'This can definitely become my ace in the hole, a killer move.'
As his Cultivation and Skill Proficiency grew, the power of this move would inevitably become more and more terrifying.
Han Feng toyed with the screw in his hand until his personal terminal sounded a low-battery warning. Only then did he realize it was already pitch black outside.
The walls and floor of the training room were riddled with the ugly craters he had left behind.
He stood stunned for a moment. 'I hope the cleaning crew doesn't show up tomorrow demanding compensation.'
Dragging his exhausted but fulfilled body, Han Feng returned to his C Level dorm.
A hot shower washed away the grime. He lay down on the soft bed, and his consciousness soon sank into darkness.
In his dream, he was once again ten thousand meters high in the sky.
Beneath him was no longer a cold, steel fighter jet, but a blood-red longsword that moved according to his will.
Soaring through the nine heavens.
...
「The next morning.」
