Chapter 4: Luo Feng's Excitement

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Faced with Luo Feng’s enthusiasm, Bai Chen was naturally pleased.
Which boss doesn’t like a self-disciplined worker?
“Of course, you can take on as many tasks as you want,” Bai Chen said, stroking his chin inside the void space as he responded to Luo Feng while pondering the setup of the new mission.
Luo Feng carefully unwrapped the “Power Lollipop” and began to lick it...
“The taste is unexpectedly good...” Luo Feng thought to himself.
Growing up in a poor family, Luo Feng was frugal, and sweets like lollipops were rare treats in his memory.
After savoring it for a while, he quickly chewed and swallowed the lollipop.
Once ingested, the Power Lollipop was swiftly absorbed, boosting his strength. Luo Feng felt a faint warmth coursing through his body before quickly fading away.
An increase of one kilogram of strength? Luo Feng felt a surge of gratitude. Though a single kilogram seemed small, it represented four or five days’ worth of effort.
It really was quite easy...
If there were enough of these Power Lollipops, one could become a formidable fighter just by eating them.
Second one, third one... soon Luo Feng had eaten the fifth Power Lollipop.
“What crazy thing are you eating?”
A lean man over six feet tall with a fierce scar across his face approached from the third-floor training hall. Seeing Luo Feng with a lollipop in his mouth, he gave a strange look.
Though only eighteen, Luo Feng was a seasoned martial artist, lean and resolute, with a somewhat cold aura. A grown man eating a lollipop seemed odd.
Luo Feng finished chewing the last bit and swallowed calmly.
“Brother Yang, it’s a new type of energy bar. It looked nice, so I bought one to try,” Luo Feng replied evenly.
Brother Yang, whose name was Yang Wu, ranked among the top three advanced students at the Extreme Martial Arts School. He was slightly lacking in speed, which was why he hadn’t yet passed the “Quasi-Warrior Assessment.”
“Is that so?” Yang Wu didn’t doubt it and quickly changed the subject.
After chatting briefly, Yang Wu waved his hand. “I won’t keep you from resting. Take a break.”
With that, Yang Wu moved aside to warm up, beginning his pre-training routine.
Luo Feng sat down, drinking water to hydrate and lost in thought, when he suddenly heard Bai’s voice in his mind again.
“The new task is ready. Take a look yourself.”
A new task?
Luo Feng’s expression brightened instantly. What challenge would Bai set for him this time?

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For Luo Feng, these tasks were tests set by the mysterious and powerful Bai. Completing them would earn him Bai’s rewards.
After their conversation the previous night, Bai had made clear that he needed Luo Feng, who would grow stronger in the future, to help him with something. Therefore, Bai would do his best to assist Luo Feng in getting stronger along the way.
But such help was clearly not unconditional, something Luo Feng agreed with.
Accepting Bai’s rewards in this way felt more justified.
Deep in thought, Luo Feng opened the [Task Panel], curious about the second mission Bai had given him...
[Current Task: Defeat Yang Wu within one minute]
[Task Reward: Depends on mood]
“Defeat Yang Wu?” Luo Feng was taken aback and glanced over at Brother Yang, who was warming up nearby.
Defeating Yang Wu... before he had fainted, that would have been daunting. After all, Yang Wu’s strength, speed, and reflexes were all qualified; he was practically a quasi-warrior with considerable combat experience, being ten years older.
But now, thanks to the significant physical improvements from his unconsciousness, Luo Feng was absolutely confident he could defeat Yang Wu.
However, one minute...
That was a little stressful.
“But this reward... depends on mood? What does that even mean?” Luo Feng glanced at the task panel, speechless.
Sensing Luo Feng’s emotional fluctuation, Bai Chen chuckled inside him, “Depends on mood... literally. The more skillfully and swiftly you defeat Yang Wu, the better the reward I’ll give you.”
“I don’t just have strength-boosting lollipops. Whatever you can imagine or can’t imagine, I have it all.”
“For example... a potion that can regenerate lost limbs?”
Luo Feng’s heart skipped a beat. He instinctively stood up, clenching his fists, eyes shining with excitement. He eagerly asked in his mind, “Bai, is that true? Do you really have a potion that can regenerate lost limbs?”
After tasting the miraculous Power Lollipop, Luo Feng no longer doubted Bai’s words.
But the limb-regenerating potion was crucial for his younger brother Luo Hua’s chance to stand again, so he couldn’t help but seek confirmation—he was too excited!
“Of course,” Bai replied casually, sensing Luo Feng’s emotional state. “I told you, whatever you can think of or can’t think of, I have it all.”
The ability of [Creation] was just that incredible.
It was like cheating.
Luo Feng took several deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down. He knew a potion that could regrow limbs was extremely precious. Although Bai had it, knowing Bai’s nature, he likely wouldn’t give it away easily.
“What do I need to do to earn the limb regeneration potion?” Luo Feng asked silently. Although he probably wouldn’t meet the requirements now, at least he would have a goal to work toward.
“I’ll tell you when I come up with it. For now, just keep growing stronger. At the rate you’re improving, you won’t have to wait long,” Bai said.

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“Alright...” Luo Feng took a deep breath. No matter what, he had Bai’s assurance.
His younger brother Luo Hua’s disability had always pained him deeply as his elder brother.
Therefore, regardless of the tasks Bai set—so long as they didn’t cross his boundaries—Luo Feng would do his utmost to complete them!
“Brother Yang, want to spar?”
“Hm?” Yang Wu, who had just finished warming up, lit up and readily agreed, “Sure, I’m free.”
Yang Wu was a battle maniac himself, but because of the gap in skill, few at the Extreme Martial Arts School dared to spar with him. He had long felt regretful about this. Now that Luo Feng was willing to fight him, how could he refuse?
As for hiring a sparring partner?
Too expensive, no money.
They donned their protective gear and took up their blunt weapons, stepping onto the fighting stage.
It was already past seven o’clock, and several advanced students at the teaching building gathered nearby to train. Seeing the well-known names of Yang Wu and Luo Feng about to spar, they stopped their exercises and eagerly gathered to watch.
“Who do you think will win?” a tall student asked a shorter one.
The shorter student thought for a moment and said, “Yang Wu. Although Luo Feng is strong in combat, Yang Wu’s physicality is far superior, plus his age and over a decade of martial arts experience means his practical fighting isn’t weak.”
The tall student nodded slightly, sharing the same opinion. “But Luo Feng once took on three advanced students at once and won. I think he has a chance too.”
“True,” the shorter student agreed earnestly.
After all, Luo Feng’s nickname was “The Madman,” a title earned through strength.
“It’s about to start.” Both students focused intently on the stage, holding their breath, eager to witness a fierce battle.
Both Luo Feng and Yang Wu wielded blades. Once the fight began, they went head-to-head. Yang Wu’s style was bold and powerful, relying on his strength. Luo Feng, however...
Thirty seconds.
Only thirty seconds.
Giving it his all, relying on his tremendous strength and solid footwork and swordsmanship, Luo Feng decisively defeated Yang Wu.
The audience of tall and short students below watched in stunned silence.