52: Chapter 52: Perfected Mastery of the Microscopic Realm, Combat Power Doubled!

After experiencing immense psychological pressure, the young couple was quite wild when they sought each other out.

The sofa creaked, but just at the critical moment, Fang Zhuo's bracelet vibrated.

"Wang Jinhua?"

Damn, he couldn't have called earlier or later? It had to be at this moment.

Fang Zhuo had no choice; he had to answer Wang Jinhua's call.

He stopped and gestured for Bai Shiwei to stay quiet.

"Hello, Brother Wang?"

"Yo, you sound a bit fired up. What's the matter? Holding a grudge over what happened earlier?" Wang Jinhua's tone was light.

"Not at all, Brother Wang, good brother. Just tell me what's up; I'm busy with important business!"

"Alright. I've stepped in regarding Ding Nan. Although there's bad blood between you, you did kill his son and nephew after all, so I can't exactly leave him without room for revenge."

"A dog will jump over a wall when cornered. If a Transcendent Martial Artist decides to act recklessly, I can't protect you 24 hours a day, right?"

"Hmm."

"So, the Ding Family will still come for you, but I've set some rules; I won't let them bully the weak with their strength."

After Wang Jinhua finished explaining in detail.

"Same major realm, and the Life Level cannot exceed 5 levels difference?" Fang Zhuo's eyes narrowed slightly.

"That's right."

Fang Zhuo said calmly, this was for the best; otherwise, if pushed too far, the Ding Family might really resort to a suicide mission.

Martial artists generally didn't lack bloodiness.

At the same time, Fang Zhuo knew that Wang Jinhua doing this was partly a test for him.

"As long as you understand. By the way, when are you planning to come over? The practical assessment for the s-rank genius contract needs to be done as soon as possible!"

Wang Jinhua urged. He knew Fang Zhuo had to handle his father's affairs, so he had specifically delayed things for the group, but it had already been a week since the signing.

"This... Brother Wang, in a couple of days. I'll be there as soon as I can."

Fang Zhuo laughed it off. Now that his father's affairs were settled, the practical assessment for the s-rank genius contract really couldn't be delayed any longer.

But before leaving, he had to say goodbye to his family.

"I'll give you two more days. If you don't come by then, your usage time for the High-Civilization Gravity Chamber in September will belong to me. I can't take a scolding from the leaders for nothing."

Wang Jinhua revealed his true intent.

He was actually hoping Fang Zhuo would drag it out a few more days.

"Absolutely, absolutely."

Upon hearing this, Fang Zhuo quickly promised. Even though he hadn't used the High-Civilization Gravity Chamber personally, since Wang Jinhua was so keen on it, the results could be imagined!

He definitely couldn't let anyone fleece him easily in the future!

After hanging up, before Fang Zhuo could make a move, Bai Shiwei wrapped herself around him, her legs like a python.

She also knew they were about to part, so she was exceptionally passionate.

Afterward.

Bai Shiwei's face was flushed, her eyes rippling with love as she rested on Fang Zhuo's shoulder and said softly, "Husband, I want to go to Origin Star too."

"Why?"

Fang Zhuo smiled, wanting to hear what Bai Shiwei had to say.

"Martial arts has been my dream since I was a child. Origin Star is a paradise for martial artists. Besides, apart from wanting to become stronger, I want to be with you, and also, I want to save money for our dad."

"I see..."

Fang Zhuo looked at Bai Shiwei, who was rarely showing her feminine side, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Wait a little longer. When I become an Advanced Martial Artist, you can come over."

The main theme of Origin Star is slaughter.

It's not as peaceful as the other six planets in the Blue Moon Federation.

With his current combat power, in the wilderness of Origin Star, he might be able to protect himself, but looking after someone else would be difficult.

Bai Shiwei was reluctant in her heart, but she still nodded. "Alright, I'll listen to you, but don't make me wait too long."

As she spoke, she reached out and drew circles on Fang Zhuo's chest, saying, "Also, I heard that women on Origin Star are very open. You can't go fooling around behind my back!"

"I'm not a lecherous person."

Fang Zhuo held Bai Shiwei's hand and said.

"Hmph."

Bai Shiwei rolled her eyes and muttered, "I don't believe it. Just now, I saw you bought... those kinds of clothes online!"

"They were for you to wear."

"I don't want them!"

The bright moonlight shone through the window onto the foot of the bed. The young couple whispered sweet nothings, and before they knew it, they fell asleep snuggled together.

...

That night.

The moonlight was thick.

Ding Nan wore black, his figure blending into the night as he quickly arrived at the Gardener Residential Complex.

He easily climbed up outside Fang Zhuo's window, saw the sleeping Fang Zhuo and Bai Shiwei, and his expression turned colder.

"Crash—"

The glass shattered. Ding Nan passed through the window, rolled to a standing position on the floor, and a flash of fiery red blade light appeared on the short sword in his hand.

He lunged straight at Fang Zhuo!

"Ding Nan?!"

At the moment of life and death, Fang Zhuo's adrenaline spiked. As he opened his eyes, he was about to roll off the bed while pulling Bai Shiwei with him.

But he was only an Intermediate Martial Artist after all, with a Life Level of no more than 29. Even with high combat power, he was only at the level of a newly entered Advanced Martial Artist.

How could he dodge a slash from a Transcendent Martial Artist?

Fang Zhuo's eyes widened, his hands clutched his neck, and his head had already been severed from his body.

"No!!!"

Fang Zhuo sat up from the bed, gasping for air, his face filled with terror.

"Husband, what's wrong?"

Bai Shiwei was also startled awake, sitting up and stroking Fang Zhuo's back, comforting him, "Did you have a nightmare? It's okay, dreams are the opposite of reality."

"I dreamed of Ding Nan."

Fang Zhuo's mouth was dry.

In the dream, Ding Nan's slash was too fast, too strong! He only had a single thought, and his head was already on the ground.

A Transcendent Martial Artist, too terrifying!

Bai Shiwei rolled off the bed, poured a glass of water for Fang Zhuo, and said, "It's just a dream. With Wang Jinhua suppressing him, he wouldn't dare to act recklessly."

"Husband, think about it. We are only Intermediate Martial Artists. Would a Transcendent Martial Artist like Ding Nan really be willing to sacrifice his life and break the rules Wang Jinhua set just to deal with us?"

"A Transcendent Martial Artist! They can live to be two hundred years old, they have a high status in the Blue Moon Federation, and they have endless wealth and glory to enjoy. He won't be willing to trade his life for ours."

"... Hmm."

Fang Zhuo was gently hugged by Bai Shiwei, feeling the warmth in her embrace, and the faint scent of Bai Shiwei wafted into his nose. He slowly calmed down.

This was a kind of unprecedented calm. From the rage of killing Ding Shixun at dusk, to the suspicion on the way home, the complex warmth of eating the dark cuisine Bai Shiwei made, then the panic of the city's law enforcement officers being dispatched, to the despair in his dream a moment ago.

Finally, under Bai Shiwei's gentle comfort, it was completely smoothed out by the sweetness of love.

After his mindset went through such ups and downs, Fang Zhuo's calmness at this moment was particularly transcendent.

His heart was like still water!

"This feeling is so comfortable."

Fang Zhuo patted Bai Shiwei's back to signal he was okay, then rolled off the bed.

The bright moonlight was even more intoxicating. Fang Zhuo stood by the window, opened his arms, and faced the full moon hanging high in the sky.

Inhaling and exhaling, Fang Zhuo's body moved rhythmically.

After an unknown amount of time, Fang Zhuo suddenly moved. He raised his hand, clenched his fist, and began the Federation's basic fist technique, '12 Styles of Military Fist'.

Each move and stance was flowing like clouds and water, with not a single redundant movement.

"Boom!"

When Fang Zhuo threw the final punch, an explosion suddenly erupted from within his body, like spring thunder after rain, and like the magnificent might of heaven!

"Martial Dao Thunder Sound!"

Bai Shiwei's red lips parted slightly, her eyes filled with surprise as she looked at Fang Zhuo. This was the sign of Body Micro-Control Perfection.

Did he break through two small realms at once?

"Micro-Perception Perfection, this is Body Micro-Control Perfection!"

Fang Zhuo was overjoyed, repeatedly clenching his fists, feeling the flow of strength within his body. This feeling made him obsessed.

This time, his calm state of mind had actually allowed him to cross from Micro-Perception Major Success directly to perfection in terms of Body Control!

Micro-Perception Minor Success, the body force multiplier is 4.

Micro-Perception Major Success, the body force multiplier is 6.

Micro-Perception Perfection, the body force multiplier is 8.

With this breakthrough in Body Control, Fang Zhuo's combat power had more than doubled!