Unstoppable Crushing: Starting from Adding Points in Dreams-Chapter 362 - 209 Sparring? Why Humiliate Yourself?

Two days later.

[Extreme Martial: 6]

[Breakthrough: 26]

The information on the panel came into view, and Chen Feng shook his head.

"It’s getting less and less..."

The number of Extreme Martial Arts Halls in the dangerous area was decreasing, and he needed to break through the space barrier there as soon as possible.

Unconsciously, he raised his left hand and looked at the black crow mark on his palm.

The Extreme Fighting Fist and the Heavenly Gang Dominator Body techniques were incomplete, and there was still a long way to go before improving other talents.

The path of martial arts on Earth Star was about to reach its end, having opened two of the Three Gates of Grandmaster, yet the Divine Soul Gate remained unchanged.

"Star Soul Liquid...."

His eyes flickered, and he still had one opportunity for a second-time dream, recalling the treasure recorded in the dream journal that could strengthen the divine soul.

Because of the matter with the Ancient Civilization Relics, he hadn’t been able to use it, but now...

"I’ll think about it tonight."

Suppressing miscellaneous thoughts, he immediately rose and walked to the window of the Quiet Room.

As his gaze overlooked the outside world,

Under the azure sky, tall buildings stood, and flying cars pierced through the air.

Unknowingly, Nanjiang was undergoing ever greater changes.

Various large companies were establishing branches here, indirectly attracting a significant influx of outsiders.

"Is it because of Suluo, or is there another reason...?"

He squinted slightly, and Chen Feng’s intuition grew stronger.

He had a feeling there might be some secret; otherwise, why would the United Council be so mobilized, drawing so many large enterprises here to set up branches?

Shaking his head, uncertain of the answer, he thought, maybe when he truly becomes a council member, he might get some information.

Immediately, he suppressed his distracting thoughts.

Chen Feng tidied up and left the Quiet Room.

"Ha!"

"Not bad, let’s go again!"

"Boom!!"

Early in the morning, there was noise coming from the first floor of the Martial Arts Hall.

Cao Tong was sparring with Zhao Jushan, who had recently re-established himself and officially broke through to Entering Force Triple.

As he looked over, he could see Zhao Jushan’s skin bronze-yellow, standing still, making Cao Tong grimace in pain.

"No more, no more!"

"Senior Brother Zhao, you’re too unreasonable."

Cao Tong shook his hand, feeling a bit numb.

Zhao Jushan wasn’t angry at his words, but chuckled and said, "You’re suffering because your physique is weaker."

"After all, you’ve been at Entering Strength for a while, it’s time to train some Hard Skills properly, don’t waste your good physique."

Cao Tong pondered over these words, and some nearby core disciple coaches also seemed to realize something.

Back when the senior brother became a grandmaster, he had opened the Physical Gate.

Should they also align themselves in that direction?

Thoughts flashed across their minds, and a burly young man stood on the second floor, quietly shaking his head.

These guys... are about to be swayed by Zhao Jushan.

"Senior brother!"

"Senior brother!!"

Noticing his presence, everyone snapped out of it and called out repeatedly.

Nodding lightly, Chen Feng didn’t go anywhere, and someone went to the cafeteria to give orders, bringing breakfast.

Hot porridge, special jerky, and a secret medicine boiled with essence supplements, looking like a medicinal soup.

The entire school knew he needed a lot of essence now, so the diet was specifically prepared.

"This porridge...."

Chen Feng sat at the tea table in the next Quiet Room, looking at the hot porridge brought to him, puzzled.

This wasn’t the Silver Moon Porridge from the Flame Tiger Sect.

It contained golden grains of rice, with small mushrooms, meat snails, peony roots, and other ingredients.

Through perception, he could clearly feel that the porridge’s nutrition was far superior to Silver Moon Porridge.

"This is a secret recipe from the Golden Saber Sect, Golden Yuan Porridge, which they voluntarily offered."

Cao Tong, seemingly aligning himself with a secretary role, explained truthfully next to him.

"Oh?"

Somewhat surprised, Chen Feng asked further and learned the reason.

Ever since the death of the Golden Saber Master, the Golden Saber Sect declined significantly, and old enemies emerged one after another.

Coupled with pressure from the Giant Elephant Sect and the Whale Body Covering Sea School, a portion of them were gradually cleared out, and the rest wisely offered up various interests.

This included two of the Golden Saber Sect’s core true skills, which they ’borrowed’ and left copies of.

"Golden Blade Return to the Sect, Sword Technique True Skill."

"Golden Flowing Power, True Power, capable of directly reaching grandmaster."

Cao Tong handed over his phone, Chen Feng glanced at it twice, then lost interest.

He was well aware of the power of Extreme Fighting Fist and the Heavenly Gang Dominator Body, their effects far surpassed these true skills.

So, at the current stage, unless there was a true skill that opened the Divine Soul Gate or broke through to the Extreme Realm, he did not intend to consume Breakthrough or waste energy.

"What about the Flying Dragon Style?" Chen Feng asked.

Although Lu Xinglong was rumored to have luckily broken through the Divine Soul Gate, he still had some doubts privately.

He was also intrigued by the Dragon and Crane Skill, which could rapidly consume primordial energy and forcefully recover wounds.

"None."

Cao Tong shook his head helplessly. He had followed to Yun Gang partly for this reason.

They conducted investigations with two other schools over two days, but found nothing.

"Then Lu Xinglong was probably really lucky in breaking through."

"As for the Dragon and Crane Skill, he never left a legacy, perhaps he never got the chance...."

Cao Tong explained, and Chen Feng, having prepared for the worst, wasn’t too disappointed.

Lightly nodding and exchanging another couple of sentences, he noticed Cao Tong hadn’t left, which surprised him.

"Something else?"

"Yes, there’s one thing... but I’m not sure if I should mention it."

"Speak."

"There’s been a lead on Little Master Uncle’s matter, but... it’s not good."

....

....

"Onite, never thought you’d self-destructingly return."

Suluo, inside an underground base.

A red-haired woman with emerald green eyes, draped in a trench coat, tall in stature, stood before a giant projection screen.

Glimpsing around, there were numerous figures in combat uniforms coming and going.

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