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Lin Feng shook his numb right hand.

"Where is the training room?"

Lone Star was spraying repair medicine on his arm when he heard this and paused.

"You just finished playing, and you're going to practice again?"

Lin Feng felt the flow of qi and blood within his body.

That fight just now wasn't easy; Lone Star's physical body is indeed tough enough.

It's good to find a place to digest this.

Lone Star put away the potion and pointed to the east side of the camp.

"Primal Gravity Cultivation Zone"

"The gravity there acts directly on flesh and blood, and can also extract the primordial energy of the Meteorite Continent, making it much stronger than ordinary gravity chambers."

Which one is the best?

"Top-tier".

Lone Star answered very decisively.

A fellow trainee overheard this and quickly chimed in.

"Lin Feng, the Earth-class name is also good."

"Earth-level No. 1 is currently empty. The gravity can be adjusted to 200,000 times, and the concentration of the source is sufficient for the cosmic realm."

Lin Feng looked at him.

"What about the top-tier one?"

The man was momentarily speechless and could only continue explaining.

There are three rooms in total, all of them are in the "Tian" category.

"Number one and number two are only open to the top ten senior students. Number three is for new students."

"However, the situation of number three is rather special."

Lin Feng lifted his foot and walked away.

"Then let's go to number three."

The trainee quickly took two steps to catch up.

Didn't you hear me?

"Craig has taken number three in the top tier!"

Lin Feng didn't stop.

"Is he inside now?"

"I'm not cultivating."

"Isn't that empty?"

The trainees walked around to the front, speaking as they retreated.

"Craig is from the Second Fleet, and he's at the eighth level of the Cosmic Realm, which puts him in a good position within the camp."

"Although he didn't use it, the access card for the training room was always hanging on him."

"For the past month, he has been in the number three position."

Lin Feng glanced at him.

"His name is written on the door?"

"no."

"Was the cultivation room built in his house?"

"No, not exactly."

"Then why are you stopping me?"

The man fell silent.

Lone Star followed, carrying a heavy black ruler.

"The Heaven-level training room does not have a fixed abode."

"The rule of the special training camp is that whoever is the strongest gets the job."

"Craig was able to hold onto it because he knocked all the people who tried to take it into the treatment pod."

Hearing this, Lin Feng nodded.

"That's a good rule."

The trainee's lips moved.

That's not what he really meant.

Lin Feng had just finished a physical battle with Lone Star, and his energy and blood were greatly depleted.

Now is hardly a good time to compete with Craig for the training room.

But if you keep trying to persuade them, you might end up getting slapped first.

He decisively retreated.

"Never mind what I said."

A few minutes later, Lin Feng arrived at the training area.

The three enclosed metal cabins are located at the deepest part, with the number "Tian" engraved on the doors.

Both No. 1 and No. 2 are under lockdown.

In front of Gate No. 3.

Five trainees from the Second Fleet sat there.

The man in the middle was tall with short hair, and his combat uniform had the Second Fleet insignia pinned to his chest.

A gold authorization badge hung on his waist.

It was the control board for number three in the Heavenly Realm.

Lin Feng walked to the door.

"Get out of the way."

All five people looked up at the same time.

One of them looked Lin Feng up and down a few times and then laughed.

"Isn't this the genius who just broke the gravity tower record?"

"What, did you come to the wrong place?"

"The Earth-level number is outside."

Lin Feng raised his hand and pointed to the metal door.

"I want this one."

The man patted the back of the chair next to him.

"See that?"

"There's someone there."

Lin Feng extended his hand.

"Bring me the sign."

The group was taken aback at first, then they all burst into laughter.

Craig did not get up.

He leaned back in his chair and stared up at Lin Feng.

"Your name is Raymond Lam?"

"Um."

"You played pretty well against Lone Star just now."

Craig's gaze fell on Lin Feng's right arm.

"However, you underestimate me too much."

"Sixty-six floors of the Gravity Tower, plus another physical battle."

"How much strength do you have left?"

Lin Feng did not answer.

Craig stood up, and the aura of the eighth level of the Cosmic Realm spread outwards.

"Want number three? No problem."

"Competition is indeed allowed in the special training camp."

"But you should ask yourself first if you can take a punch from me."

Several other members stood up and blocked the door to the training room.

"Does breaking a record make you think you're invincible?"

"Lone Star pushed himself down to the sixth rank to fight you, and you won by half a point. You really think you're something special."

"Craig won't suppress his cultivation level."

"If you lower your head now, you can still save face when you go to a department store."

Lone Star stood at the back of the crowd, without saying a word.

He had already fought Lin Feng, and he knew better than anyone here just how outrageous Lin Feng's physical body was.

Craig, however, took Lone Star's silence as an admission.

"Even Lone Star didn't stand up for you."

"Did you understand?"

He walked up to Lin Feng, the two of them less than half a meter apart.

"You are now at your last gasp."

"You want to take my training room? Come back when you've recovered."

After saying that, Craig raised his hand and pointed at Lin Feng's chest.

"Newcomer, don't be too arrogant."

Before his hand could even touch his clothes, Lin Feng had already slipped past him.

"Get out of the way."

Craig's hand froze in mid-air.

The smiles on the faces of his companions behind him also disappeared.

Craig's face darkened, and the source energy in his right arm compressed instantly.

"stop!"

He caught up with Lin Feng and grabbed his shoulder.

The other trainees immediately dispersed.

"Craig is serious!"

"That's the Star-Splittering Hand. A direct hit at point-blank range would shatter even a cosmic-level battle suit!"

"Lin Feng just finished fighting, he might not be able to react yet."

Snapped!

A crisp sound has already been heard in the arena.

No one could see when Raymond Lam turned around.

All that could be seen was his right hand slapping Craig across the face.

The protective aura that had just risen around Craig's body was instantly shattered into pieces.

The palm continued to move inward, and the facial armor broke off.

A tooth, mixed with blood, flew out.

Craig lifted his feet off the ground and crashed sideways into the training room door.

boom!

The main door is recessed inwards.

He stood pressed against the door for half a second before falling to the ground.

Several members of the Second Fleet stood still, forgetting even to draw their weapons.

a slap.

At the eighth level of the Cosmic Realm, all protective source energy was shattered.

Lin Feng bent down and grabbed Craig by the back of the neck.

Craig wasn't unconscious yet; he had just raised his right hand when Lin Feng focused his strength into his fist.

"What...did you just say?"

Craig's throat was full of blood.

"Second Fleet... no..."

Lin Feng was too lazy to listen to the rest and dragged him to the door.

Just toss it aside.

boom!

Craig crashed at the feet of several of his companions, rolled forward for more than ten meters, and finally lay motionless on the ground.

Lin Feng took the gold authorization token from his waist.

Verification successful.

[Access to Cultivation Room Number Three (Heavenly Rank) has been transferred.]

[Current User: Lin Feng, Seventh Fleet.]

The metal doors open to both sides.

Lin Feng walked inside the door and paused for a moment.

Several members of the Second Fleet retreated simultaneously.

No one dared to block the way anymore.

Lin Feng turned around and looked at them.

"We'll do it your way, no objections, right?"

One of them helped Craig up and bent down to check his injuries.

"No...no."

"That's fine then."

Lin Feng inserted the access token into the control slot.

The doors to the training room began to close.

The trainees who had gathered outside still hadn't dispersed.

Just moments before, Lin Feng and Gu Xing had fought hundreds of rounds before finally deciding who was superior.

It was Craig's turn.

It ended with a slap.

Could this kid be hiding his true strength?

Outside the training area, an instructor wearing the insignia of the Second Fleet put down his terminal.

He looked at the usage prompt that lit up for the No. 3 VIP card, his face grim.

After confirming that no one was paying attention, he opened his terminal and sent a message.

"Target has entered the training room."

"Launch Plan".