Chapter 11

Three days is simply too short; no one can be confident that they can advance in just three days.

Even fewer people have the confidence to say they can advance from the Force Warrior Realm to the Qi Warrior Realm in these three days.

Shen Lang naturally doesn't have such confidence either, after all, he is a Heavenly Pulse Saint Body, which is quite special.

However, three days is enough for him to cultivate the powerful techniques in his mind.

The cultivation techniques of the Starry Continent are divided into the Mortal Level, Mystic Level, Earth Level, and Imperial Level, and the gap between each level is almost insurmountable. Even if Shen Lang cannot advance to the Qi Warrior Realm, using a Heavenly Level technique to deal with a Qi Warrior Realm Shen Jianfeng who only knows Mortal Level techniques is actually quite unfair.

If he really uses the blade technique that he used against Hongyu, Shen Jianfeng would have no way to defend against it.

However, Shen Lang doesn't want to split him in half, nor does he want to do such a thing in front of the old fellows of Tayan Academy.

Fighting is not prohibited by the academy, but killing is a different matter.

Moreover, if he uses too high-level techniques and gets discovered by those old fellows, it could cause a lot of trouble.

Solving the small trouble of Shen Jianfeng and bringing about a bigger one is not what Shen Lang wants.

Now that he has a martial soul and has solved the problem of not being able to absorb spiritual energy, he might as well cultivate well for these three days.

If he really can't handle it, he will consider using higher-level techniques.

Shen Lang walked straight to the academy's gravity training hall. Although this training hall requires contribution points, even without contributions, every student has three days of training points each month, otherwise, he wouldn't have mentioned "three days" to Shen Jianfeng.

Entering the training hall, Shen Lang looked around and saw various teleportation arrays engraved on the bluestone floor, each leading to different gravity zones.

Although he was extremely unfamiliar with this place, he was still aware of the rules here.

After a brief look, he chose an array marked with "Tenfold Gravity Chamber," took out his crystal card, and lightly swiped it in the slot in front of the array. The slot glowed, and a water-blue light rose from the array, enveloping him.

His figure soon faded and disappeared inside the gravity hall.

Shen Lang felt a slight dizziness, and the next moment, as soon as his feet touched the ground, he felt an astonishing tearing force from the ground, causing his entire body to collapse, all his flesh squeezed together, almost making him fall to the ground!

"Phew! My physical body is too weak; tenfold gravity almost made my meridians unable to withstand it..."

Although Shen Lang was mentally prepared, he still ended up in a very awkward state, his face pale and terrifying, his whole body trembling like he had a fever.

He forced himself to stand straight and looked around, seeing that the tenfold gravity area was much larger than the outside, divided into training rooms numbered from one to three hundred.

At the moment, many people were waiting in the public area without rooms, and when they saw him enter, they only raised their eyebrows slightly, not paying much attention.

However, some people, seeing his staggering and extremely awkward state, couldn't help but look him up and down, and one of them laughed out loud.

"Haha, look, isn't that Shen Lang, the 'Sleeping God' of the first class of Martial Way? What a rare guest, he actually came to the gravity chamber to cultivate?"

"Are you sure? That guy is a waste without a martial soul, and it's said he is a Heavenly Pulse Saint Body, unable to retain spiritual energy, always eating and sleeping. How could he come here?"

"It's definitely him. My sister is in his class, and I've seen him a few times. I never thought I would meet him in the tenfold gravity chamber, which requires at least the Fifth Heaven of the Force Warrior Realm to enter. He has been lingering at the Second Heaven of the Force Warrior Realm, so it must be a miracle..."

"I heard that this waste beat up Shen Daofeng in the back mountain yesterday evening. I wonder if it's true."

"You must be mistaken. Shen Daofeng is at the Ninth Heaven of the Force Warrior Realm. If anyone was beaten, it would be Shen Lang. Look at him now, walking like an old man, ready to fall to the ground at any moment. Haha!"

Shen Lang coldly glanced at those who were pointing and whispering about him, and walked straight to the twenty-fifth training room. After cultivating the "Sleeping Arhat Technique" for so many years, in terms of mental energy, even a freak like Chu Qingcheng, who has reached the Sixth Heaven of the Qi Warrior Realm, might not be able to match him. Under his mental energy's scan, the person in the twenty-fifth room was already packing up and preparing to leave.

The people sitting on the ground, while pointing and whispering, were all puzzled. The door to the twenty-fifth room was closed. What was this guy doing running over there? Was he planning to wait at the door?

Cultivation is unpredictable. Some people stay for ten days or more. Who would sit at the door waiting? Besides, there are rules here that you can't cross the yellow line in the middle.

"Click!"

Just as Shen Lang slowly approached the twenty-fifth training room, the door opened, and a pale, sweaty man staggered out.

"Damn!" The people who were looking around were stunned. The next moment, several people stood up and rushed over to block Shen Lang.

"Are you Shen Lang? Junior Shen Lang, let's talk about who came first. We've been waiting here for a long time. Let this training room to us," one of the blue-shirted young men said with a smile.

Although his words sounded polite, there was a tone that didn't allow for refusal, as if he wasn't really asking for Shen Lang's opinion.

"Kid, the tenfold gravity chamber is not a place for a waste like you. Even if you go in, you won't last a few minutes. Be sensible and give it up, or I'll throw you out," another burly young man said more directly.

"My name is Shen Lang," Shen Lang said with a smile.

The burly young man was taken aback: "What do you mean?"

The next second, before he could react, his eyes blurred, and he suddenly felt his collar being grabbed, then he was thrown out like he was flying, landing heavily on the ground with a thud!

"My point is, remember that I threw you, my name is Shen Lang. Next time you see me, stay away."

The crowd that had gathered around instinctively scattered, keeping a distance from Shen Lang, all of them looking at the person he had thrown out in disbelief.

"How is this possible? Sun Yunlong is at the Sixth Heaven of the Force Warrior Realm and has been cultivating here for at least three months. How could he be thrown out so easily?"

"Is this kid really at the Second Heaven of the Force Warrior Realm? I didn't even see his move clearly. It was so fast! And his precision was unbelievable, not giving Sun Yunlong a chance to resist!"

Everyone's eyes showed a hint of fear.

A hint of mockery appeared in Shen Lang's eyes. Although the "Heavenly Mountain Grappling Technique" is not a high-level technique in major sects, in such close proximity, even if the opponent was prepared, he couldn't escape being thrown.

"Brat, are you tired of living?" Sun Yunlong's face was twisted in anger. He rolled on the ground a few times and immediately got up, rushing over and throwing a punch at Shen Lang.

"Dragon Elephant Divine Fist, Dragon Elephant Power Strikes the Stars!"

A giant image formed on his fist, breaking the air with a terrifying force.

"Damn, Sun Yunlong is really angry. He used his ultimate move right away. If this punch lands, a regular Force Warrior at the Fifth Heaven would not be able to withstand it. Even if he doesn't break bones, he'll spit blood."

"This kid is in trouble. Although his technique was impressive, he was struggling to move when he came in. In his current state, he can't dodge this punch. If he gets hit, he'll be crippled or worse!"

"Sun Yunlong is really patient, cultivating the Dragon Elephant Divine Fist to the third form and hiding it. If not for Shen Lang throwing him, he wouldn't have used it. This powerful punch is impossible for a regular person to resist. This kid is in big trouble..."

As the crowd discussed, a cruel satisfaction appeared in Sun Yunlong's eyes. He didn't believe that this punch wouldn't break a few of the waste's bones.

However, what puzzled him was that Shen Lang just looked at him indifferently, showing no intention of moving or dodging.

"This kid can't move, ha, he can't move! He was struggling to move when he came in. But why do I feel something is off with his eyes? Why do his eyes make me feel like facing an ancient beast, making me cold all over... Never mind, could he have been faking it when he came in? Impossible!"

Almost without time to think, Sun Yunlong's punch was already in front of Shen Lang. Shen Lang, who had been standing still, finally moved. He stomped his right foot hard on the ground, causing an explosion of air, and then moved two steps to the right.

As the crowd was surprised by his speed, Shen Lang's right hand drew a graceful arc in the air, as if caressing the giant image formed by the spiritual energy, then pulled his right hand to the left.

To everyone's shock, the powerful giant image inexplicably changed direction, charging towards the crowd!

With a loud bang, the crowd that couldn't dodge was thrown into chaos, with several people crying out in pain. These were the fastest to intercept Shen Lang when the door opened, and they suffered a big loss!

All of them were at a similar level to Sun Yunlong. Facing his powerful move, the "Dragon Elephant Divine Fist," without preparation, they were hit hard and painfully.

However, it wasn't over yet. As the crowd was in chaos, Sun Yunlong, still in shock, suddenly felt a pain in his arm. Shen Lang had formed his fingers into a claw and suddenly grabbed his right elbow, sending a shock through his body. Sun Yunlong's arm went numb, and even his whole right side was paralyzed!

Shen Lang, holding his arm, pulled him around, then tapped a few points on his back and kicked him hard in the buttocks, sending him flying.

This time it was even more brutal. Sun Yunlong crashed to the ground and didn't get up for a while.

Sun Yunlong didn't have as high a cultivation as Shen Daofeng and wasn't wearing armor in the training hall. He had no resistance against Shen Lang.

The remaining onlookers scattered in a hurry, hiding far away, no longer daring to approach Shen Lang. Only a few unfortunate ones were still groaning on the ground, unable to move.

At this moment, everyone in the hall stood up, looking at the scene in disbelief.

Shen Lang frowned, slightly out of breath, and slowly walked to Sun Yunlong, who was lying on the ground, and asked, "Is there a toilet here?"