The Blade Warrior could foresee the changes in humanity's development, but she hadn't expected it would stem from Ancient Martial Arts. However, since the moment the 'bizarre' phenomenon began to reveal its nature, she wasn't entirely surprised. After all, the human bio-magnetic field seemed to be the only effective countermeasure.

Only by enhancing physical fitness and strengthening the personal magnetic field could humanity unite its efforts in self-defense. At this stage, humans truly felt as though some sharp dagger had been pressed against their throats, leaving them no other choice.

For a moment, the Blade Warrior felt both helpless and somewhat amused…

Nowadays, nations are actively advocating for exercise and physical fitness, with combat training leading the charge. Once declining martial arts schools now seemed to have regained their vigor overnight. Especially the major reclusive martial arts sects, they've become a common topic of conversation during meals, with a buzz that rivals even the popularity of mecha.

Recently, apart from notifying everyone about Mengdie, the Blade Warrior had been gathering information on events that had occurred throughout the past year.

The human migration plans have been gradually completed by various nations. Within the Yate Federation, Mardis was the first planet to undergo the engineering process—a terrestrial planet closest to the Twin Stars danger zone, offering an environment suitable for human habitation and an Earth-equivalent size. It was highly valuable, so not only was Feng Yi the first to propose the migration to Mardis, but it also reflected the will of the Federation's higher-ups.

Following that, Alpha, Icebird, and other star systems gradually completed their projects as well. Although the engineering phase was complete, and the current situation seemed as radiant as blooming flowers, every time she thought about the impact the bizarre phenomenon might have on the future, the Blade Warrior would feel deeply distressed.

She always remembered Feng Yi's words before his departure—his words of encouragement to her... Though the Blade Warrior's mind was not as sharp as Feng Yi's or Sky Shadow's, it far exceeded that of an average person, and it was certainly not comparable to Zhang Xiaobo's. Otherwise, she would not have achieved everything she had with her own strength.

She could see that Feng Yi's encouragement at the time, his subtle resonance with Zhang Xiaobo, and the silent moment of eye contact with Mengdie felt the most like a farewell…

Feng Yi eventually stopped Sky Shadow, spoke some unknown words to him, and then quietly left. Sky Shadow said he was going to a very distant place to find a way to counter the bizarre phenomenon, and it might turn out to be a permanent goodbye.

She didn't show a trace of sorrow in front of others. Yet, when Roland left and said similar words, the Blade Warrior began to suspect the situation strongly—Feng Yi might have truly gone…

After all, he had once said his existence was merely a phenomenon—perhaps an obsession or something that she simply could not comprehend at the moment.

With a swirl of emotions, in her quiet room, the Blade Warrior shook her head in silence… Ah, dwelling on it is pointless. At least she got to see Feng Yi's face one last time and heard Feng Yi's farewell and encouragement. That… should be enough, right!?

Bah, switching gears now—what gift should she, as the little auntie, prepare for the baby next? That's truly a tough question!

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Meanwhile, the chubby Zhang Xiaobo was also troubled. Life is never short of worries. Over the past few months, he returned home, fought a few matches, and even got Sara to fund his battle mech expenses. But even Galactic Warfare managed to reestablish a new system within these months—single combat?

The fat man originally thought his battle mech account wouldn't work anymore. A staggering forty million would make a person go viral instantly. Actually, his big brother had done just that, so Zhang Xiaobo decided to ditch the mecha and engage in hand-to-hand combat, one-on-one matches, a fists-meet-flesh kind of thing. But the result? The guy got beaten ruthlessly.

Initially, the fat man was quite confident in himself. "Do you know who I am? I fought side-by-side with Feng Yi, Sky Shadow, and Roland, at Rank 2 strength, as a God's Thorn elite combat unit's champion fighter." Yet, this supposedly powerful individual lost 75 consecutive Galactic Warfare matches, getting thrashed every time.

Zhang Xiaobo thought it was just a coincidence. Yeah, definitely a coincidence! Filled with murderous determination, he kept playing match after match—only to be beaten even more miserably. This time, he lost to a female player. That battle was less like a fight and more like being completely obliterated.

In terms of reflexes, speed, or even bodily agility, he was leagues behind her. Only then did Zhang Xiaobo realize the enormity of the issue.

"Damn it!" He didn't know when it started, but the trend of "mecha for all" had almost been completely overshadowed by "hand-to-hand combat for all." Crap! He was a special Red Cloak elite fighter, yet his abilities amounted to just Rank 2 strength. Furthermore, as his matched opponents grew stronger and stronger, it led directly to the mess he faced today.

This overwhelming sense of defeat seriously made him curse the heavens. To think, he had struggled for thirty-three years to climb to the top, and a single policy change knocked him right back to square one!

Thankfully, Zhang Xiaobo was cautious enough not to utilize the Blank Paper Realm—a skill utterly inhumane—because activating it would put him in an undefeatable position. That was his sole trump card, an ultimate technique taught by Feng Yi.

Truth be told, only four people in this world had ever mastered the Blank Paper Realm: Feng Yi, Zhang Xiaobo himself, Sky Shadow, and the late Kexiao. With Feng Yi's whereabouts unknown, Kexiao dead, and Sky Shadow obviously not participating in this caliber of combat, Zhang Xiaobo was effectively the only one left who could use it.

Such a secret had to remain hidden. That was his lifeline. After all, once exposed, who knew whether some national leader might invite him over for "tea"? Every time he thought about this, Zhang Xiaobo's despondent mood would quickly reignite his confidence. Damn it, the fat man could still fly!

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