Gao Wu: Honey, don't cry, I'm truly invincible!

Back home, Qin Su tried to circulate his mental energy cultivation technique and could feel his mental energy growing stronger bit by bit.

However, after practicing for only a short time, he felt that the improvement of his mental power had become obscure and stagnant.

I checked the time; only half an hour had passed.

"According to the manual on mental power cultivation, the practice of mental power is extremely difficult. One can only cultivate for a short while each day before the body develops a 'physical barrier,' making it difficult to continue cultivating..."

Qin Su gave a wry smile. He hadn't felt anything after cultivating for so little time.

If only mental power could automatically increase like physical strength... Qin Su thought to herself, then yawned, feeling inexplicably sleepy.

"That's right. Cultivating mental power consumes a lot of energy, and you usually need to rest well afterward."

He lay down on his big bed and fell into a deep sleep.

A month later.

"Bang!"

The force measuring machine shook violently.

[Strength: 42,300 kilograms, Intermediate Martial Master level!]

Qin Su twisted her wrist, looked at her strength data, and nodded with satisfaction.

In the past month, his strength has doubled. Although he did not participate in the national martial arts examination, he has become someone that his peers cannot match, and he no longer needs to prove himself through the national martial arts examination.

Immediately afterwards, he closed his eyes, and his mental energy surged forth, condensing into an invisible fist, which once again slammed into the force measuring machine.

"Bang!"

[Strength: 362 kilograms, utterly insignificant!]

"Improving mental strength is indeed extremely difficult. After a month, it's only improved this little bit..."

Qin Su murmured to herself, manipulating a shimmering silver needle to quickly stab the iron stake in front of her.

This iron training dummy is the same as the one at Tianhe No. 1 Middle School. Qin Su specially exchanged it from Tianhe Martial Arts School in order to practice his mental power control.

Swish swish!

Enveloped in mental energy, the silver needle moved with incredible speed. Although there was only one needle, it created a dazzling effect, as if dozens of silver needles were flying through the air, drawing beautiful arcs.

Not long after, Qin Su stopped, feeling dizzy, clearly due to mental exhaustion.

"In one second, I manipulated the silver needles to pierce the iron man's stake more than three thousand times, but I can only maintain this high-intensity operation for one minute. After one minute, my mental energy will be exhausted."

"As expected, psychic power can only be used as a surprise attack. In a situation where the forces are evenly matched, it can disrupt the balance of power and allow me to seize the initiative, giving me a slight advantage..."

Qin Su pondered the positioning of mental power.

"Beep beep beep..."

Just then, the phone rang.

Qin Su picked it up and saw it was an unfamiliar number. Somewhat suspiciously, she answered the call.

"Is this Qin Su? Please bring your luggage and wait for the training camp shuttle bus at the south gate of the Twin Towers Plaza in the central district at 10:00 AM tomorrow."

A cold voice rang out from the other end of the phone, and before Qin Su could even speak, the voice quickly finished speaking and hung up.

"Is it the south entrance of the Twin Towers Plaza in Central District?"

A glint of light flashed in Qin Su's eyes. He had waited a month, and this moment had finally arrived.

He's here at the training camp.

The next day.

Qin Su got up early, which was unusual for her, and went to check on Ning Qiushui's room. Unexpectedly, Ning Qiushui had already left home to train.

In the past month, he has rarely seen Ning Qiushui. Often, Ning Qiushui would only come home after he had fallen asleep, and by the time he woke up the next day, Ning Qiushui would have already left.

"Why does it seem like Qiu Shui is working even harder than before?"

Qin Su muttered something to herself, sent a text message to Ning Qiushui about being selected for the training camp and going there to report for duty, and then went out.

It was the weekend, and the Petronas Twin Towers Plaza was packed with people because of its location in the city center.

Shortly after Qin Su arrived, a white van pulled up in front of him.

The driver's side window rolled down, revealing a cold yet familiar face.

It was Ye Han, Ning Qiushui's senior.

When Ye Han saw Qin Su, he was clearly taken aback, and a distinct look of surprise appeared on his usually expressionless face.

[How could someone so hopeless, needing a woman's protection, be selected for the training camp?]

Yes, he was once considered a prodigy, possessing some talent. He probably relied on his past foundation to luckily pass the initial selection.

[Heh, luck always runs out. Once you get to the training camp and compete with the geniuses of the entire Tianhe Base City, you won't have such good luck anymore.]

"Brother Ye."

Qin Suchong greeted him.

"Get in the car."

Ye Han withdrew his gaze from Qin Su, remaining as sparing with his words as ever.

After getting on the bus, Qin Su realized that there was another person in the bus, who looked to be about the same age as him.

"What are you standing there for? Close the car door."

Ye Han spoke with some impatience.

Qin Su quickly turned around and closed the door.

The van started wobblingly. Qin Su was still wondering why the training camp would use such a beat-up vehicle for special transportation when, in the next moment, the van shook violently, and a pair of wings slowly unfolded from both sides of the vehicle.

"boom--"

The engine roared, and the acceleration reached at least fifty G in that instant. Even with Qin Su's physique, he felt a sense of difficulty breathing.

It's important to know that even during rocket launches, astronauts only need to experience G-forces of 10 to 15.

That is to say, Qin Su is a martial artist. If it were an ordinary person, being subjected to such a high G value in an instant would probably shatter all their internal organs and bones, and they would die on the spot.

In the blink of an eye, the bread cart shot into the air and disappeared.

In less than ten minutes, the van slowly descended from the sky, the door opened, and a huge corpse of a source beast appeared before Qin Su's eyes.

A strong aura of malevolence swept over, involuntarily instilling a sense of despair in everyone.

Qin Su couldn't help but take a half step back.

The young man who got off the bus with him fared even worse; his legs buckled and he collapsed to the ground.

Their eyes were filled with fear as they looked at the corpse of the source beast.

"This is the beast king that Elder Yan killed back then. It was over 800 meters long and over 300 meters tall. Although only its skeleton remains now, it is extremely tough. Even a martial general-level expert could not shake it even if he used his full strength."

"Because Elder Yan and others discovered that it naturally possessed a peculiar pressure, and that being enveloped by this force field for a long time could promote the cultivation of martial artists, they transformed it into the headquarters of our training camp."

"The pressure field of this beast corpse that you are currently in contact with is less than one percent of its power. Only after you step into it, especially after you enter the special training room specially set up in the training camp, will you truly feel what the pressure of the Beast King is like."

"If you can't even handle this much, then you can leave."

Ye Han spoke coldly.