The twin engines of the Nebula V-9 Hoverdrives thrummed a low, resonant hum, barely audible over the distant bustle of Jiang-Nan City, yet it resonated deep in the twins' chests. These vehicles, the pinnacle of modern engineering, combined magnetic levitation with neural-interface control, translating thought into motion with a speed no human reflex could match. Every subtle shift of the twins' minds altered the hovercars' trajectory, allowing them to weave seamlessly through the city's elevated highways.
Luo Zheng's car gleamed with dark purple and gold accents, its exterior reflecting streaks of neon and sunlight alike. Luo Feng's counterpart was a bold ox-red with dark silver trim, its aerodynamic lines reflecting both speed and strength. Within their cabins, holographic dashboards projected speed vectors, magnetic field densities, and projected collision trajectories. Both twins navigated effortlessly, their neural interfaces responding instantaneously to thought, the vehicles almost extensions of their bodies.
As they sped through the city, the memories of the hunt, the Wolf Squad, and the monstrous Azure Horned Python swirled in Luo Feng's mind. The exhilaration of victory remained, but so did the weight of responsibility. Wealth had come, but it was tied to power—and power demanded mastery. Luo Zheng, ever calm, glanced at his brother, the familiar twin bond evident in the synchronized timing of their cars. Not a word passed between them, yet both understood the same thought: they were far from finished.
The estate loomed ahead, familiar and comforting. Trees swayed in the evening breeze, and the air carried the scent of earth and blooming flowers. The hovercars descended gently, engines humming as they settled onto the driveway. The twins stepped out, stretching slightly, muscles still sore but minds alight with anticipation.
Their mother appeared immediately, a mixture of worry and relief etched into her face. "You two… you're home!" she exclaimed, rushing forward. "Are you hungry? I'll prepare something right away." Her hands moved deftly, chopping and stirring with practiced precision, a faint, comforting aroma already wafting through the courtyard.
From the study, Luo Hua emerged, older now, his dark eyes twinkling. "Finally! You two look like you've been through a war. Don't tell me you went hunting again without informing me!"
"You could say that," Luo Feng replied with a small smile. "But let's eat first."
The family meal was a sensory feast. Fresh vegetables sizzled with fragrant oils, cuts of meat glistened, and steaming bowls of rice exuded warmth. Conversation flowed naturally, laced with laughter, gentle teasing, and cautious updates about dojo life. Their parents probed lightly, careful not to reveal their underlying fear while away. The meal anchored the twins, grounding them in the simplicity and warmth of family before their lives shifted again.
After the meal, Luo Zheng's expression became serious. From his pocket, he produced a small vial that pulsed with a faint, shimmering glow.
"What is that?" Luo Feng asked, curiosity flickering.
"Something to help with training," Luo Zheng said calmly. "It's a gene evolution serum. Trust me."
Without waiting for further explanation, they moved to the estate's training chamber, a reinforced room lined with holographic panels and state-of-the-art devices. At its center stood the combat statistics machine, capable of measuring raw physical strength, speed, reaction time, spiritual energy, and aura density. The walls glimmered faintly as sensors activated, scanning their bodies and projecting holographic outlines.
"The serum won't reveal its full effect immediately," Luo Zheng explained. "We'll need to digest it for a full month. During that period, we'll continue technique training. Only afterward can we truly measure our limits."
Luo Feng nodded. "Understood."
The vials uncorked, and the serum flowed through their veins like liquid fire, a tingling warmth awakening muscles, nerves, and bones. Subtle energy rippled within, unseen yet deeply felt. Over the next month, they immersed themselves in rigorous training. Each day began with meditation to adapt to the serum's subtle effects, followed by hours of technique refinement. Every strike, every movement of energy, every parry and dodge was executed with meticulous precision.
Sparring sessions intensified, each twin pushing the other relentlessly. The Comprehension Card Luo Zheng had secretly applied accelerated their understanding of technique, allowing them to instantly detect flaws and correct them. Gradually, reflexes sharpened, muscles strengthened, and perceptions heightened. Subtle signs of the serum's effect manifested in increased reaction times, denser muscles, and the ability to sense energy fluctuations within and around them.
Finally, the month of digestion ended. The combat machine hummed to life, preparing the first test: fist strength, measured in grams. Luo Feng stepped forward, focusing every ounce of energy into a single, controlled strike against the reinforced sensor arm.
Luo Feng – Raw Fist Strength: 326,400,000 g
Luo Zheng followed, channeling energy into his fist, golden and violet sparks flickering along his skin.
Luo Zheng – Raw Fist Strength: 357,000,000 g
Both stared at the numbers. The magnitude of force alone was staggering, yet they knew this was only raw power.
Luo Feng's aura flared, his spiritual energy, two ranks higher than his warrior level, surging through every fiber of his body. Now came the true multiplier: the technique effect. With Technique Stage Four, his attacks multiplied 8×.
Luo Feng – Effective Combat Power: 2,611,200,000 g → Full attack equivalent to Intermediate Wargod level
Luo Zheng's aura ignited, his Thunder Void Stage Four combined with his secondary technique Stage Two, multiplying raw power by 10×.
Luo Zheng – Effective Combat Power: 3,570,000,000 g → Full attack equivalent to Middle Wargod level
The twins' eyes widened. They could feel the raw energy flowing outward, the destructive potential now orders of magnitude greater than anything previously achievable. The spiritual energy extended beyond their bodies, filling the chamber with a tangible aura of dominance and precision.
Satisfied, Luo Zheng accessed their digital credits, transferring a portion to Luo Hua for stock trading. 1.2 billion credits successfully deposited. Luo Feng's voice was calm but firm: "Use it wisely."
Next, they purchased higher-stage combat techniques using their credits. Luo Zheng bought duplicates to maintain secrecy, while Luo Feng purchased his own. Training in private, they honed every strike, integrating spiritual energy and technique multipliers until every movement became instinctive.
Daily machine tests and private sparring confirmed growth:
Luo Feng – Technique Stage Four: Full strike 8× raw strength → Intermediate Wargod-level attack
Luo Zheng – Thunder Void Stage Four, Secondary Stage Two: Full strike 10× raw strength → Middle Wargod-level attack
Final combat machine readings:
Luo Feng – Strength: 326,400,000 g → Effective 2,611,200,000 g
Luo Feng – Speed: 210 m/s → Effective Strike Speed 1,680 m/s
Luo Zheng – Strength: 357,000,000 g → Effective 3,570,000,000 g
Luo Zheng – Speed: 225 m/s → Effective Strike Speed 2,250 m/s
With these numbers, their mastery over technique and spiritual energy was undeniable. They were no longer mere humans; the serum, technique, and Comprehension Card had elevated them far above ordinary limits.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, the wilderness beyond the city loomed silently. Untamed, vast, and unpredictable, it would be the true proving ground. Here, away from dojo and civilization, they would test limits, refine techniques, and adapt to their new power.
"Just us," Luo Feng murmured, scanning the horizon, a thrill of anticipation mingling with the weight of responsibility.
"Just us," Luo Zheng echoed, a faint smirk on his lips. "Everything ahead will be our proving ground."
Side by side, the hovercars lifted, engines humming as they glided toward the wilderness. Their auras shimmered faintly, full of raw energy, discipline, and the multiplied force of perfected techniques. The High Warlords of a new era were ready to confront the unknown, push limits, and reshape their destiny.