Cosmic Origin - Dominator

The sky was deep blue, like a huge piece of blue jade. The midsummer sun resembled a giant fireball, hanging high in the sky, estimating the time to be around three in the afternoon. Yi'an District Third High School. "Ding ding ding..." With the loud bell echoing throughout the campus, a hustle and bustle immediately filled the air as students poured out of the various teaching buildings, chatting and laughing in groups as they headed towards the school gate. "Luo Feng senior! Luo Feng senior!" A deep voice rang out. "Ah Feng, someone is calling you." Among the crowd of students, a young man carrying books, dressed in a plain blue tracksuit, stood about 1.75 meters tall, looking rather slim. He turned his head in confusion at the sound. The one calling him was a tall young man, probably around 1.9 meters tall, with a robust and imposing stature. "Who are you?" Luo Feng looked at the newcomer with puzzlement, not recognizing him. The two of them were vastly different in stature, with one being burly like a black bear while the other, "Luo Feng senior," was just like an ordinary person. In terms of height... The difference between the two was huge. However, the burly young man seemed somewhat awkward, carefully observing his admired "Luo Feng senior" and thought to himself, "It seems that the rumors are true. Senior Luo Feng is quite approachable." "Luo Feng senior, I... I have something I'd like to ask for your help." The burly young man nervously said. "What's the matter?" Luo Feng smiled and asked. "When I practice boxing, I always feel like something's off when I punch. I wonder if senior can spare some time to give me some pointers." The burly young man continued, "According to the instructors at the martial arts hall, with my strength, theoretically, I should be able to exert at least 50% more force in my punches. However, I always fall short of that." The burly young man looked at Luo Feng expectantly. "Oh, is that so..." Luo Feng paused for a moment and nodded slightly. "Alright, how about this? This Sunday afternoon, during the martial arts session, you can find me at the hall." "Thank you, senior, thank you so much." The burly young man expressed his gratitude. Luo Feng smiled and left with his classmates. Watching Luo Feng leave, the burly young man's excitement showed on his face as he clenched his fist suddenly, the veins on his arm bulging. He let out a low roar of success, "Success!" "Luo Feng senior, did he agree so easily?" a student in school uniform exclaimed in surprise. "The rumors are true after all. Senior Luo Feng is very easy to talk to and a nice person," the burly young man grinned. "But... something's not right. In our Third High School with five thousand students, there are only three students who have earned the title of 'Advanced Martial Arts Student.' Among the three advanced students, the other two, Zhang Haobai and Liu Ting, are quite arrogant and unwilling to waste their time guiding us," the student in uniform pondered. "Is Senior Luo Feng really that easygoing?" Nowadays, in every high school around the world, almost every student, in addition to receiving academic education, also joins martial arts schools to develop their physical potential. In Yi'an District Third High School, there were three grades, totaling nearly five thousand high school students. The vast majority were junior martial arts students! Only a few were 'intermediate students.' Among them, only three were qualified as 'advanced students'! "Listening is not the same as seeing. Hmph, see that? Senior Luo Feng is different from the other two," the burly young man sneered. "Those Zhang Haobai and Liu Ting are from wealthy families. They have spent a lot of money since childhood to cultivate their strength. As for Senior Luo Feng, he's different from them!" The student in uniform nodded. "I've heard that too. Senior Luo Feng, like us, comes from an average family and still lives in affordable housing." "Yes, Senior Luo Feng has come this far solely through hard training. He's self-made with every punch and kick. Unlike Zhang Haobai and Liu Ting," the burly young man clenched his fist, took a deep breath, "My goal is Senior Luo Feng. Within four years, before graduating from college, I must pass the martial arts assessment and earn the title of 'advanced student' at the martial arts hall!" ... At this moment, the Senior Luo Feng they were discussing was walking towards the school gate along with a student in sportswear. "Ah Feng, haha, that big guy who asked you for advice on 'punching force' just now was praising you to his classmates." The sportswear-clad student chuckled. "Praising you for being a good person and easy to talk to." Luo Feng chuckled. "What's this, Wei Wen, are you jealous?" "Jealous of you?" Wei Wen rubbed his nose and grinned. "Dream on. I'm just amazed that the big guy who asked you for advice hasn't seen the real face of his admired 'Senior Luo Feng.' I remember it vividly... During that martial arts competition at the hall, the 'Senior Luo Feng' he admired took on three opponents at once, and those three advanced students couldn't get back up." Luo Feng chuckled. That battle was indeed his moment of fame. Luo Feng patted Wei Wen's shoulder and said with a smile, "Let's go, let's go home." Wei Wen exaggeratedly shook his shoulder, shouting, "Ah Feng, be gentle. Your pat almost broke my shoulder!" "Always pretending!" Luo Feng rolled his eyes. Wei Wen had been his close friend since they were kids, playing together from kindergarten to high school. Although they weren't biological brothers, their bond was almost as strong as siblings. Walking out of the school gate, the two went their separate ways. Wei Wen rode his bicycle, while Luo Feng walked leisurely, enjoying the cool breeze and beautiful scenery along the way. ... In the early summer, the streets of Yi'an District were bustling with people. The setting sun cast a warm glow over the city, painting the buildings with hues of orange and gold. Luo Feng walked on the bustling street, blending into the crowd. With his backpack slung over one shoulder, he looked like an ordinary high school student, but his calm demeanor and sharp eyes set him apart from the rest. Passing by a pedestrian street, Luo Feng's eyes suddenly lit up. There, a small noodle restaurant was emitting the aroma of freshly cooked noodles, attracting a long line of customers. "Boss, give me a bowl of beef noodles!" Luo Feng shouted as he entered the restaurant. The boss, a middle-aged man with a big belly, grinned and said, "Coming right up! Your usual, right?" Luo Feng nodded with a smile. The boss skillfully prepared a bowl of fragrant beef noodles and placed it in front of Luo Feng. "Enjoy your meal!" Luo Feng picked up the chopsticks and took a sip of the broth. The rich aroma filled his senses, making him feel warm and content. It was moments like these, enjoying a simple meal after a day's work, that made life worth living. As he savored the noodles, Luo Feng's mind drifted to the upcoming martial arts session on Sunday. He was looking forward to meeting the burly young man and helping him improve his skills. Teaching others was not only a way to give back but also an opportunity for him to sharpen his own techniques. Lost in thought, Luo Feng finished his meal and paid the bill before stepping out into the bustling street once again. The sun was beginning to set, casting long shadows on the pavement as the city gradually transitioned from day to night. With a satisfied smile on his face, Luo Feng headed home, ready to rest and recharge for the challenges that lay ahead.