I became a god through frontier slaughter, and I crushed the academy's prodigies!

After passing through the long, dark alloy corridor, Lin Qingyi led Shen Tian to the fourth basement level.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, a wave of heat, mixed with the smell of sweat and hormones, hit me.

The enormous space was divided into dozens of independent transparent compartments.

In some cabins, gravity was so strong that the people inside were bulging with veins as they struggled to do push-ups.

Some cabins were filled with laser beams, and a figure frantically dodged through the dense red lines, risking burns if not careful.

In other places, there are huge hydraulic presses, and martial artists are fighting against mechanical arms weighing several tons with their bare hands.

boom! boom! boom!

The dull thuds of impact were incessant, accompanied by the roars of the warriors as they exhausted themselves.

"This is the daily routine of the Po Jun Si."

Lin Qingyi pointed to the figures sweating profusely.

"Here, sweating is to bleed less in the wilderness."

Shen Tian scanned his surroundings, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes.

Even if you have money, you can't buy the right to experience this level of training facility outside.

Especially that gravity chamber.

For martial artists in the Body Tempering Realm, it's practically cheating.

The two entered an empty, high-level training room.

This training room is twice the size of the one outside. In the center is a testing instrument that looks extremely sophisticated. The walls around it are made of special alloy and are covered with deep and shallow knife marks.

"Wait."

Lin Qingyi left a sentence and turned to lean against the door.

Less than two minutes later, a series of hurried footsteps approached.

"Here it comes!"

Ah Fei's voice could be heard before he was seen.

He and Reggae ran in.

Reggae held a sealed metal box in his hands, his expression as serious as if he were holding a bomb.

Ah Fei was carrying a thick, thread-bound book, the cover of which even still smelled of ink.

"Captain, Shen Tian."

Reggae walked up to Shen Tian and carefully opened the metal box.

laugh--

The white, cool air dissipated.

Inside the box lay a yellowed ancient book, its material resembling leather but not quite, exuding an air of antiquity.

The cover features only five large, wildly cursive characters, the strokes sharp as knives, seemingly piercing the paper.

The Great Sun Body Tempering Technique!

"This is what you wanted."

Lin Qingyi stepped forward, her fingertips gently tracing the pages of the book.

"The strongest foundation-building technique recognized throughout the entire Dragon Kingdom."

"Ordinary body tempering methods can only develop 30% of the human body's potential, while this method can develop it to the limit of 100%."

"Only by mastering the Great Sun Body Tempering Technique can one condense a Great Sun Furnace within the body, using blood and qi as fuel to temper the physical body."

Shen Tian took a deep breath and reached out to take the heavy manual.

The moment I touched it, a strange sensation spread from my palm throughout my body.

The system notification sounded in my mind without warning.

【Ding! 】

[Detectable cultivation technique: Great Sun Body Tempering Technique]

[Is it included?]

"Included".

Shen Tian calmly closed the book.

Thanks.

He spoke calmly.

Ah Fei pouted.

Lin Qingyi snatched the thread-bound book from A Fei's hand and tossed it to Shen Tian.

"Besides internal strength, you also need external skills."

"The Great Sun Body Tempering Technique is for breaking through your cultivation level, while this one is for killing people."

Shen Tian caught the book.

The cover has four large characters written on it: "The Broken Army Saber Technique".

The name is so corny.

But it exudes a brutal and murderous aura.

"This is the standard sword technique of the Po Jun Si."

Lin Qingyi explained.

"There are no fancy moves, just nine strikes in total."

"Every slash is a killing technique that countless predecessors have summarized from piles of corpses."

"It's all about speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness."

"This sword technique should be quite effective in your hands."

【Ding! 】

[Martial art detected: Breaking Army Saber Technique]

[Is it included?]

"Included".

Shen Tian did not hesitate at all.

The data on the panel refreshed instantly.

[Host: Shen Tian]

[Mental Strength: 100 (First-Rank Mentalist)]

[Martial arts realm: mortal body (20/20)]

[Kill Value: 160]

[Martial Arts: Great Sun Body Tempering Technique 0/100; Breaking Army Saber Technique 0/80]

In the panel, the original basic body tempering method and basic sword technique have been replaced.

"We've got everything."

Lin Qingyi glanced at the time and turned around decisively.

"Come on, I'll take you to see someone."

"Who?"

Shen Tian carefully put away the two secret manuals.

"Your combat instructor."

A complex look flashed in Lin Qingyi's eyes.

"An old monster with a bad temper."

Five underground floors.

It's quieter here than the floors above, and you could even say it's a bit eerie.

The huge training field was empty, with only a dim spotlight shining in the very center.

A man sat under the lamplight.

He was wearing a faded gray vest and loose-fitting workout pants.

Most notably, his left sleeve was empty, swaying gently in the breeze.

He was holding a flask and tilting his head back to pour strong liquor into his mouth.

Even from dozens of meters away, Shen Tian could feel the decadent aura emanating from that person.

It's like a rusty, broken knife.

Although it was rusty, it still exuded a chilling aura.

"Old Wang."

Lin Qingyi led Shen Tian closer, her voice unusually gentle.

The man paused, then slowly put down the wine pot.

He turned his head.

It was a face covered in scars, with a grotesque claw mark extending from the corner of his left eye to his chin, making his smile look somewhat distorted.

"Hey, isn't this our Captain Lin?"

The man hiccuped and glanced at Shen Tian through his blurry, drunken eyes.

"Is this the newcomer you gave me?"

"With such delicate skin and tender flesh, she doesn't look like someone who's good at wielding a knife."

Shen Tian didn't speak, he just looked at him quietly.

He sensed an extremely dangerous aura emanating from this man.

That's the kind of murderous aura that only those who have truly crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood possess.

It is heavier than Lin Qingyi.

"His name is Wang Meng, codename 'Iron Hand Mad Blade'!"

Lin Qingyi introduced him to Shen Tian.

"Former captain of the First Battalion of the Breaking Army Division, a peak third-tier martial artist. Five years ago, during an S-class beast tide, he lost an arm while covering his teammates' retreat, causing his cultivation level to drop."

"He is now the head instructor here."

Wang Meng chuckled and waved his hand.

"What chief instructor? He's just a good-for-nothing who's just wasting his life."

He stood up unsteadily, and in that instant, his previous dejected demeanor vanished completely.

Instead, there was a sense of oppression as heavy as a mountain.

Even if he lost an arm, even if his cultivation level dropped.

This wounded tiger still has its man-eating fangs.

Shen Tian's spiritual power sensed that Wang Meng's realm was similar to Lei Gui and A Fei's, but not as strong as Lin Qingyi's.

It is probably at the second level.

However, the aura emanating from him was even more violent than that of Lin Qingyi.

It's like a ferocious beast trapped in a cage; even with a missing claw, it can still suddenly attack and hurt people at any time.

boom!

An invisible aura of malevolence emanated from Wang Meng and instantly swept across the entire fifth underground level.

The air seemed to freeze.

Shen Tian felt a series of stinging pains on his skin, as if countless steel needles were pressing against it.

Despite the pressure, Shen Tian stood ramrod straight and calmly met Wang Meng's gaze.

Wang Meng was stunned for a moment.

He squinted his cloudy eyes, looked Shen Tian up and down, and grinned in an exaggerated smile.

"That's interesting."

"Young people these days are much tougher than before."

That terrifying pressure vanished instantly, as if it had never existed.

Wang Meng sat back down in his chair, picked up the wine jug, took a swig, and resumed his dejected appearance.

He pointed at Shen Tian, ​​his tone nonchalant.

"He's a promising talent, but his skill level is too low."

Lin Qingyi did not refute.

That's why I'm handing him over to you.

Lin Qingyi looked at Wang Meng and said seriously.

She turned to look at Shen Tian, ​​her eyes sharp.

"The Po Jun Division has a rule that new recruits must pass a basic assessment before they can perform field missions."

"Shen Tian, ​​he is your examiner."

"You can only go out with me when Instructor Wang gives his approval."

Shen Tian glanced at Wang Meng, who was picking his toes.

"What are the standards?"

Wang Meng chuckled and held up two fingers.

"It's very simple."

"He survived ten moves against me."