In the Dream World, a rapid succession of footsteps echoed.
Clutching his right arm, Chen Feng dashed out of the Martial Arts Hall, a look of shock and confusion fleeting across his face.
He had not imagined the Masked Man to be so terrifying.
Just one punch had directly broken the bones in his right arm, and even using his Blast Punch was completely ineffective.
In his Perception Talent, the opponent seemed like a frightening humanoid beast, with a strong malice that destroyed everything like a storm.
"At least Professional Level, and definitely stronger than Coach Lu!"
"Even compared to the shadow monster in the alley that day, it probably wouldn't be outdone."
As the thought crossed his mind, Chen Feng suddenly noticed that the malice in his perception quietly dissipated.
He paused, ignoring the pain in his right arm, and hurriedly looked back.
At the two-story Martial Arts Hall below, the Masked Man in a white Martial Arts Uniform did not chase after him.
His ink-black eyes watched him from a distance, the figure standing still at the giant wooden doorway, motionless.
Chen Feng was puzzled, but he also felt fortunate.
It was good that he didn't come after him.
Then, footsteps sounded.
The Masked Man suddenly turned around and quickly stepped away, disappearing at the entrance of the Martial Arts Hall.
It looked like he went back to the training room.
"Could it be because he cannot leave the Martial Arts Hall?"
As the guess arose, Chen Feng felt a chill.
The world spun, fog arose.
The next second, the world in front of him changed, and he once again saw the familiar ceiling and the curtain fluttering in the wind.
He exhaled, a flash of relief in his eyes.
The chill he felt in the Dream World had not subsided; he subconsciously touched his face.
He then realized that his real body had unknowingly broken out in a cold sweat; even the pillow was half soaked.
"Is it because of the Masked Man..."
Expression silent, Chen Feng lay in bed for several minutes, staring straight at the ceiling.
There are always bigger fish in the sea.
The strength of the Masked Man was beyond ordinary.
For a time, the slight complacency that had arisen from acquiring the Blast Fist Skill dissipated like dandelion fluff in the wind.
"For now, I should not explore the Martial Arts Hall."
"At least, until the day I can defeat the Masked Man..."
He quietly shook his head and reflected on himself, his gaze once again returning to being calm and sharp.
Immediately, he got out of bed and opened the curtains.
Only then did he discover that his right arm, which had been fractured in the Dream World, was completely intact.
"Injury in the Dream World doesn't affect reality?"
"No, that's not right..."
Sensing his own body minutely with the help of his Perception Talent, Chen Feng noticed some differences.
Although his right arm wasn't fractured, he felt that his mental state had deteriorated somewhat.
With this in mind, he quickly stepped into the bathroom.
Looking at the square mirror fixed to the wall, he saw that his own reflection seemed a bit stronger.
The physical improvements from mastery of Judo, with more pronounced deltoid and trapezius muscles, and his arm muscles had also grown a bit stronger.
But correspondingly, Chen Feng clearly saw his complexion was somewhat pale.
He looked like he had been up all night, somewhat haggard.
"It seems, getting injured in the Dream World consumes my mental energy in reality."
"This was just an arm fracture, but what if I were to die there..."
Chen Feng's gaze sharpened, conjecturing that the consequences would be quite severe.
With that thought, he became even more certain that on his next journey into the Dream World, he should stay away from the Martial Arts Hall.
"As for those light orbs I sensed, I will personally retrieve them after I become stronger."
"I will surely avenge this broken arm!"
With a fixed gaze, Chen Feng immediately turned on the faucet, cupped his hands to catch the water, and splashed it onto his face.
The icy stimulation erased all negative emotions and shadows.
Before long, after a quick tidy up and wash, he was ready for a new day.
At 1:30 in the afternoon, inside Yanwu Gym.
Twenty to thirty students arrived one after another, the constant sounds of hitting the sandbag echoed.
"Why do you look so pale?"
Dressed in a grey gym shirt, Lin Hao noticed Chen Feng's haggard arrival and couldn't help but be surprised.
"Didn't sleep well last night."
Chen Feng shook his head, searching for an excuse.
Raising an eyebrow, Lin Hao's gaze flickered as if he had thought of something.
"I understand, man..."
He smirked cheekily, making Chen Feng want to slap him.
"By the way, as soon as I came in today, I heard people talking."
"Someone hit 100kg on the Punch Force Tester yesterday!"
With eager eyes, Lin Hao quickly changed his expression, curiously looking at Chen Feng: "Be honest, was it you?"
"Zheng Qiang, do you think it was him?"
On the practice field, since their sparring that day, many people had been quietly paying attention to Chen Feng.
Seeing him arrive, Zheng Qiang and Yu Shan, who were sparring on an open patch, both flashed a look.
"100kg of Punching Power, his power the day before yesterday probably wasn't up to this level..."
Zheng Qiang looked at the distant Chen Feng's somewhat exhausted face, surprised but not overly concerned.
His gaze flickering, he speculated: "Of course, I wouldn't rule out the possibility."
"However, I think it's more likely to be Xu Dongtai."
"The Sandboxing Class's Zhou Hengtao is also close to this strength."
Hearing this, Yu Shan nodded, agreeing with what he had thought.
Turning his head towards another open area, it was a stocky figure hitting the sandbag.
The hundred-kilogram sandbag continuously swayed, producing thudding sounds like thunder.
A few days ago, Xu Dongtai's Punching Power was already 99kg.
With some nutritional supplements and enhancements in fighting techniques over these days.
It wasn't impossible for him to break through 100kg.
"Brother Dong, do you think it was that kid?"
Standing next to the punching bag with a towel and sports cup in hand, Zhou Xin cautiously withdrew his gaze from afar.
Having been by Brother Dong's side, he naturally knew that the latter hadn't tested his Punching Power yesterday.
"Whether it's him or not, it doesn't matter anymore."
With a cold tone, Xu Dongtai punched the sandbag again.
The tough hide dented, and the hanging chains clattered.
"My personal coach got me a dose of secret medicine, I'll have it by tomorrow night."
"After taking it, my constitution will enhance by ten to twenty percent in the short term, definitely allowing me to reach the Amateur Sixth Rank."
"When the time comes for the assessment melee, I am confident I will beat him."
As these words settled.
Another punch was thrown.
A look of cold disdain flashed through Xu Dongtai's eyes.
No lineage, no resources.
With the Core Student spot at stake, what do you have to compete with me?
Suddenly, a series of Chong Quan punches erupted, loudly booming.
The noise quickly attracted everyone's attention.
Seeing this, Zhou Xin's face displayed a smug look of pride.
Even when faced with Chen Feng's surprised gaze, he was brimming with confidence, no longer dodging.