The slender boy, known as the "Cobra" in the Yian District, had made a name for himself with his exceptional flying knife skills. Since the other inmates had started to attack Luo Feng in a frenzy, the Cobra had been looking for the perfect opportunity to strike. And now, just as Luo Feng was getting into the heat of the fight, the time had come—

He made his move!

The throw was incredibly cunning. As the knife flew out, it was blocked by the body of an inmate, which allowed Luo Feng to remain unaware of the incoming threat.

Whoosh! A glimmer of cold light flashed!

The flying knife shot through the crotch of an inmate who had been tossed into the air, and by the time Luo Feng noticed it, the knife was only two meters away!

“Not good!”

“There’s no time.” Luo Feng’s reflexes were quick, but there was no way he could move his body out of the way in such a short amount of time.

The knife wasn’t aimed at a vital spot, but it was heading straight for Luo Feng’s right shoulder.

“No!” Luo Feng's eyes widened. For a martial artist, the arm wielding a weapon was crucial. Luo Feng used his right hand to wield a knife. If the knife pierced his right shoulder joint, shattering the bone, he wouldn’t be able to perform any knife techniques or fight monsters for several months.

In other words, if he got hit, he would miss the martial arts practical exam on August 1 and would have to wait until February 1 of next year.

“No! Get away, clear out!!!”

In the face of the flying knife’s astonishing speed, with only a two-meter distance, Luo Feng’s mind couldn’t even process the consequences. At this critical moment, he focused all his energy and strength, locking his gaze on the knife with only one goal, one belief—

Dodge the knife, he couldn’t let it hit his shoulder!

“Pfft!”

Just as the knife was about to strike Luo Feng, it mysteriously changed direction, brushing past his shoulder instead of piercing it. It merely grazed the surface of his skin, causing a small amount of blood to stain his shirt.

“Everyone down, everyone down!”

“Hurry, get down!”

At this moment, a large number of guards armed with assault rifles rushed into the hall. All the inmates who had been frantically attacking immediately complied and crouched down, including the slender boy known as the "Cobra," who looked at Luo Feng in shock: “How could this happen? How did my knife miss?”

Seeing the guards arrive, Luo Feng quickly crouched down.

“How did that knife change direction?” Luo Feng wondered, but at that moment, an unbearable pain shot through his head without warning. It felt as if a sharp spike was drilling into his mind, causing his entire body to convulse uncontrollably before he collapsed to the ground.

“What’s going on?”

“Get over here.”

The guards who had managed to regain control of the situation were startled to see Luo Feng, whose entire body had turned crimson, beads of sweat pouring from him, even blood oozing out, quickly soaking his clothes. His veins bulged like snakes writhing under his skin, making him look terrifying.

“This is bad; he’s passed out from the pain.”

“Quick, get him to the medical room.”

The guards were taken aback by Luo Feng’s condition. Even though he had lost consciousness, his body remained crimson.

In Luo Feng’s mind, powerful mysterious energy surged continuously, flooding every part of his body. Under the influence of this mysterious power, his bones, organs, blood, muscles, and skin were all undergoing drastic changes, with every cell transforming at a pace a hundred to a thousand times faster than when he cultivated his genetic potential. Normally, such violent changes would overwhelm the body, causing it to collapse.

Yet, despite the twitching, blood oozing, and trembling bones, Luo Feng didn’t show any internal injuries.

“Careful, take him to the medical room,” the guards lifted Luo Feng and transported him there.

The details of the large-scale brawl were quickly compiled.

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Evening, 8 PM.

In a quiet three-story building within the detention center, a two-hundred-inch screen hung on the wall, playing a movie.

“Pause.”

A middle-aged man in a bathrobe sitting on the couch spoke, and the movie came to an abrupt stop. Just then, a knock echoed from outside.

“Come in.” The door swung open, and a man in military uniform walked in, respectfully reporting, “Director, we’ve gotten to the bottom of the recent brawl. It was instigated by someone named Zhou Huayang targeting the young man Luo Feng. However, the outcome was that many were injured by Luo Feng, with several seriously hurt.”

“Zhou Huayang? That brat, relying on his family’s influence, is really getting bold,” the man in the bathrobe said indifferently.

“Though Zhou Huayang organized it, we suspect the one truly trying to harm Luo Feng is a young man named Zhang Haobai.” The officer continued, “We reviewed Luo Feng’s records, and his detention was also related to Zhang Haobai. It’s highly likely Zhang Haobai sought Zhou Huayang’s help.”

Currently, there were six base districts in the entire Huaxia nation.

Due to an unprecedented gathering of humanity, the government's control over its citizens had intensified.

“However, Director, from our investigation of the brawl scene—those metal benches and tables that were dented from punches—our assessment is that Luo Feng's physical abilities have definitely reached the level of a martial artist.” The officer said firmly, noting that the furniture in the detention center was made of metal.

Luo Feng’s punches had dented the metal tables, and one chop had even broken a metal bench.

How terrifying!

“A martial artist level?” The usually composed middle-aged man suddenly stood up, frowning at the officer. “Are you sure?”

“Absolutely sure!” the officer affirmed. “I just called the Thunderbolt Association and the Extreme Martial Association for verification. Luo Feng just passed the preliminary martial artist assessment, and he’s already qualified! It’s just that this hasn’t been updated in his citizen identification information yet; I believe it will be recorded soon.”

“A preliminary martial artist? What’s he doing in a detention center?” The middle-aged man frowned. “If this escalates, it could get troublesome.”

Martial artists, regardless of their affiliations, valued their rights deeply.

If a martial artist were to suffer at the hands of the police, there would surely be widespread dissatisfaction among all martial artists, leading to significant trouble. After all, the police had no right to detain martial artists.

“Where is Luo Feng now?” the middle-aged man asked.

“Luo Feng has had a peculiar headache since childhood. It acted up during his college entrance examination, and it just occurred again. However, he’s now stable, recovering in the medical room, still unconscious,” the officer replied.

The middle-aged man pondered briefly before ordering, “Immediately transfer Luo Feng to the nearby military hospital and provide him with first-class care! Once he awakens, you will personally apologize on my behalf. Tomorrow morning, we’ll contact the Extreme Martial Association to clarify this matter. We must minimize the incident! Then, send him home.”

“Yes, Director.” The officer immediately took his leave.

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Late at Night.

In a quiet bedroom, Luo Feng’s eyes fluttered open.

“Hmm? Where am I?” Luo Feng regained consciousness and scanned his surroundings. The spots on the window bars were distinctly clear, and the sounds from neighboring houses watching TV were surprisingly loud. He could even hear conversations from pedestrians on the street at night.

“Wait, it’s not that the sounds are loud. My hearing has significantly improved.”

Luo Feng got out of bed, standing in the room and looking around. His vision, hearing, and even sense of smell had astonishingly enhanced.

“How did that flying knife suddenly change direction?” Luo Feng vividly recalled the moment; had the knife not altered its path, it would have definitely pierced his shoulder.

His gaze landed on a nearby stool, and a thought crossed his mind, instantly controlling it with an unseen force.

Whoosh!

In the dead of night, the stool floated into the air.

“Hmm? What’s happening?” Luo Feng jumped in shock. “Can I control objects to float?”

From the initial shock, Luo Feng gradually calmed down, carefully reflecting on the sequence of events: “The knife changing direction must be due to my mental powers; otherwise, it’s inexplicable. But how can I control objects from a distance?”

“Earlier, I fainted from the headache. My newfound ability to control objects must be related to that. Right now, my mind feels so comfortable; it seems I’ve never felt this good in years.” Luo Feng felt as if a shackled lock had been opened, making him feel immensely relieved.

“I can control objects; how powerful is this ability?”

With a thought, Luo Feng focused on the bed beside him, and suddenly the entire bed began to float. He then turned his gaze to the television cabinet, which also levitated. Soon, three chairs, a coffee table, and the wardrobe all floated off the ground.

Before long—

Almost all the items in the bedroom were hovering, as if they were in space without gravity.

“Controlling so many floating objects doesn’t feel difficult at all?” Luo Feng walked slowly to the balcony, where the night was eerily quiet. His gaze fell on the railing, and he concentrated.

Crack!

A steel column on the railing slowly rotated, then detached from the railing. Under Luo Feng's gaze, the front end of the steel column began to twist and sharpen, transforming into a sharp steel spike. Everything was suspended in mid-air, controlled by an invisible force.

“Go!” With a thought, Luo Feng commanded.

The steel spike shot down like lightning towards a rockery in the community below. At an astonishing speed, the spike instantly pierced through the giant stone on the rockery. After penetrating the stone, the spike returned to continue piercing through the same stone.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The steel spike became countless phantoms, frantically shooting through the rockery as if it were being hit by a barrage of armor-piercing rounds. Soon, the entire rockery resembled a sieve.

"Boom!" Suddenly, a deep explosion echoed.

The rockery, standing two to three meters tall, completely shattered into countless fragments, while the steel spike that Luo Feng had controlled also disintegrated into fine powder.

“Who did this?”

“Woo, woo~~” An alarm sounded throughout the military sanatorium, bright searchlights turned on, and numerous guards armed with firearms rushed over.

Luo Feng, however, curled his neck in fright, quickly slipped into his room, and lay down on the bed, stunned. “That giant stone, at least one or two meters thick, was instantly pierced! The power of my controlled steel spike is comparable to that of armor-piercing rounds from a heavy sniper rifle. This is because the spike wasn't sturdy or sharp enough; otherwise, it wouldn’t have turned into powder.”

“If I pierced through more than a hundred times in an instant, doesn’t that mean I shot through a hundred armor-piercing rounds at once?” Luo Feng was completely astonished by his own ability.

This kind of power...

It was too incredible.

……

In the sanatorium's community, many guards gathered around the shattered rockery.

“What... what happened here?” The once beautiful rockery, standing two to three meters tall and several meters wide, had completely turned into rubble, shattered to bits.

“Is this... was it hit by a missile?”

These guards, armed with real weapons, could hardly comprehend what could cause a rockery to disintegrate into rubble in an instant.