Online Game: Me, with Unparalleled Comprehension

Meanwhile, in reality, in a heavily guarded basement, in a brightly lit meeting room, the atmosphere was unusually tense.

Around the rectangular conference table sat seven or eight people: soldiers in military uniforms, researchers in white lab coats, and several elderly men in Zhongshan suits.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the documents on the table and the projection screen in front of them, their expressions varied.

The elderly man seated at the head of the table had a serious expression. He tapped his fingers lightly on the table, his voice low and urgent: "Any results from the investigation? Have you found out the true identity of that player named Wu Changfeng?"

A middle-aged man in military uniform, his brows furrowed, clutched a document in his hands, his tone tinged with helplessness and gravity:

"Reporting to the leader, there are still no results. The information on the official website of 'Jianghu Dream' is encrypted at an extremely high level. We have used a lot of technical resources, but we have not been able to crack it. We cannot find any registration information about him at all. We have also tried to send him messages in the game, but all the messages were rejected. I guess he has set up a blocker for messages from strangers, so it is impossible to contact him."

The middle-aged man paused, then added, "Moreover, this person's life is extremely simple. There are no traces of social interaction in real life, no boasting, and not a single word about his in-game strength has leaked out. If he had shown off even a little, we might have been able to trace his whereabouts through online information, but now, we're like headless flies, completely clueless."

After saying that, he sighed softly, his brows furrowing even more deeply.

Another elderly man in a Zhongshan suit spoke slowly and steadily: "Since we can't find his true identity, let's temporarily abandon the investigation and focus on mastering the game. Right now, all countries are working hard to master this company's game, vying to improve their citizens' physical fitness and in-game strength. We absolutely cannot fall behind. For the next major in-game event, we must send some people to participate. Regardless of whether they win a prize, the main purpose is to connect with high-level players, especially those skilled solo players, and gather them together. Who knows what big events might happen in the future? These people might become our important asset."

The others nodded in agreement.

A researcher in a white coat spoke up: "That's right. The value of this game far exceeds our imagination. It can not only enhance people's physical fitness, but also allow them to master real martial arts. Even those of us who sit in offices all year round have become much stronger after practicing in the game for a period of time. We really can't fall behind other countries."

The meeting ended quickly, and everyone stood up and hurriedly left the meeting room to get back to their own business.

Everyone knows that this mysterious game has quietly changed the world's landscape, and only by keeping up with its pace can we take the initiative in the future changes.

After a night of dedicated cultivation, the sky gradually turned a pale white, and the faint morning light shone through the window.

The raindrops streamed into the room, landing on Wu Feng and giving him a faint golden glow.

As soon as the hour of Mao (5-7 AM) arrived, Wu Feng slowly finished his practice, opened his eyes, and a golden light flashed in his eyes. His true energy gradually subsided.

He glanced at Azi on the bed, still sleeping soundly, her long eyelashes trembling slightly in the morning light, her cheeks flushed with a faint blush.

He slowed his pace, stood up to straighten his clothes, gently closed the door, and turned to walk towards the Zhennan Prince's Mansion.

In the early morning, Dali City was shrouded in a light mist. There were already a few pedestrians on the streets and alleys, and vendors were setting up their stalls one after another. The air was filled with a faint smell of smoke and fire.

Wu Feng walked quickly through the streets and alleys, and soon arrived at the gate of the Zhennan Prince's Mansion.

Upon seeing Wu Feng, the guards immediately bowed and greeted him respectfully, saying, "Young Master Wu, you've arrived."

Wu Feng nodded slightly, said nothing more, and walked straight into the Prince's Mansion, heading towards the martial arts arena.

On the training ground, the thin mist had not yet dissipated, the bluestone path was wet and glistening, and glistening dewdrops still clung to the wooden stakes in the center of the field.

Duan Yu was already waiting there, still dressed in a plain-colored martial arts outfit, his hair neatly tied up, his face showing a hint of urgency. He kept glancing towards the entrance of the martial arts arena, his hands unconsciously rubbing together, his eyes full of anticipation.

Upon seeing Wu Feng approach, his eyes lit up instantly, and the eagerness on his face was replaced by joy. He quickly stepped forward, bowed respectfully, and said in a humble tone, "My benefactor, you've arrived!"

Wu Feng nodded slightly, his gaze falling on Duan Yu, his tone calm yet firm: "You've basically mastered the Vajra Palm from yesterday. Today, I'll teach you another martial art—Dragon Claw Hand. This martial art focuses on grappling, with simple and sharp moves, combining offense and defense. Learning these two martial arts will be enough for you to protect yourself in the martial world."

Upon hearing this, Duan Yu's face lit up with joy, and he quickly nodded respectfully, "Thank you, benefactor! Please begin, benefactor. I will watch carefully, remember diligently, and never slack off!"

After saying that, he took a few steps back and stood aside, staring intently at Wu Feng. His expression was focused, and even his breathing became cautious, as if he was afraid of missing any detail.

Wu Feng said no more, stepped to the open space in the center of the training ground, stood with his feet shoulder-width apart, his knees slightly bent, his body slightly lowered, and slowly raised his hands, his fingertips straight and joined together in a claw shape, his palms slightly tucked in, assuming the starting stance of the Dragon Claw Hand.

His expression instantly turned serious, and his aura became calm and sharp.

With fingertips bending and stretching, and body twisting and turning, the move "Dragon Claw Probing the Sea" is executed. The fingertips extend like sharp swords, moving with great speed and accompanied by a slight whooshing sound.

Immediately afterwards, he turned his body to the side, formed his hands into claws, and seized the opponent forward with a powerful yet agile movement.

Then, turning around, retracting the claw, and extending the claw again, each move was fluid and crisp, perfectly demonstrating the essence of the Dragon Claw Hand's grappling techniques.

Every movement was precise and accurate; the angle of the fingertips and the amount of force applied were all perfectly controlled, without the slightest hesitation.

Standing in the corner of the training ground, Chu Wanli and Gu Ducheng stared intently at Wu Feng's movements, their brows twitching slightly, their eyes filled with surprise and doubt.

The two looked at each other and saw surprise in each other's eyes.

This Dragon Claw Hand is clearly a unique skill of the Shaolin Temple, which ordinary people cannot access. How could Wu Feng know this martial art?

Could he be a monk from Shaolin Temple? But judging from his appearance, dressed in a chivalrous outfit and wearing a bamboo hat, he doesn't look like a monk at all, but rather like a wandering swordsman.

The doubts in their hearts grew deeper and deeper, but they only flashed through their minds and were quickly put aside.

In the martial arts world, it is a great taboo to inquire about the origins of someone else's martial arts skills. Moreover, Wu Feng is the young master's savior, and his strength is unfathomable. Naturally, they dared not ask too many questions and could only watch silently, secretly memorizing the moves of the Dragon Claw Hand.

In about half an incense stick's time, Wu Feng finished practicing the entire set of Dragon Claw Hand techniques.