High Martial Arts: My Blood Qi Can Be Increased Infinitely

Staff rest area in Zone 13.

Sitting in front of Chu Wen was an old man with white hair. The old man's already sparse hair became disheveled in the wind as he nodded and shook his head while they talked.

It's hard to imagine that this is Professor Chai Hua from Kyoto University of martial arts.

"Brother Chu, you and I are from the same hometown, both from Jiangnan."

"You're already a mid-level warrior at such a young age. No wonder Old Ghost Yuchi values ​​you so much. He's also explained your purpose for coming. But warriors below the level of War God are not authorized to access the information in the Twilight District."

Chai Hua looked helpless. It wasn't that he didn't want to give it to Chu Wen, but that a general like Chu Wen wasn't qualified to see these things.

But then he changed the subject and continued, "But there are always exceptions. I, a mere novice War King, am able to study the Twilight Zone. Why don't you guess what it is?"

"I've looked at your past information, and to be honest, I'm curious, why do you want to learn about the Twilight District?"

Chai Hua is very thoughtful in this regard. Chu Wen is an orphan and a martial artist with almost no social constraints, so it's hard to feel at ease with him.

Many war orphans, after becoming martial artists, have gone astray and become evil. Being greedy for pleasure is the least of their problems; the more they know, the more harmful they become.

"I don't know if you've ever noticed, setting aside the Blue Star Alliance, how many martial artists does the Dragon Kingdom have?"

"There are nine top-tier martial arts universities in China, also known as the 'Nine Great Martial Arts Schools,' as well as 68 specialized martial arts schools and 208 comprehensive universities that offer martial arts courses."

"Not counting comprehensive universities, the nine martial arts universities alone can supply more than 3 warriors and generals every year, and the 68 universities can supply 30 soldiers and 90 martial arts masters to society."

"This is only the number of people trained in one year. The first martial arts university was founded in 1921, and the nine major martial arts schools were officially established in 1949. Over the course of nearly 900 years, there have been at least hundreds of millions of warrior-level warriors."

"But what about reality?"

"Think about the battle at Jiangnan Base City. How many martial artists died? Most of them were martial arts masters and warriors, mostly civilian martial artists. How many civilian soldiers were killed in the military?"

In the battle of Jiangnan Base City, 400 million soldiers were killed or wounded, but only 9000 generals remained.

Chu Wen recalled this detail.

While advancing to the Warrior level is difficult, partly due to resource dependence and partly due to the limited talent of ordinary people, given the current level of civilization on Earth, most social martial artists are at the Warrior level, so it shouldn't be that difficult.

"The number of martial artists currently on the surface should not be this small," Chu Wen stated.

He had always thought that the difficulty in promotion was the reason that limited the number of warrior-level generals, but now that he thought about it, the blood energy source supplement alone could create quite a few warriors!

"Not stupid? Then where have all these missing generals gone? And where are those war gods and war kings who hold positions at the academy?" Chai Hua sneered and said nothing more. "Knowing too much now is not a good thing."

"All you need to know is that the nine martial arts universities are just reserves. The real martial arts strongholds are not so easily known to the public. This is also to avoid panic."

"Dragon Universe Special Training Camp?" Chu Wen asked tentatively.

"Looks like you're not completely hopeless. It's precisely because of these special training camps—with so many potential war gods, why is it that less than 20% graduate alive?"

"What do you think the God of War has to fear in the wild, besides avoiding hordes of demon kings?"

Chai Hua took a sip of Biluochun tea, looked at Chu Wen with a gloomy gaze, and said nothing more.

"The research on the Twilight Zone is just one aspect. Where have all these martial artists gone?"

"The new Hangzhou Wuhan University graduates more than 3000 people every year. Among these 3000, half are at the level of general. But are there so many general-level positions in society? Where do you think they will go?"

"Why are there so few War King-level teams training in the wild? Don't they want to hunt monsters and earn resources?"

"Is it really just because private company teams have performance requirements, while official teams don't have financial pressure?"

"Is the threat we face really the demonic beasts? Why is it called the Blue Star Alliance instead of the Human Alliance? What's the deeper meaning behind that?"

"I'm only saying this because you were recommended by Yu Chi Yu. There's no point in you knowing anything else. Let's talk about it after you become the War King."

Chai Hua put down his teacup, slowly stood up, and patted the wrinkles on his clothes: "Old Ghost Yuchi wants me to give you a check-up, saying he's worried about your condition."

"Come with me."

Chu Wen followed, still pondering the "human resource loophole" that Chai Hua had mentioned.

As the security doors opened, Chu Wen followed Chai Hua into a room filled with sleeping pods.

"This is also the result of research in the Twilight Zone. Some of the materials were obtained from the Twilight Zone, and humans currently have no way to synthesize these substances."

There are ten sleep pods in total, with three people asleep. The instruments above them are flashing constantly, and one of the people looks like he is preparing for limb regeneration?!

"Take off your clothes and lie down inside. Put on a mask. Nutrient solution will be supplied to your whole body. Have a good sleep, and all your fatigue will disappear."

This was a task specifically assigned by Yu Chiyu. Yu Chiyu's recent research had made progress, and he suspected that Chu Wen's body might be showing abnormalities. Therefore, he took this opportunity to ask Chai Hua to help obtain data.

"Furthermore, this is your first time using this equipment, which may stimulate your cerebral cortex and cause chaotic dreams. Don't worry too much; it's just that your brain muscles are getting some exercise. Those dreams don't mean anything."

Chu Wen lay down as instructed, but as soon as he touched the sensor on his head, he felt like he was being electrocuted, and his consciousness instantly became hazy.

As the nutrient solution gradually submerged his body, Chai Hua, outside the sleep pod, stared at the data curves with a puzzled expression.

"Why did it rise so quickly from the start? Shouldn't it be entering deep sleep later on?"

Something's definitely off; he just fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow?

……

Chu Wen felt as if his consciousness was being swallowed by a black wave, like a drowning person who was also nailed to the bottom of a lake by a chain.

until--

A faint light emerged from his chest; a blood-red bead burned him with intense heat, but also dispelled the surrounding chill.

In the distance, a ray of dawn unveiled the veil of night. Chu Wen stood in the air, and a large group of ancient statues cast in dark green bronze turned their heads and cast their gazes. Blood-red homing pigeons were circling at his feet, but suddenly scattered and flew away.

Knock knock knock~!

As the ancient, heavy bells rang, he found himself falling, unable to distinguish between reality and a dream.

An overwhelming despair engulfed him; he wanted to cry for help but could only scream in his heart, "Where am I?"

As I continued to fall, my consciousness gradually froze.

One indescribable scene after another appeared around me.

In an old-fashioned room, a large hand knocked over the gray flames dancing on a gray candle. The castle, engulfed in flames, fled in the pouring rain, revealing a baby's smile.

On the gray chains that block out the sky, a red ballet shoe walks gracefully, occasionally emitting a woman's bell-like laughter.

And in the end—

He strained to open his eyes and looked closely, only to see another pair of gray eyes. Their eyes met.

The creature trapped in the mud stretched out its mud-covered right hand, silently crying out to itself in the sky:

"Who will save us?"

Despair, coldness.

……