Chapter 12: 502kg

Chapter 12: 502kg

In Qin Feng's room, only the faint blue light screen cast by the personal terminal remained, illuminating his calm face.

Without a moment's hesitation, he unscrewed the can of primary psychic energy potion worth ten thousand imperial credits.

A refreshing fragrance instantly filled the entire cramped space.

He tilted his head back and downed the milky white liquid, like melted starlight, in one gulp.

Boom!

A violent torrent of energy, like a bursting dam, surged from his esophagus into his stomach, then exploded fiercely, transforming into billions of scorching currents that rampaged through his limbs and bones.

Unlike the gentle, water-like nature of Sun Chantang's potion, this standard-issue primary psychic energy potion was filled with raw, untamed wildness.

It was like a long-imprisoned beast, once freed, wreaking havoc within his body.

On Qin Feng's body surface, his skin instantly turned bright red, veins bulging like twisted tree roots, fine beads of sweat forced out from every pore, only to evaporate into white mist under the intense heat of his skin.

He sat cross-legged on the bed, eyes tightly shut, brows slightly furrowed.

The breathing technique of the "Imperial Basic Body-Training Method" began to operate on its own, guiding this violent energy along the established meridian pathways, repeatedly scouring his physical form.

Those muscle fibers, fascia, and even bones that had reached their limits during the day's training, suffering countless micro-tears, were now being repaired, strengthened, and reshaped at an astonishing speed under the scouring and nourishment of this vast psychic energy.

This process was a blend of pain and pleasure.

The night passed without a word.

...

When the first rays of dawn struggled through the gaps between buildings and into the room, Qin Feng opened his eyes.

Deep within his pupils, a flash of lightning seemed to flicker and vanish; his entire aura was more condensed and steady than the day before.

He leaped from the bed, landing silently on his feet, as light as a falling leaf.

He casually threw a punch, the fist cutting through the air, producing a clear, low sonic boom.

A night of absorption and refinement had raised his vitality index once more.

The residual medicinal effects would accumulate in his body, taking at least half a month to fully dissipate—just in time for the high school entrance exam.

He walked into the living room, where his father, Qin Dahai, had already prepared breakfast, more lavish than usual.

Besides the standard rice porridge and energy bars, there was a plate of tempting high-protein synthetic meat on the table.

Qin Dahai sat at the table, looking at his son, his eyes brimming with joy and pride.

He didn't ask many questions, simply pushing a small stack of imperial credits toward Qin Feng.

"Take this. At the martial arts hall's nutrition cafeteria, don't skimp. Your body's consuming a lot; eat well. If you need more money, tell me."

"Dad, it's enough."

Qin Feng pocketed the money.

Father and son finished breakfast in silence.

Qin Feng changed into his training clothes, and as he stepped out the door, his father's voice came from behind.

"Son, go all out."

Qin Feng paused mid-step, didn't turn around, but nodded firmly.

...

Limitless Martial Arts Hall, nine in the morning.

The training hall was already buzzing with activity.

As soon as Qin Feng entered, Zhou Heyuan greeted him with a beaming face.

He held a brand-new personal data tablet, as if showing off a new toy.

"Qin Feng, you're finally here! Look, look!"

He shoved the tablet in front of Qin Feng and Liu Xiaoli, who was panting after finishing a set of exercises.

"Last night, I used another C-grade medicinal bath, and following Teacher Li's advice, I drank a vial of my dad's treasured 'Tiger Bone' nutrient solution. This morning, I tested myself—guess what?"

Without waiting for an answer, Zhou Heyuan tapped the tablet heavily with his finger.

Lines of data appeared clearly.

[Name: Zhou Heyuan]

[Vitality Index: 0.80]

[Punch Force Test (Right Hand): 432KG]

[100-meter Sprint Speed: 11.5 seconds]

"See? 0.80! Up another 0.01 from yesterday! And my punch force has broken through the 400-kilogram mark! My dad says I've now firmly met the admission standards for an ordinary martial arts high school. As long as nothing unexpected happens, the entrance exam will be a sure thing."

Zhou Heyuan's voice was loud, brimming with uncontrollable excitement, drawing the attention of many nearby trainees.

Beside him, Liu Xiaoli looked at the data, his eyes dimming. He silently turned around and continued practicing his clumsy body-training method.

"Let me tell you," Zhou Heyuan lowered his voice, but his boastful tone didn't diminish.

"In all of Qimingxing, there are seventy-two key martial arts high schools. With a vitality index of 1.0, you have a good chance of being admitted. Graduates from these schools are at least second-level martial artists, eligible to apply directly for the Imperial Guard, become officers, or take the Starry Sky University exam to further their studies."

"But that's not the top tier."

He raised a finger, drawing a "seven" in the air.

"Above the seventy-two key schools, there are seven, known as 'Top Martial High Schools.' 'Qiming First Martial High,' 'Galactic Military Affiliated High School'... just the names sound different. My dad says, to get into these seven, money and connections won't cut it—you have to be a true genius. For the entrance exam, your vitality index needs to be at least 1.2 to even be considered."

"And basically, all students from Qiming's top seven high schools get into Starry Sky University."

Zhou Heyuan finished, patting Qin Feng on the shoulder, his tone carrying the air of a seasoned advisor.

"Qin Feng, you've been training hard lately. Keep it up, and maybe you can aim for an ordinary martial high school too. Then we could be schoolmates."

Qin Feng looked at him, nodded calmly. "I will."

With that, he turned and walked toward the training area, not adding another word.

Zhou Heyuan watched his retreating back, shrugged, and went off to show his new data to other familiar trainees.

Training began again.

The daytime coach, Lin Weiping, remained his usual stern, impartial self, meticulously patrolling the hall.

When he reached Qin Feng, he stopped.

He watched Qin Feng practice the "Mountain-Splitting" stance.

Qin Feng's feet were rooted to the ground, his waist twisting, a condensed force traveling up his spine to his arm, and his right fist shot out.

Boom!

A muffled sonic boom exploded at the fist's tip, its power noticeably greater than the day before.

For the first time, a subtle ripple crossed Lin Weiping's perpetually icy face.

He circled Qin Feng twice, his gaze piercing, scrutinizing every detail of his body.

"Not bad, your physical condition is steadily improving."

Lin Weiping's voice carried a faint, almost imperceptible note of inquiry. "Your striking technique is more refined too. Good."

He paused, then offered new guidance.

"Now, forget fixed forms. Try to link the core power of the nine movements. Don't be constrained by form; pursue an unhindered, smooth flow of strength within your body. From 'Mountain Cleaver' to 'Sea Subduer,' make it a complete, unbroken cycle." This was instruction far beyond the scope of ordinary trainees.

"Yes, Coach."

Qin Feng nodded and immediately began to try.

Throughout the day, Qin Feng immersed himself in the new state of cultivation Lin Weiping had described.

He no longer repeated the complete body-tempering method over and over, but instead deconstructed and fused the nine core movements.

Sometimes it was a straight punch from 'Mountain Cleaver,' immediately followed by a charge from 'Mountain Mover.'

Sometimes it was a downward press from 'Sea Subduer,' swiftly transitioning into a twisting kill from 'Sea Churner.'

His figure shifted and turned in a corner of the training area, each movement concise and efficient, brimming with practical combat intent.

Sweat had long since soaked his training uniform, and the rising heat formed a faint white mist around his body.

His body, like a precisely calibrated war machine, was operating and grinding at full tilt, completely converting the vast spiritual energy absorbed yesterday into his own flesh and blood, his own strength.

The other trainees had long grown accustomed to his 'madness,' occasionally casting a glance before returning to their own training.

The nickname 'Madman' had quietly stuck to Qin Feng.

Time slipped away in the sweat.

When the evening bell rang and Lin Weiping announced the end of the day's training, Qin Feng finally emerged from that state of self-forgetfulness.

His whole body ached, yet he felt an unprecedented sense of fulfillment.

The trainees left in twos and threes, and the training hall soon grew empty.

As Zhou Heyuan passed by Qin Feng, he smiled and greeted him, "See you, Madman. Tomorrow."

"Okay."

Qin Feng nodded slightly.

He walked to the rest area at the edge of the training ground, drained the water from his bottle, and sat on a bench to rest for ten minutes.

When the fatigue in his body had slightly eased, he stood up and walked to a familiar corner.

There, a brand-new model of punch-force tester was placed.

He stood before the tester, adjusting his breath.

Slowly, he raised his right fist, sinking his body slightly, assuming the simplest and most direct power-striking posture from the *Imperial Basic Body-Tempering Method*.

He closed his eyes, feeling the surging blood and energy within him, like a mighty river.

The next second, his eyes snapped open.

Power from his waist and hips, twisting his body and driving his shoulder, his arm like a whip, his fist like a hammer!

Boom!

A thunderous sound, drowning out even the hum of other equipment in the hall.

The sturdy punch target was deeply dented by his blow, and the entire tester shuddered as if under unbearable strain.

The electronic screen above the tester flickered wildly, then finally settled.

【502 KG】

Qin Feng stared at the number, and a hint of satisfaction finally appeared on his calm face.

"With half a month left, getting into a key high school shouldn't be hard."

"But I wonder if I have a chance to get into Qiming No. 7 High... a vitality index of 1.2—time is still too tight."

He silently calculated his progress rate and felt that his chances of entering Qiming No. 7 High were slim.

He turned, picked up his belongings, and walked out of the brightly lit training hall, merging into the deep night outside the window.

...

Half an hour later.

In the empty training hall, only Li Weiguo remained.

As the evening coach, he was responsible for the final closing tasks.

Checking equipment, turning off power, cleaning up—he meticulously performed these trivial but necessary chores.

"Young people these days have no discipline at all, leaving the equipment without resetting it," he muttered as he walked over to the punch-force tester, preparing to restore it to its initial state.

When his gaze inadvertently swept across the display, he froze completely.

【502 KG】

The crimson number burned like a flame, stinging his eyes.

"Five hundred and two kilograms?"

Li Weiguo murmured the number aloud, his voice filled with disbelief.

"Who? Who made this hit?"

He immediately pulled up the tester's usage log.

The log showed that the most recent user was Zhou Heyuan.

Because Zhou Heyuan had been using this machine all afternoon to test his 'Spiral Force.'

"Zhou Heyuan..."

Li Weiguo stared at the name, then at the glaring number, his lips trembling slightly.

He hadn't expected that this so-called poor student would give him such a tremendous surprise.

This... what extraordinary talent!

"Spiral Force... he's actually fully mastered Spiral Force!"

A genuine, radiant smile slowly spread across Li Weiguo's face.

He felt that his efforts over this period had not been in vain.

From a 'poor student' the school had tried to expel, to a true genius with the potential to enter a key martial arts high school, even reaching the standard of a first-level martial artist before enrollment.

In this, while Zhou Heyuan's own talent and family support played a part, it was also inseparable from Li Weiguo's careful guidance and constant encouragement.

He could already see it: on the day the high school entrance exam results were released, Zhou Heyuan's name would appear on the admission list of 'Qiming Key Martial Arts High School.'

And he, Li Weiguo, as one of this genius's early mentors, would share in the glory.

"Good kid, you didn't let me down."

He said softly, his voice filled with relief and pride.

"Now I can report to the principal without trouble."

He switched off the power to the testing device, hummed a tuneless little tune, and cheerfully turned off the last light in the hall.

"Click."

The alloy door slowly closed, locking the entire training hall, along with the record belonging to Qin Feng, into darkness.

(End of this chapter)