Chapter 4 Luo Feng's strength

After dinner, Dad, Mom, and younger brother "Luo Hua" headed downstairs for a stroll, while Luo Feng headed out to tutor.

Around 6 p.m., the sky was nearly pitch-black.

"This tutoring job has to end temporarily," Luo Feng thought, moving through the alleyways with the agility of a leopard. When faced with a dead end, he leaped two meters into the air, lightly touched the wall with his left hand, and propelled himself into another alley.

Sprinting ahead served as a warm-up for his tutoring session.

At this moment, Luo Feng maintained a speed of 15 meters per second, equivalent to 54 kilometers per hour. Though not his top speed, it was sufficient for a warm-up.

Breathless, he muttered to himself:

"One month left until the college entrance exams—I need to put tutoring on hold. Over the past half-year, I've earned 20,000 yuan. Last year, I earned the title of 'Advanced Student,' which made it easier to find tutoring work, teaching a young boy basic body movements. At 100 yuan per hour, five days a week, that adds up to just over 2,000 yuan a month. Dad works hard all day and only makes two to three thousand yuan a month. Just one hour of my tutoring earns more than he does... This is the gap between ordinary people and advanced martial arts academy students! If I could become a 'Warrior,' the difference would be staggering."

Luo Feng's eyes narrowed as a truck turned the corner ahead, blocking the road. Without slowing down, he sprinted, leaped three meters into the air, stepped twice on the wall, and landed gracefully to continue his dash. Moments later, he arrived at a serene residential complex.

"This is where Mom and Dad belong," he thought, gazing at the low-density neighborhood with its man-made ponds, lush greenery, and high-rise buildings equipped with sky gardens. Beyond the apartments were rows of townhouses.

He knew:

The Han country had six major bases, each a sprawling metropolis with populations reaching nearly 200 million, like Jiangnan City. Land was scarce, making townhouses and villas extremely expensive, with luxury taxes on standalone villas.

"Gatekeeper, I'm here to see unit 1801, building 18," Luo Feng said at the complex entrance.

After a brief pause, the security guard pressed a button, and a camera swiveled to focus on Luo Feng. The voice of the homeowner, 1801, crackled over the intercom: "It's Xiao Luo—let him in."

"Understood, sir," the guard responded immediately.

An hour later, Luo Feng emerged from the complex.

"Alright, tutoring's done. Time to check if my strength has improved at the martial arts academy."

The Ultimate Martial Arts Academy, Earth's largest, was founded by the world's strongest warrior, "Hong." Its branches spanned the globe.

With a tap of his student ID at the main entrance, Luo Feng entered the academy grounds. The massive complex loomed like a colossal beast, larger than a high school, with a gate wide enough for ten cars to pass side by side. Inside were three silver-gray buildings resembling spaceships.

"Senior brother!"

"Hello, senior brother!"

Dozens of academy students greeted Luo Feng warmly on the pathways and lawns, their respect palpable upon seeing his Advanced Student ID badge.

The academy comprised three main buildings: the elementary, intermediate, and advanced training halls. The advanced hall's first and second floors housed large lecture theaters capable of seating thousands, where instructors taught. The entire academy had around 30,000 students.

Students could enroll at 16 and were required to leave by 30 to free up resources.

Of the hundred or so advanced students, most were in their twenties, but Luo Feng was only 18.

"Hello, senior brother!"

As Luo Feng received respectful greetings, he climbed to the third floor of the advanced training hall—the only area accessible to advanced students. The spacious training hall, a hundred meters long and wide, was occupied by a dozen or so people.

"Crazy!"

"Crazy, you're here!"

The advanced students greeted him warmly. Calling out "Brother Wang, Brother Yang, Sister Li," Luo Feng felt a warmth in his heart. These older students, all over twenty, naturally welcomed the youngest member. While there were over a hundred advanced students in the district, most rarely attended without a teacher. Only those too poor to practice elsewhere would come to the hall.

"What a bunch of poor folks," Luo Feng thought. "We stick together because we're all in the same boat. I got the nickname 'Crazy' after defeating three wealthy advanced students in a fit of rage."

"How much progress have I made in the past half-month?" Luo Feng approached the corner's "Punch Power Tester," flanked by two machines used for assessments from intermediate to warrior-level tests.

He took a deep breath and relaxed, then suddenly tensed like a coiled spring. With a powerful leap, his right fist, like a bursting cannonball, arced through the air—

Bang!

The punch靶（target）jerked violently, and the screen displayed "809kg."

"Not bad, Crazy! You've broken the 800kg barrier," a tall, lean man with a狰狞（ferocious）scar on his face exclaimed, clapping. "Yang Ge," Luo Feng said with a smile, "I still have a long way to go compared to you. Could you please turn on the speed tester?"

Yang Wu, one of the top three advanced students and a bit lacking in speed, obliged.

To become a warrior, an advanced student needed to pass two assessments:

​Physical Fitness Test (Preliminary Warrior Assessment): Including strength (punch power), speed, and neural response. Luo Feng had already met the requirements in neural response but fell short in strength (900kg threshold) and speed (25m/s, equivalent to 100m in 4 seconds).​Combat Practical Test: Only those who survive real beast battles could earn the title of "Warrior."

"Ready?" Yang Wu asked as he activated the speed tester.

Luo Feng adjusted his breathing, stood on the 60-meter track, and exploded into motion. In the blink of an eye, he reached top speed, his legs pounding like pistons, and flew past the speed zone. He slowed down and approached the screen.

"23.8m/s," he read, his heart not fully satisfied. "Not bad," he muttered, knowing he still had room for improvement.