"What!"
Zhuge Tao suddenly stood up from his chair, his eyes wide, listening to the voice on the phone, finding it somewhat hard to believe!
"Say it again, I didn't hear clearly!"
Zhuge Tao took a deep breath, and on the other side, Wu Tong also said excitedly:
"Supervisor Zhuge, it's definitely correct.
I'm not sure about the perfect-level movement technique, as I can't tell without actual combat, but his punching power was clearly tested!"
"His basic punching power has exceeded the beginner War General level, reaching the intermediate War General category, and he has mastered the fifth level of Nine Heavy Thunder Blade, able to unleash punching power comparable to an elementary War God!"
Zhuge Tao slumped back into his chair, speechless for a long time, Wu Tong's voice constantly echoing in his mind.
"Nine Heavy Thunder Blade fifth level... perfect-level movement technique... punching power comparable to War God Level... What kind of monstrous prodigy is this..."
"No... something's not right... very wrong!!!"
"His Teacher..."
Zhuge Tao was startled at first, but quickly came back to his senses, feeling his scalp tingle.
If it was really as he suspected, then...
"Hello, President, I have an important situation to report to you..."
Zhuge Tao immediately called the President of the Limit Training Hall, Zhou Zhengyong, known as "Iron Hand", and quickly recounted the situation regarding Luo Feng and Zhou Ze.
"Ah?"
Zhou Zhengyong was extremely shocked.
"Is this really human?
Even the Hall Master back then was only this good..."
"An eighteen-year-old intermediate War General! Nine Heavy Thunder Blade fifth level, perfect-level movement technique, isn't this a bit exaggerated?"
Zhuge Tao reminded him: "President, Luo Feng has such strength at such a young age, his own talent is naturally extremely strong, but his Teacher's help to him cannot be underestimated either!"
Zhou Zhengyong thought for a moment and said: "I understand what you mean, but you don't understand.
For a martial artist, no matter how capable the Teacher is, they are only supplementary; the key still lies in the martial artist's own talent and effort."
Seeing that Zhou Zhengyong was somewhat dismissive, Zhuge Tao quickly added: "President, the martial artist actual combat assessment in February is the most convincing.
In this assessment, Yangzhou City actually produced several prospective martial artists with micro-level movement technique, and not only that, many of the prospective martial artists from Yangzhou City have quite impressive attack methods."
"The strength they demonstrated was significantly stronger than prospective martial artists from other regions..."
Zhou Zhengyong's expression became a little more serious: "Looking at it this way, that Zhou Ze indeed has unique insights in teaching, but you yourself said that he has no intention of going to the martial arts hall headquarters.
We can't just tie him up and take him to headquarters, can we?"
Zhuge Tao was silent for a moment, and Zhou Zhengyong smiled: "Alright, I'll personally call him and invite him then.
If he still refuses, don't blame me."
Zhou Zhengyong was in a good mood, after all, with such a prodigy like Luo Feng emerging, he would gain a lot of benefits.
As for Luo Feng's Teacher, Zhou Ze, although he was somewhat surprised, he consistently believed that Luo Feng's own talent was prodigious, and Zhou Ze merely played a relatively good auxiliary role.
In fact, this is also easy to understand, just like before the Great Nirvana, if a student could get into Tsinghua or Peking University, it could only be said that they originally possessed the learning talent to get in, and often, the more outstanding the student, the less significant the role played by the Teacher.
After hanging up the phone with the President of the Limit Training Hall, Zhuge Tao stood still for a moment in silence.
The President's words seemed very reasonable, but was it really the case?
He didn't think so!
Even if Luo Feng's own talent was indeed prodigious, his intuition told him that without Zhou Ze, Luo Feng wouldn't have reached such an exaggerated level.
"It's a pity, he has no desire for improvement, otherwise, no matter what, I'd have to give him a hand..."
Zhuge Tao sighed, feeling a bit helpless.
...
At the airport waiting area, the President of the Limit Training Hall and his three supervisors were waiting.
After a short while, a phantom appeared in the sky, and then a giant dark blue disc-shaped futuristic aircraft stopped overhead.
Beep!
The cabin door of the disc-shaped passenger plane opened, extending a staircase passage.
As several martial artists with extraordinary presence slowly walked down, a figure floated out from the cabin door, standing in mid-air, and then slowly descended.
"Envoy!"
Zhou Zhengyong and Zhuge Tao felt a sense of suffocation.
They never expected that Envoy Wang would personally come over.
However, they reacted quickly, all saluting in unison.
"Mm."
Envoy Wang nodded slightly.
"Luo Feng, is he here now?"
Envoy Wang was lean, with a handsome face, and was fiddling with prayer beads with one hand.
Even without deliberately revealing his aura, everyone present felt a tremendous pressure, like a deity; this was a suppression at the life level!
Even an invincible War God, as long as they haven't become Planet-level, will always just be "mortals", even if their combat power exceeds the lowest level Planet-level first stage, it is no different.
"Reporting to Envoy, we have already asked him to wait inside the training hall in advance."
Zhou Zhengyong replied respectfully.
"Mm, let's go."
Envoy Wang nodded, said nothing more, and got straight to the point.
...
Jiangnan Base City, Limit Training Hall.
Luo Feng was waiting here in the meeting room.
He was quite confident in his current strength and felt no nervousness about the upcoming assessment, but rather a sense of eagerness.
Soon, the President of the Limit Training Hall called, asking him to come out to greet them, and briefly explained who was coming.
"Envoy?"
Luo Feng's heart tightened slightly.
He naturally had some understanding of the positions in the martial arts hall.
An existence like an Envoy could only be held by someone who surpassed the War God Level.
He didn't expect that the person coming to assess him this time would actually be an Envoy!
"Hoo~"
Luo Feng took a deep breath, inevitably feeling a bit nervous, after all, it was his first time facing an existence of this level.
He quickly walked outside.
After not waiting long, a man in a black robe, surrounded by everyone, walked over.
He looked at Luo Feng and slowly spoke:
"Are you Luo Feng?"
Just by being stared at, Luo Feng felt as if he was separated from the world, an invisible pressure surging.
"Yes, Envoy!"
Luo Feng bowed respectfully.
"Let's go, to the training hall!"
Envoy Wang said indifferently and walked forward.
Following behind, Luo Feng arrived at the punching power testing machine in the training hall.
At Envoy Wang's signal, he began the test.
"Hoo!"
Taking a deep breath, Luo Feng calmed down and punched the target:
"16132kg."
"Use your power amplification!"
Envoy Wang nodded slightly.
"Haa!"
Luo Feng let out a low shout, mobilizing his internal force throughout his body, using the power amplification method of the Nine Heavy Thunder Blade fifth level.
His right arm instantly cut through space, producing a terrifying sonic boom, and the heavy punch, like a hammer, directly smashed onto the punching target.
"Boom~"
The entire punching target shook violently, falling backward, and then bounced back.
"68024kg."
Even though Envoy Wang was mentally prepared, seeing this number with his own eyes, his hand fiddling with the prayer beads couldn't help but pause.
At the age of eighteen, possessing the physical quality of an intermediate War General, and having mastered the Nine Heavy Thunder Blade fifth level.
According to the report, he also possessed perfect-level movement technique, which was indeed a bit exaggerated.
Moreover...
Others didn't see it, but he saw some even finer details.
"Jiang Li, spar with him."
Envoy Wang looked at a flat-haired young man beside him.
The flat-haired young man Jiang Li was stunned.
What a joke, although he was only an elementary War God, he was a genuine War God Level.
A mere intermediate War General level, no matter how talented, he could easily kill him in seconds.
However, since Envoy Wang had spoken, he could only comply.
