When Wei Wen said that, it felt surreal—even to him.
Who would've thought? Him, saying something that dramatic to the Luo Feng, now a renowned figure and future City Lord?
Luo Feng, of course, didn't read into it like that. He simply took it as encouragement, and his expression turned determined.
"Come on, Wei Wen. I just had an idea. Let's spar again," Luo Feng said, a flicker of inspiration in his eyes.
"Sure," Wei Wen replied nonchalantly.
Luo Feng launched another punch. Wei Wen dodged it easily again.
But this time, things were different.
Luo Feng was a Spiritual Force user—a Psyker. After missing the punch, he directed a stream of telekinetic energy to act on the watch wrapped around his wrist, applying a small, invisible force.
That extra push nudged his fist five centimeters sideways.
[Your friend Luo Feng is cultivating a variant movement technique. Your own comprehension of movement techniques is steadily improving.]
"Huh?" Wei Wen blinked. For a moment, he felt like Luo Feng's punch had actually grazed him.
But based on his own Micro-Level Movement—a technique where every movement is calculated down to millimeters—that punch shouldn't have come close.
Then it clicked.
Wei Wen was also a Psyker. He realized Luo Feng had used his Spiritual Force to shift his motion slightly. Mental nudging—a technique no less effective than a proper Micro-Level movement skill, and even stranger.
"Looks like it's time I stop holding back."
Wei Wen removed his hands from his pockets. His casual stance vanished. Now, he countered Luo Feng's attacks properly—blocking, weaving, retaliating.
Luo Feng focused, his mind calculating every move, every angle. His body moved like a cat—fast, precise, reactive.
For a while, their clash reached a deadlock. Both had strength close to that of junior-level Warriors.
But Luo Feng hadn't truly mastered the Micro-Level yet. Sometimes his reaction timings were slightly off, and he'd take a punch as a result.
Although I can use Spiritual Force to execute razor-precise attacks and dodges with minimal movement… it's still prone to errors, Luo Feng thought.
Physical strength can be built through cultivation—training, Genes, battle experience. But movement technique? That came from enlightenment, from comprehension.
Even someone with great physical stats might still be clumsy in motion.
Luo Feng didn't have true Micro-Level mastery. He was borrowing his Spiritual Force to simulate it. Wei Wen had actual comprehension.
After a solid round of sparring, Luo Feng was physically drained and mentally exhausted. Between the rapid calculations and using his psychic abilities, his consciousness was under heavy strain.
Wei Wen took a breath. "Scary talent and comprehension."
Just sparring with Luo Feng, he could feel it. Luo Feng had already grasped the essence of Micro-Level movement—and was applying it with flexibility.
In just one session, he'd made massive progress. His control over his Spiritual Force was sharper and cleaner than before.
If it were purely about Spiritual Force manipulation, Luo Feng was clearly ahead.
And in fighting Luo Feng, Wei Wen was now beginning to feel a pressure—something he'd rarely felt before. The pressure only someone with monstrous potential could exert.
No wonder he was able to hit Micro-Level and reach Perfect-Level movement in just a few months. His comprehension speed is insane...
Good thing Wei Wen had his system. That was his only edge.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Their sparring continued, fists cracking through the air, the sound echoing through the training hall like war drums.
"Who's in there?" a familiar voice asked.
Jiang Nian had just arrived and climbed straight to the fourth floor of the dojo.
"Wei Wen and Luo Feng. They've been going at it for over an hour now," answered Li Bo, the attendant at the door.
"Luo Feng can keep up with Wei Wen?" Jiang Nian's eyes lit up.
It seemed today's visit to the Limit Dojo's Yi'an District wasn't just serendipity—it was destiny. First Wei Wen, and now Luo Feng too? He would've missed it all if he hadn't followed his gut.
Jiang Nian walked up to the entrance of the fourth-floor training hall. He stood silently, watching the two of them exchange blows.
Their moves were basic—on the surface. But the execution was anything but ordinary.
Every dodge and strike was alive. Fluid. Unpredictable. As if the techniques had grown sentient.
"Micro-Level movement?" Jiang Nian murmured.
He wasn't far off. Though Luo Feng hadn't officially reached that threshold, his use of Spiritual Force gave him a variantof Micro-Level.
"Instructor."
Luo Feng noticed Jiang Nian at the door and immediately stopped. Wei Wen followed suit.
Jiang Nian stepped in, eyes gleaming.
"Luo Feng, sparring with Wei Wen means you've made real progress. Have you awakened your Genetic Energy? Have you reached Micro-Level movement?"
"I've awakened Genetic Energy," Luo Feng replied honestly. "But I haven't reached Micro-Level—at least not in the conventional sense."
He knew it was wise to reveal some of his ability. Just enough to earn trust, not envy.
"Come. Let's test your punch strength," Jiang Nian said with anticipation.
Moments later, Luo Feng stood before the machine.
Punch Strength: 3333 kgSpeed: 59 m/sNerve Reaction Test: Intermediate Warrior – Excellent | Advanced Warrior – Pass
"Looks like you're coming with me to the dojo headquarters," Jiang Nian said, turning to Wei Wen. "He's ready."
"Don't worry about me," Wei Wen replied, smiling faintly. "Luo Feng's future matters more."
Truthfully, Wei Wen preferred lying around doing nothing. If Luo Feng hadn't dragged him into so many sparring matches, he'd be lounging at home.
Today's main purpose was achieved: helping Luo Feng improve.
And now, he could go back and lie flat again.
That same day, Jiang Nian took Luo Feng to the Jiangnan Base City headquarters of the Limit Dojo.
Luo Feng agreed to formally join early. With Zhuge Tao present as witness, he signed an official contract—benefits included—and became a core member of the dojo.
Remembering Wei Wen's case, Jiang Nian even recommended that Luo Feng be granted full Warrior certification ahead of time.
Zhuge Tao, after seeing Luo Feng's performance, agreed. Luo Feng easily surpassed the practical combat standards.
As a result, Luo Feng was officially recognized as a Warrior.
Time passed quickly.
Three days later, both Luo Feng and Wei Wen moved into their new place at Mingyue District.
Luo Feng's family had settled into their villa. His dream had materialized.
But Luo Feng knew the truth—none of this came from luck. It was all built on his talent and potential.
Still, in comparison to Wei Wen, he wasn't satisfied. He had to push harder.
Every time he had a break, he sought Wei Wen for sparring.
And Wei Wen didn't say no. Helping Luo Feng also sharpened his own skills. Besides, watching Luo Feng grow was half the fun.
Luo Feng's comprehension was terrifyingly high. With Wei Wen's pointers and real combat experience, he progressed far faster than someone training alone.
After all, self-training often leads to wrong turns, plateaus, or blind spots.
But near-limit sparring? That was the real test. You don't guess your limit—you hit it.
After three days of high-intensity combat training, Luo Feng's movement technique quietly evolved.
He reached variant Micro-Level—a hybrid state using both physical insight and Spiritual Force.
[Your friend Luo Feng has reached a variant form of Micro-Level movement technique. Your own comprehension is improving rapidly. Congratulations—your movement technique has reached variant Perfect-Level.]
When Wei Wen woke up and saw the system notification, his eyes widened.
"...What the hell is variant Perfect-Level?"
He looked at the time. 3:00 AM.
Typical Luo Feng. Working like a madman while others slept.
Wei Wen could only sigh—and smirk.