"I…" The girl was suddenly stumped by this question, as if she hadn’t expected his reply to be so… smooth. She said, "It’s my turn to ask you now."
What she got in response was Fēng Yì’s counter-question: "So, I don’t have to answer you, do I?"
"Wait! Hey!" Seeing him leave without a backward glance after speaking, she couldn’t help but shout, "My dad owns this gym."
This was quite something. The other party started bragging about their parents. Unfortunately, Fēng Yì had no such advantage and surrendered, saying, "Alright, alright. My name is Yì Fēng. What do you need from me?"
"I… I need you…" The girl looked completely bewildered, her mind unable to organize a response. The sudden change caught her completely off guard. "Can’t you resist at all?" After a few seconds, she finally started searching her memory for information about Yì Fēng, muttering the name, only to find it completely blank. She had never heard of this name before. She then asked, "Anyone who can reach this point must be extraordinary. Are you an elite soldier?"
"No."
"Are you a martial artist?"
"No."
"Then you must be a student at Fenglei Military Academy, right?"
"No."
"Are you lying? Ordinary people can’t get here. I want to know your identity."
"My identity? A man who upholds justice. That’s all."
The girl realized this guy was full of nonsense. Apart from elite military soldiers and a few martial artists, few could reach the fourth level of the gravity chamber. Even special recruits from Alpha Planet’s Fenglei Military Academy, one of the Federation’s seven major military schools, would find it difficult. Moreover, he was so young. This guy was lying.
Assuming her guess was correct, this person must be a student from Fenglei Military Academy. The reason was simple. First, soldiers in plain clothes stand straight and walk with discipline, habits formed over long periods. Analyzing his movements, he was clearly not a soldier. Second, he was not a martial artist; martial artists possess a calm aura and agile bodies, with often uncoordinated and calloused palms and fingers.
Therefore, she could only associate him with a special recruit from Fenglei Military Academy. Typically, special recruits were individuals with extraordinary talent, destined to become future military officers or soldiers. Due to their innate gifts, many achieved great rewards with little effort. The identity of the person before her probably needed no further guessing.
As the war situation continued to evolve, the number of new students admitted to Fenglei Military Academy in recent years had increased severalfold compared to previous years. As the saying goes, times create heroes. Talents flocking in, and even scions of prominent families, all wished to make a name for themselves at Alpha, the primary star system’s military academy. Currently, the disciplinary committee within the academy, belonging to the Texas family, was actively recruiting. If the person intended to conceal his identity, further questioning would be futile. If this individual had no background, she must report this to her young lady and keep an eye on him for potential use.
The girl’s formerly cold demeanor changed to a slight smile. "Handsome, could you leave your contact information? An email would be fine."
Fēng Yì politely declined. It wasn’t that he was unwilling to give it, but he genuinely didn’t have any. As a penniless bachelor, perhaps Lord Fēng’s only asset was his handsome face, full of manly charm.
Only after leaving Fēng Yì did he shake his head and smile. How could a true master expose their aura for others to scrutinize? Full of helplessness, he soon arrived at the fifth floor. No one was there. The sixth floor was also empty. Fēng Yì decided to adapt to the six-times gravity. Under high gravity, everyone’s body needed a slow adaptation process. From then on, he would rest briefly on each level.
It was not until he reached the nine-times gravity zone that Fēng Yì felt a heavy oppressive force sweep over him. Every nerve in his body was resisting an unprecedented pressure. He stayed in the nine-times gravity zone for a full half hour before getting up and continuing to break through to the tenth, eleventh, twelfth floors…
This sustained exposure to high gravitational load was usually impossible for pilots or even mobile suits. The circular motion of fighter jets and the rapid leaps of mobile suits were only momentary bursts, fluctuating around 8G. If converted by law, Fēng Yì could briefly withstand gravity increases of nearly twenty times. Scientific madmen had conducted research; jumping from a height of half a meter in 10G gravity was basically seeking death.
At this moment, the gravity chamber lights had turned a striking dark red. Even with Fēng Yì’s solid foundation, it became incredibly strenuous. He felt his body sink downwards. The slowly seeping sweat dripped to the ground with a crisp sound. His breathing became heavier, his vision gradually blurred, and a sense of dizziness followed. This was likely the limit he could currently endure.
Through the screen, the monitoring beauty was utterly astonished! God, what was she seeing? Since the gym opened, let alone entering the 12G gravity, few people had even come to the 6G area. Yet, he had stayed under such high intensity for a full two hours. This was absolutely big news.
Unfortunately, the surveillance camera could never capture his full face. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, he always adjusted his body when the camera moved, only revealing a cool profile. Was it coincidence or… Hmph! No matter what, she refused to believe it. If he wanted to hide, she would broadcast the news so everyone would know that a mysterious master had come to the gym.
Admittedly, Fēng Yì felt there was still much he had to learn. But undeniably, this guy was indeed a master. As a master, perceiving his surroundings was merely a basic reflex. He didn’t have the humble awareness of being spied on like a fool all along. To reduce exposure, he temporarily decided to switch to a different gym next time.
Seeing that the time was about right, before leaving, Fēng Yì flicked his middle finger at the surveillance camera. Then he walked out of the room, grabbed the safety bar with his backhand, leaped up, and dived straight down.
Boom! A muffled thud echoed from the ground. Upon landing, Fēng Yì used his momentum to perform two consecutive evasive maneuvers to cushion the impact, then disappeared into the crowd. His fluid movements were as swift as lightning.
"Wow! Someone jumped off!" The pedestrians on the street hadn’t recovered from their shock when a scream came from the gym. The crowd followed and went out, but they didn’t see a thing.
Upon returning to the martial arts hall, Fēng Yì, familiar with the way, rushed to the restaurant, only to be blocked by the restaurant auntie with a resentful look. She angrily said, "Mealtime is over. Give me an explanation."
"This…" Fēng Yì scratched his head. "I encountered a lost puppy while walking."
"Don’t try to deceive me. In all my years, I’ve never seen a dog."
"That’s why…" Fēng Yì saw he couldn’t continue the story and was about to enact his escape plan.
The kind auntie, however, grabbed his hand and said, "Alright, alright, go in quickly. Remember, don’t let it happen again."
Looking at all this through the gauze window, the Old Curator felt both helpless and speechless. Why hadn’t this brat’s habitual lateness improved at all?
It was noon when Shèng Qiángwēi, a student at the military academy, took special leave to come to the Kung Fu Ancient Martial Arts Dojo. She couldn't let go of her anger and insisted on observing Fēng Yì’s fighting style when he sparred with Emily. After waiting for a long time, she finally saw this scoundrel! The two hid in an inconspicuous corner, observing secretly…
"Wēiwei, why do we have to wait for him here?"
"Of course we have to wait. What if that kid runs off? Where would we find him? We can’t get into the restaurant now."
"I think he’s not the kind of person you imagine."
"Humph, you can know a person’s face but not their heart."
"Alright." With a faint sigh, Emily wore an expression of defeat. A large exclamation mark seemed to appear in the air.
Shèng Qiángwēi made a shushing gesture: "Shh… he’s here."
At the same time, Fēng Yì, walking out of the restaurant, sneezed inadvertently. Was someone talking about him? He stopped in his tracks, and his voice clearly reached the two: "Stop hiding. Weren’t you waiting for me?"
"Of… of course, it’s classmate Fēng," said Emily, poking her head out from behind the bushes.