The perpetual operation and outpouring of Spiritual Energy from his Psychic Core had also elevated his body’s regenerative abilities to an incredibly terrifying level.
Even a severed limb could be rapidly regenerated in a short time, as long as the core remained intact.
’No wonder...’
Qin Feng muttered to himself as a realization dawned on him.
’No wonder seventh-level killing techniques—Planet-level Killing Techniques—require the use of Mental Power in their cultivation. They’re meant to exert mental pressure on the enemy.’
He finally understood the true nature of Planet-level combat.
’At this level, it’s difficult to truly kill a strongman of the same rank with purely physical damage. Everyone has a Psychic Core supplying them with energy, and their regenerative abilities are absurdly powerful.’
’If two Planet-level Strongmen were to fight to the death, assuming they were allowed to flee, they’d probably have to hunt each other for decades, or even centuries, just to wear the other one down and kill them.’
’But with Planet-level Killing Techniques that imbue attacks with the pressure of Mental Power, it’s a completely different story.’
’Once their mental Will is destroyed, they lose Control over their Psychic Core, and it instantly collapses. That’s the most efficient way to get a kill.’
Having figured this out, Qin Feng began to contemplate his future.
’Besides, now that I’m at the Planet-level, my greatest physical advantage is actually gone.’
The very essence of a Planet-level Strongman’s life undergoes a qualitative leap.
You could say that all Planet-level Strongmen are on the same starting line.
’However...’
’It seems I still have a way to cheat,’ Qin Feng thought.
He recalled the red-and-white skull that had fused with his body and the words of Master Yu Han.
’I can kill Chaos Blessing Givers to plunder their power, strengthening my body and enhancing my Mental Power. In a way, that’s a different kind of cheat.’
’But... what exactly did Master Yu Han mean by a "special Martial Artist"? What makes them so special?’
Qin Feng’s brow furrowed slightly as he became lost in thought.
Master Yu Han had explicitly told him that he was an extremely rare type of Martial Artist, a natural-born "Chaos Star," who could gain power by killing the minions of Chaos.
No matter how much Qin Feng thought about it, he couldn’t figure out what made him so special.
’Bloodline?’
’Talent?’
’Or my soul?’
’Could it be...’
A thought flashed through Qin Feng’s mind like a bolt of lightning. ’Could my special trait be... my "Celestial Dao of Diligence" panel?’
The speculation sent a jolt through him.
’If that’s true, doesn’t that mean there’s another group, or rather, another class of special Martial Artists with similar "panels" somewhere in the entire human Empire?’
Qin Feng considered it for a moment and felt it was entirely possible.
After all, the Empire’s population was enormous. Even gods couldn’t fully comprehend the mysteries of Subspace. And beyond the Empire, there were the terrifying life forms of the Mechanical Race. It wasn’t out of the question that other Martial Artists also had panels.
Qin Feng wasn’t concerned about that, however.
He had already been cultivating for a century. Even without a panel, he would continue to train as always, confident that he could reach the pinnacle of the Martial Dao. His Martial Dao Will had become incredibly resilient!
To be honest, Qin Feng rarely paid attention to the panel anymore.
The panel simply solidified his efforts into data, giving concrete form to his hard work.
Qin Feng pushed these jumbled thoughts aside for the moment. He reconnected his consciousness to the academic affairs system of Cannan Star Martial Arts University, pulled up his student file, and began to review the specific graduation requirements.
A series of clear articles, written in the Empire’s standard script, appeared on his retina.
[Cannan Star Martial Arts University - Graduation Requirements]
[1. Life-Form Level: Successfully advance to a "Planet-level" life form.]
[2. Task Record: As team captain, independently complete at least one "Planet-level" rated Imperial task.]
[3. Combat Certification: Achieve the "Ninth Stage" on the personal Celestial Ladder in the Imperial Arena.]
Qin Feng reviewed the requirements one by one.
First, advancing to a Planet-level life form. He had just accomplished that.
Third, reaching the "Ninth Stage" in the Imperial Arena. He had completed that five years ago.
Now, the only hurdle between him and graduation was the last one: completing a Planet-level Imperial task.
He immediately opened the Imperial Task System, filtered the task level to "Planet-level," and began to browse carefully.
However, the contents of the task list were somewhat unexpected.
Unlike the level-nine tasks he was used to—which were filled with blood and slaughter—the Planet-level task list seemed much more "tame."
Pure combat tasks like "Eliminate Interstellar Pirates," "Hunt a Rebellious Governor," or "Annihilate an Alien Tribe" were extremely rare.
In their place was a wide variety of non-combat or low-intensity combat tasks.
[Teaching Task: Travel to a newly naturalized primitive civilization, disseminate the fundamentals of the Empire’s Martial Dao, and establish a preliminary Order.]
[Guard Duty Task: Stationed at a space base on an Imperial Trial Planet to maintain facility operations for a thirty-year term.]
[Tracking Task: Locate the whereabouts of a level-five Imperial Fugitive and report their coordinates. Engagement not required.]
[Exploration Task: Travel to an unknown Uninhabited Star Realm to survey for rare mineral resources.]
...
’Hammer,’
Qin Feng called out mentally, ’why is this the case?’
"Answering, Master."
A projection of light shot out from Qin Feng’s personal terminal, coalescing into the form of a rather cute, red-and-white cartoon Little Flying Dragon.