, his saber technique had been weak. Embarrassingly so.
His footwork, though? Already at near-master level.
And that mismatch was on full display now. Even with all that talent, Luo Feng's strikes couldn't touch Wei Wen.
But that would change.
Sooner or later, Luo Feng would catch up.