Zongyun gave a slight nod.
"Your exclusive Martial Arts Chamber is designated G-735. Access to the real-time battlefield map, the mission deployment system, the weapon tuning station, and the planetary surface drop pod have all been integrated into the chamber’s control terminal."
The Martial Artist in charge spoke concisely, clearly accustomed to this routine. "I won’t elaborate further. Head on in. Good luck."
With that, he waved a hand toward a wide interior corridor, then turned and left to continue his patrol.
"Let’s go, junior."
Zongyun said, "The fortress is huge. It’ll take a few minutes to walk to Zone G from here."
Qin Feng nodded, pulling his astonished gaze away, and followed Zongyun into the internal corridor, which resembled the throat of a colossal beast.
The interior of the Space Fortress took the concept of "immense" to its absolute extreme.
The corridor was over fifty meters high, wide enough for two heavy tanks to drive side-by-side.
Overhead, arrays of bright lights shone like artificial suns, illuminating the entire passage as if it were broad daylight.
Every few hundred meters, massive load-bearing pillars could be seen, shimmering with the light of flowing energy, providing both structural support and power to the entire fortress.
As they walked, they occasionally passed squads of powerful-looking Martial Artists clad in various types of power armor.
Some wore expressions of exhaustion and satisfaction after a bloody battle, while others, with sharp gazes, hurried past, clearly on their way to the battlefield.
The air was a mixture of machine oil, gunpowder, and the faint scent of blood, creating an atmosphere unique to the battlefield.
Qin Feng silently observed it all, committing every detail of this War Fortress to memory.
A few minutes later, led by Zongyun, they finally stopped in front of a heavy alloy door.
A number was emblazoned on the door in conspicuous red letters—G-735.
The alloy door slid open silently before them, revealing the space within.
G-735 Martial Arts Chamber.
It was a spacious room of about three hundred square meters. It was less a "room" and more a highly integrated personal combat readiness center.
The furnishings were devoid of any unnecessary decoration. Everything served the purpose of extreme practicality, imbued with a cold, efficient military aesthetic.
The floor and walls were forged from a single piece of the same dark gray, shock-absorbent alloy, capable of withstanding a full-powered blow from a Planet-level Martial Artist without damage.
In the center of the room stood a multi-function control hub, currently silent and waiting to be activated.
On one wall was an embedded weapons tuning rack and an energy replenishment unit, fully equipped with all kinds of ports.
The other side held a small rest area with just two military cots and the most basic of life support systems.
The most eye-catching feature was a circular hatch at the far end of the room, marked with the conspicuous red words "Planetary Surface Drop Access."
Through it, they could enter a drop pod at any time and reach any corner of the planet’s surface within three minutes.
"We’re here."
Zongyun stepped into the room, and the alloy door slowly closed behind him, completely sealing off the noise from outside.
He glanced around, a relaxed smile on his face. "For the next eleven months, this will be our only supply point and safe haven. The conditions are a bit spartan, but its greatest advantage is being absolutely secure."
Qin Feng nodded, his gaze sweeping over every corner of the room.
He was very satisfied with it. This environment, designed purely for combat, was exactly to his liking.
Zongyun walked straight to the central console and gently tapped the light screen with his finger.
HMMMM—
The lights in the entire room dimmed slightly, and then a massive three-dimensional holographic image projected from the console, hovering in front of the two of them.
It was the real-time battlefield map of the planet "Meatgrinder-III."
A massive, yellowish-brown projection of the planet slowly rotated in the air. Its surface was divided into hundreds of densely packed grid sectors, marked with different colors and numbers.
Most of these areas flickered with red dots, indicating "heavy combat." Countless red arrows representing the Green-skinned Tribes swarmed, clashed, and consumed one another, while occasional blue dots, representing the Empire’s Martial Artists, shot through them, tearing them apart. It all formed a dynamic war table filled with blood and fire.
Zongyun’s fingers swiped expertly across the virtual map, constantly zooming in and switching perspectives. A massive stream of data flowed like a waterfall through his pupils.
While selecting the most suitable trial area, he asked without turning his head:
"Junior Qin Feng, to create the most efficient trial plan for you, I need to know your current strength level with precision."
Qin Feng’s reply was immediate and crisp: "My current life force index is 7,500. I major in the Fourth-level Killing Technique, *Heavy Spear*, and my mastery is at the minor accomplishment stage."
"Hmm, 7,500... *Heavy Spear* at minor accomplishment?"
Zongyun’s fingers, which had been flying across the map, froze.
He looked up in astonishment, his eyes filled with unconcealed shock as he re-evaluated the calm-faced junior before him. "If I recall correctly, it’s only been a month and a few days since you completed all three hundred and sixty acupoint fusions, right?"
"Yes."
Qin Feng nodded calmly, as if stating a trivial fact.
"One month... and you’ve already reached minor accomplishment?"
Zongyun’s voice involuntarily rose a few decibels.