No one's perfect.
There are quite a few martial artists around the world whose physical growth is off the charts.
Take the Great Nirvana period, for example. In just a few short years, both Hong—the strongest man on Earth—and the second-ranked Thunder God rose to the Planetary Level. That kind of progress is monstrous. It proves that supergeniuses still walk this Earth.
That's not to say Wei Wen is on their level. But he's not far off.
Understanding something as advanced as microscopic movement depends not only on talent, but on how deeply someone can comprehend subtle principles. And Wei Wen? His physical capabilities grew fast. That says a lot about his genetic potential. Reaching microscopic movement at the age of 18? That's nearly unheard of.
Someone like Zhou Zhengyong—a God of War—wouldn't bat an eye at the average genius. But someone like Wei Wen, with the potential to qualify for the Elite Training Camp, is worth paying attention to.
That camp isn't just any academy—it's also known as the God of War Reserve. It's the most elite martial training program in the world, accepting only ten new recruits per year. Anyone who qualifies is the kind of person who could one day shape the course of human civilization.
In the original story, Luo Feng—just 19, a beginner-level Warlord with only level three mastery of the Ninefold Thunder Blade technique—was only granted an assessment.
Now compare that to Wei Wen.
He might not look as impressive as Luo Feng on the surface, but truth is, there aren't many like him worldwide. Geniuses with both overwhelming physical talent and deep comprehension ability? That's rare.
Even if Wei Wen didn't make it into the Elite Training Camp, getting into a regular foundational camp would be easy. A few years of training there, and he'd have no trouble breaking into the God of War level.
But if he does make it into the Elite Training Camp? Then it's practically guaranteed. And not just any God of War—he'd be an exceptional one.
Plus, he comes from Jiangnan Base City. That alone makes him a point of pride for the Jiangnan branch of the Dojo of Limits. How could Zhou Zhengyong possibly ignore someone like him?
"Old Bai, are you sure Jiang Nian's report about Wei Wen is accurate?" Zhou Zhengyong asked, clearly intrigued.
"I know Jiang Nian's character," the white-haired elder replied calmly. "And even if he lied, we'd find out later. What's the point of exaggeration?"
"Fair." Zhou nodded. "You've already arranged for Jiang Nian to bring the boy here, right?"
"Yes. Prepare yourself. I'll be testing him personally."
"Understood, President." Old Bai bowed and left.
Using his martial artist privileges, Instructor Jiang Nian brought Wei Wen by express train into the central district of Jiangnan City. Just an hour later, they arrived at one of the six remaining Base Cities in China.
From there, a dedicated vehicle from the Dojo of Limits took them straight to its headquarters.
"This," Jiang Nian explained, "is the Main Hall of the Dojo of Limits in Jiangnan Base City. Our central command."
Wei Wen followed, eyes taking in the sprawling complex.
Inside, Jiang Nian gave a quick crash course on martial artist rankings.
The world classifies fighters into three primary ranks—Warrior, Warlord, and God of War. Each of those ranks is further divided into Beginner, Intermediate, and Advanced, forming a nine-stage system in total.
That's Earth's naming convention.
Off-planet, this same structure is simply called the Apprentice Levels, from First Stage to Ninth Stage.
Above that lies the Planetary Level, known on Earth as the Councillor Level. Only a few dozen humans have ever reached it, and they currently represent the peak of Earth's power.
As they walked, Jiang Nian briefed Wei Wen on the general structure of the organization, leading him at last to the 31st floor of the headquarters building.
Ding.
The elevator doors slid open, revealing a massive training hall.
And at its center stood a man in a white training suit.
Wei Wen instantly recognized him. This was Zhou Zhengyong, an Intermediate-level God of War, and the director of Jiangnan's Dojo of Limits.
"You've arrived?" Old Bai greeted them with a smile. "Jiang Nian, this is the one?"
"Yes," Jiang Nian confirmed. "This is Wei Wen."
Zhou Zhengyong stood up from his seated position and studied the young man.
"I heard you used microscopic movement in your qualifying test?"
"Yes, I did," Wei Wen answered calmly.
"Good." Zhou's expression turned serious. "You've got real potential. You may very well qualify for our foundational training camp. Take this test seriously."
"Old Bai, begin the assessment. Let's start by measuring his Genetic Force-enhanced strength."
"Understood." Old Bai activated the nearby camera to record the results.
Wei Wen didn't waste time. He took a deep breath and approached the punch strength testing machine.
Everyone—Jiang Nian, Old Bai, and Zhou Zhengyong—watched in silence.
Wei Wen threw a full-force punch.
Bang!
The impact echoed through the room. A gust of air burst from the strike as the machine wobbled slightly.
The display lit up.
6406 kg.
"What?!"
Jiang Nian and Old Bai stared at Wei Wen like they'd just seen a ghost.
In the previous assessment, Wei Wen had punched a little over 1000 kg. Now, after his very first Genetic Force cultivation session, he jumped by over 5000 kg. That was absurd.
Even Luo Feng only gained about 2000 kg after his first absorption—and Luo Feng was a freak among freaks.
Wei Wen's case wasn't just rare in Jiangnan. It was rare worldwide.
"Looks like we've got another monster in Jiangnan Base City," Zhou muttered, impressed. "Continue. Let's test speed and neural response next."
Wei Wen stepped out of the neural reaction test chamber, breathing easier. His results were solid.
"Good thing I didn't choke at the key moment," Jiang Nian muttered with relief.
Psychological pressure can make even the best freeze up when it matters most.
The final stats were in:
Punching Power: 6406 kg
Speed: 80 meters per second
Neural Response: Top-tier Advanced Warrior, borderline entry-level Warlord
"Out of all the metrics, your neural response is actually the strongest," Zhou said, pleased. "Jiang Nian, your scouting work in Yi'an District just earned you a serious feather in your cap."
"It's all thanks to Wei Wen himself," Jiang Nian replied, pride in his voice. "His talent, discipline, and comprehension—he earned this."
"Wei Wen," Zhou turned back to him, "with this level of strength and your mastery of microscopic movement, we'll fast-track your entry into the Dojo of Limits. You'll be enrolled ahead of schedule."
"And don't worry about benefits—we're not offering you a bare-bones package. You're guaranteed a spot in the foundational training camp."
"Old Bai, get the paperwork ready. Follow the standard protocol—actually, upgrade it."
"Give him an initial funding package of 1 billion Chinese dollars. Also include an additional 1 billion's worth of credits for movement techniques, cultivation manuals, and combat skills."
"I'll cover the excess personally."
This level of investment wasn't standard. Not even close. But Zhou Zhengyong was clearly placing a personal bet on Wei Wen.
"Thank you, Director!" Wei Wen said sincerely.
"Once you reach the God of War level yourself," Zhou smiled, "you'll realize this kind of money is nothing."
"But listen—talent and potential will only get you so far. If you want to climb higher, you'll need to work much harder. Never stop pushing."
He paused.
"And if you keep improving at this pace… I might just be able to get you into the Elite Training Camp."
Wei Wen's eyes lit up.
"I will become a God of War, sir. I'll give it everything I've got."
He added, "It's only July 2nd. There's still a month until the field assessment. Is it possible to start training immediately—buy manuals and cultivate in advance?"
Since his recent rise, Wei Wen had developed a serious fear—the fear of not being strong enough.
No matter how gifted he was, he wasn't going to sit around waiting. He intended to earn his future.
There was another reason too. Helping Luo Feng now could benefit him indirectly.
What he didn't expect was that his choice… would also cause Luo Feng to become a full-fledged martial artist ahead of schedule.
"Easy." Zhou nodded.
"With your current power, you'd pass the field test effortlessly. I'll authorize it now—you're officially a martial artist of the Dojo of Limits."
That meant access to manuals, techniques, and training materials starting immediately.
Zhou waved it off like it was nothing. But Wei Wen knew exactly what it meant.
The path ahead had just opened wider than he ever imagined.