303: Chapter 297 Seeking the Strong

Three days later.

“Milky Way Galaxy final advancement list published.”

Song Yang was ranked ninth.

He finally made it into the top ten.

He let out a soft breath, his nerves, which had been taut for several days, relaxing slightly.

The intensity of this selection tournament exceeded his expectations; every battle required him to give his all.

The universe was far larger and much more dangerous than he had imagined.

He tapped his finger on the light screen and pulled up the profiles of the other nine qualifiers.

The first name was “Muto,” his race was “Titan,” and he came from a rocky planet with thirty times Earth's gravity.

In the combat footage attached to the profile, this giant who stood over five meters tall was incredibly berserk.

The second name was “Sivir,” race unknown. In the footage, she was shrouded in a thin layer of energy veil, her features unclear.

Her combat style was extremely bizarre; intangible mental power wove into a massive web, and opponents often suffered mental breakdowns and bled from their seven orifices before even getting close to her.

The third...

The fourth...

Song Yang looked through them one by one. With each one he viewed, the ease on his face vanished a little more.

Every one of these people was a monster who had climbed out from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

Their combat techniques, energy usage, and racial talents were far beyond any opponent he had encountered before.

He compared his own combat footage with theirs.

His marksmanship was currently only trained to the second form, which emphasized speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness. It unleashed over a hundred attacks in an instant, like a prairie fire, sweeping away everything in its path.

In previous matches, this move had been invincible.

But now, in front of these monsters' footage, it seemed somewhat thin.

That Titan giant could completely tank his spear radiance, rush up to him, and then punch him into meat paste.

That mental power master Sivir wouldn't even give him the chance to fire his spear.

Problems popped up one after another.

For the first time, Song Yang felt it was tricky.

Wanting to get into the top three in the final to represent the Milky Way Galaxy, with his current strength, the hope was slim.

He must become stronger.

This kind of strengthening couldn't be solved by simply shutting himself away and practicing his marksmanship hard.

He had reached a bottleneck. Lacking guidance from a master and lacking higher-level methods, it was very difficult for him to have a qualitative breakthrough.

It was like a boy who had fought everyone in his village and was invincible, only to suddenly enter the imperial capital and see true top-tier experts, realizing that his little amateur skills couldn't stand on the stage.

Where could he find a master?

Song Yang opened the Milky Way Galaxy general network and entered a few keywords: marksmanship, expert, teaching.

A massive amount of information surged out like a waterfall.

Various paid teaching videos, expensive private coaches, and some famous martial arts halls and sects.

He filtered by location, narrowing the range to the star domain he was in.

One name appeared frequently at the top of the search results.

Proxima Centauri.

Three hundred light-years away, it was the most prosperous administrative, commercial, and cultural center of this star domain, jointly governed by several Level 4 civilizations.

It was a mixed bag of people there, with experts like clouds, gathering elites from over a hundred surrounding star systems.

It was said that as long as you had money, you could buy anything there.

This was it.

Song Yang didn't hesitate at all and boarded his spaceship.

“Set course, target, Proxima Centauri star system, main star spaceport.”

“Course set. Depart immediately?” Zeus replied.

“Depart immediately.”

The spaceship shuddered slightly and flew toward the sky.

...

One day later.

When the spaceship exited curvature flight and reappeared in conventional space, Song Yang was shocked by the scene outside the porthole.

A planet, huge to the point of being indescribable in words, floated quietly in the universe.

Its volume was thousands of times that of Earth, and its surface was covered by a network of countless lights, making it as bright as day even in the daytime.

Countless giant space stations, starports, and artificial celestial bodies orbited it like satellites.

Thousands of spaceships of various sizes and shapes shuttled through the busy shipping lanes, forming torrents of steel.

By comparison, Earth, which had just completed its first phase of transformation, was like a primitive tribe that had just learned to use stone tools.

Song Yang piloted the spaceship, following the spaceport's guidance, and landed slowly on a public parking pad.

Stepping out of the cabin door, he was in a plaza so huge he couldn't see the edge.

The plaza floor was paved with some kind of smooth metal, and there were dozens of maglev tracks in the sky, with countless aircraft speeding through them.

Surrounded by skyscrapers piercing the clouds, the architectural styles were strange and exotic, full of the characteristics of alien civilizations.

In the plaza, people were coming and going—no, it should be said that ten thousand races were coming and going.

Giants with three heads and six arms, orcs dragging long tails, cyborgs covered in metal.

Song Yang's goal was very simple.

What he needed to do now was to find an expert who could guide his marksmanship as soon as possible.

But here, he was completely an Outsider, blind to everything.

“Zeus, start filtering.”

“Understood. Based on the keywords ‘master,’ ‘teaching,’ and combined with your strength level and financial status, I have filtered out the seventy-two most suitable martial arts halls on the main planet of Proxima Centauri for you.”

A light screen unfolded before Song Yang's eyes, listing names and addresses.

Ranked at the top was a martial arts hall named “Tyrant Fist.”

The introduction was simple: Master, Tiger, Cosmic Level Expert, specializing in unarmed combat.

“Let's go check this one out first.”

Song Yang followed the navigation, walked through several bustling streets, and arrived in front of a giant building full of rough metal style.

The four large characters “Tyrant Fist Martial Arts Hall” were written in a sprawling, powerful calligraphy, full of a sense of strength.

Before he even went in, a wave of scorching heat rushed toward his face.

The interior of the martial arts hall was a huge training ground, where hundreds of people sat cross-legged, listening to a lecture from a burly man at the front.

That burly man was over three meters tall, with bulging muscles, and his bronze-colored skin was covered in scars. Just standing there gave people a mountain-like sense of oppression.

He didn't use any amplification equipment, but his voice clearly reached every corner of the venue.

“A fist is not a hand; it is an extension of your power, a manifestation of your will!”

The burly man, Tiger, threw a punch suddenly.

It didn't hit any target, but the air in front of the fist made a dull explosion, forming a visible white air ring that spread out, blowing the hair of the students in the front row backward.

Song Yang's heart shrank violently.

This punch didn't use any flashy energy techniques; it was the ultimate manifestation of pure physical strength and force-generating techniques.

If this punch hit him, he was afraid that both he and his gun would be blown into fragments.

Undoubtedly, this was a true Cosmic Level Expert.

A receptionist wearing the martial arts hall's uniform walked over.

“Sir, do you need to register for a class? Master Tiger's public lecture is one hundred thousand star coins a day.”

“One hundred thousand?” Song Yang was stunned for a moment.

The receptionist was clearly used to his kind of reaction and smiled.

“Our master is a Cosmic Level Expert, so this price is already a friendly price. If you want to hire the master for one-on-one guidance, that requires a separate appointment, and the price is negotiable.”

Song Yang shook his head.

Expense was one aspect, but more importantly, this master's path was not suitable for him.

No matter how strong the fist technique was, it was completely at odds with his gun.

He exited the Tyrant Fist Martial Arts Hall.

“Zeus, next one.”

The second one was a Sword Dao Hall. The master was a woman with a graceful figure, her sword light like the moon; it was said she could cut through space.

Class fee: one hundred and twenty thousand a day.

The third one was a mental power training club. The mentor was an octopus man with a huge brain, said to be able to flip a starship with telekinesis.

Membership fee: eighty thousand a day.