As soon as everyone stepped off the elevator, they heard sounds of fighting and screams coming from deep inside the 8th floor.
Wen Yang's expression immediately changed: "Please wait a moment, everyone, I'll be right back."
He quickened his pace and disappeared like a ghost.
The speed that burst forth in that instant startled everyone slightly.
They then realized that Wen Yang, who had been so amiable throughout the journey, actually possessed such terrifying strength. His speed was enough to crush most third-tier spirit masters.
"Such speed! This Mr. Wen must also be a third-level Spirit Master, and one of the best among them. As expected of the headquarters, I didn't expect that the people they sent to pick us up were all third-level."
"You know, in other cities, a Tier 3 would basically be a captain-level figure, but at headquarters, they're just receptionists," Xiao Chuxia said, somewhat surprised.
Yang Ming said, "Is now the time to be surprised by Wen Yang's strength? Aren't you curious about who dares to fight here? If you're not curious, then I'll go and see."
With that, Yang Ming transformed into a bystander and strode towards the depths of the 8th floor.
The others exchanged glances and followed suit; it's human nature to be a gossipmonger.
Although Fang Xiu was also in the group, a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes.
Gravity?
He was absolutely certain that he hadn't misread it; Wen Yang's ability was gravity!
That's right, it's the same ability Ma Xingbang used to plagiarize.
Wen Yang's speed is so fast because he uses the ability to manipulate gravity, just like when he fought Ma Xingbang.
Ma Xingbang halved his own weight, thereby increasing his speed.
Upon seeing the ability related to gravity, Fang Xiu couldn't help but make many connections.
First and foremost, it's safe to say that Wen Yang is probably a problematic person.
Ma Xingbang is Yan Changshou's man, and he also copied Wen Yang's abilities. Perhaps the two are connected, and Wen Yang may also be Yan Changshou's man.
Of course, ability doesn't prove anything, but what Fang Xiu doubted most was Wen Yang's personality.
It's not that he has a bad personality, but rather that he's too good.
A spirit master who behaves normally is the most abnormal one.
Soon, the group caught up with Wen Yang.
A young man covered in blood and wounds was standing on someone, laughing wildly. Such terrible injuries would have killed an ordinary person eight hundred times over, but this man laughed with great vigor and arrogance.
There were also many spirit masters watching the spectacle all around, as well as a team of soldiers with tense expressions and submachine guns in hand.
"Hahaha... I've heard so much about Wu Xin, the master of deception, but I'm truly disappointed to meet him today."
Wu Xin, the man pinned to the ground, was enraged and cursed, "Chu Feng! If you have the guts, let me go, or I'll kill you!"
He struggled incessantly, his right arm covered in jet-black scales, gripping Chu Feng's foot tightly.
Crackling sounds echoed continuously, but Chu Feng remained unmoved, continuing to laugh wildly.
"Kill me? I'm immortal! The one who can kill me hasn't been born yet!"
"Stop!" Wen Yang said angrily.
However, no one paid any attention to him.
Spirit Masters are a group of eccentric individuals; to put it bluntly, they are all troublemakers and difficult to manage.
A flash of anger crossed Wen Yang's eyes: "Twenty times the gravity!"
boom!
A powerful gravitational field descended upon Chu Feng and Wu Xin, pinning them firmly to the ground.
"Headquarters regulations prohibit infighting among investigators, especially during training. If you two continue to ignore this advice, headquarters will revoke your training qualifications."
"Tch, are you kidding me? I'm the victim here. Look at my injuries, I'm practically dead." Chu Feng was pinned to the ground but still looked disdainful.
"I'll say it one last time: internal strife is prohibited."
"Alright, alright, I know. There's no point in fighting a defeated opponent like me."
"Chu Feng, for the sake of headquarters, let's let this go. But I'm telling you, don't leave after the training!"
Wen Yang slowly released the pressure of gravity, and the two of them grimaced as they got up from the ground. Although they didn't fight again, they continued to hurl insults at each other, using the most offensive language possible, cursing each other's family history, and almost spitting on each other.
The surrounding spirit masters were filled with disappointment.
Some even said it was meaningless.
"There's no point in fighting anymore, let's all disperse and go our separate ways."
Afterwards, Wen Yang gave the two a few more warnings and then told them to go back to their respective rooms.
He returned to Fang Xiu and the others with an apologetic expression.
"I'm sorry to have made you all laugh. With so many Spirit Masters gathered together, some trouble is inevitable. The one who caused trouble just now is called Chu Feng, nicknamed the Undying. He claims that his ability is immortality. It is precisely because of his immortality that he is extremely arrogant. He has been here for three days and has been provoking people every day."
In particular, they provoke those renowned spirit masters, trying to climb to the top by stepping on them.
In his words, "I, Chu Feng, never challenge nobodies."
Wen Yang smiled helplessly, then pointed to his head, clearly indicating to everyone that Chu Feng was mentally ill.
With that, he led everyone to his room.
"Mr. Fang Xiu, this is your room."
Whether intentionally or unintentionally, this time he didn't call him Mr. Fang, but Mr. Fang Xiu.
As expected, the moment Fang Xiu's name was mentioned, the Spirit Masters who were about to return to their rooms stopped in their tracks, their gazes—some subtle, some fiery, some icy—focusing on Fang Xiu.
Although Wen Yang's voice wasn't loud, don't forget that everyone living here is a Spirit Master, and all of them are top talents from all over the country. Some are incredibly strong, and some have extraordinary potential. They are all sharp-witted and quick-witted, so naturally they wouldn't miss Fang Xiu's name.
This name is well-known to them. Throughout the country and even the world, who doesn't know the name of the prophet Fang Xiu, who solved an S-level bizarre incident with the strength of a second-level spirit master?
If we were to name the most famous person from this training program, it would undoubtedly be Fang Xiu.
Most of the spirit masters who came to participate in the training had the idea of seeing it before they could leave. Who wouldn't want to see it if they could foresee the future?
It's like people hearing about a Taoist priest whose fortune-telling is extremely accurate; whether you believe it or not, you want to have your fortune told.
Fang Xiu calmly looked at Wen Yang and took the room key from his hand.
Wen Yang seemed to realize that he had said the wrong thing and looked apologetic.
At this moment, Chu Feng, who had previously left with an air of indifference, turned around and continued walking towards Fang Xiu with the same air of indifference.
Seeing this, Wen Yang immediately scolded, "Chu Feng, what are you doing? Go back right now!"
Chu Feng smiled maliciously: "What can I do? Just say hello."
As he spoke, his injuries began to heal at a visible speed, and his blood was absorbed into his body.
In the blink of an eye, he went from being critically injured and on the verge of death to being perfectly fine.
He looked Fang Xiu up and down with a very flippant gaze.
"So your name is Fang Xiu? I heard you've been making headlines lately!"
(This is the fourth update. If I don't drink tomorrow, I'll continue with four updates. I mean it!)
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