The dreamscape was a narrow, gray space that seemed to stretch on forever, the ticking of a clock echoing in loops like a hypnotic prelude. Inside the Gravity Room, all vital signs were normal; not a single one had shifted due to Feng Yi's fainting spell.

To some extent, the body will naturally adapt to high levels of gravity, but it's not the physical pressure that burdens him—it's the mental one.

Late in the evening, the sound of cannons jolting him awake. When he opened his eyes, it was night-time. Feeling the pressure weighing him down, Feng Yi pushed his exhausted body into a sitting position and shook his head vigorously. Then he stood up and staggered to the viewing platform. The city lights stretched out before him.

He discovered that a body in need of decompression would form a sort of self-defense mechanism through the subconscious, which then manifests as dreams, leading him on a trail to find the answers he craved.

With no interest in admiring the night view, Feng Yi clenched his fists, shaking off the impractical answers. He gripped the iron railings and with a burst of strength, he swung his body around and, like a cannonball, plummeted from the towering building.

The most important thing right now was to replenish his strength. Energy was the cornerstone of revolution, and with this in mind, he passed through street after street until he reached a Chinese restaurant, devouring the food like a starving wolf. After he was full, he quickly returned to his battleship and secluded himself in his room.

As for the results of the combat simulations, Feng Yi wasn't clear and he didn't want to know the exact answers. He did not need to concern himself with things unrelated to him. His only concern now was the matters related to the Scorpio Organization.

After the combat simulations, he would return to Wind Thunder with Hengyu and then undergo the commissioning ceremony to become a real soldier. He would probably lose his current freedom thereafter. He decided to use Eggy's ability to investigate the negligible leads left by the Scorpio Organization.

So although time was tight, it was enough, because he didn't need to keep an eye on Scorpio all the time.

Indeed, Eggy, the artificial intelligence, was far from simple. It can infiltrate various electronic terminals, lock onto signal sources, and crack any encrypted messages. Whether it was electromagnetic interference, thermal interference, radiation, or even wind noise, as long as there was a trace of evidence, Eggy would lock onto it accurately. Therefore, Feng Yi was not worried about time.

In the end, Feng Yi just wanted to understand the connection between Scorpio and the Saudi, and who planned the assassination. But no matter who it was, they would be punished by his anger. This was a line that Feng Yi would never cross.

Feng Yi seldom left his room for three days, usually just taking breaks to exercise during the day, returning promptly before roll call at night. Occasionally, he would read some encyclopedias or play games to keep his mind active.

He didn't think of himself as a rigid person, but any form of relaxation might become his Achilles heel before achieving his goals. As soon as Feng Yi realized that his progress had stagnated and that complacency was taking root, he decisively uprooted it.

In fact, the command of tactical simulations was an obstacle he wanted to conquer, but with his current skills, he couldn't change much. It was important to know one's limitations; for this reason, Feng Yi also gave up on participating in the mecha duels.

Finally, after three days, the military confrontation ushered in its most anticipated highlight: individual combat. From a practical perspective, the importance of individual combat on the battlefield wasn't necessarily significant—nor was it on mecha fights. However, it ignited an innate desire within humans for battle. The saying "humans are inherently battle-prone," perhaps nothing illustrates this more clearly.

In Freedom Square of Sky City, tens of thousands of citizens had already dressed and raced from their homes at this special time. Some were groups of buddies walking arm in arm; some were beauties walking leisurely; and even the numerous introverts and homebodies rarely ventured out of their rooms, all wanting to witness this riveting moment.

Everyone has a dream of being a lone hero; a heart-stirring vision cherished by passionate men. Women had dreams of being Snow White. At this moment, the grand military confrontation finally led to its climax.

As is well known, the level of combat at St. Calina Academy has always been the highest in the Federation. Don't ask why. There's no need to ask why as it's a foolish question.

Yes, the Centaurus Super-Earth, known for its martial culture, is one of the Federation's recognized high-gravity planets. Its 3.6-times gravity is commensurate with that of the Big Macs planets.

Living on the Super-Earth, the citizens of the Federation have been exposed to a good education tradition from their childhood. To improve the average physical fitness, from primary school onwards, every school would lead the children out of the simulated gravity field to slowly adapt to the real gravity of the Centaurus constellation. Any lawful citizen living on the Centaurus Super-Earth takes pride in being born in that part of the land.

St. Calina Academy certainly deserved the focus of attention. Ever since the Big Macs planets were plunged into war and chaos, Centaurus Super-Earth had already taken its place. As soon as the fighters appeared on the stage to initiate the one-on-one combat, the atmosphere instantly exploded with excitement. Cameras from numerous media outlets fixed their lenses on the fighters, particularly Cangmu Kuang Qi and his soldiers.

Regrettably, the reporters couldn't get an exclusive close-up interview because of the crowd. So, they decided to focus on the spectators instead: "Hello there, I am CT reporter Potato. How much do you expect from St. Calina?"

"Whether you're a potato or eggplant, all I know is that St. Calina will definitely win. I bet they'll win..." the shirtless man bellowed.

"Hehe, this gentleman is clearly quite excited. Let's see what our next friend has to say."

"Little girl, do you also support St. Calina?"

"Mom said not to talk to strangers."

"Ahem, Uncle isn't a bad guy."

The little girl blinked her large eyes, saying, "Support. If I didn't support St. Calina, I wouldn't be standing here. Don't you support them, Uncle?"

When the innocent little girl pointed out that the reporter was asking all pointless questions, the reporter looked clearly embarrassed. "Ahem, of course, Uncle supports St. Calina. Here, this small gift is for you." Similar scenarios were playing out all over Freedom Square.

The Solar System was the cradle of human life and whether out of power or a genetic longing, compared to St. Calina Academy, the fervor of the fans supporting the Solar System's Golden Sword Academy was no less ardent. The jubilant square was filled with countless flags bearing the emblem of Golden Sword Academy.

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