His development progress was around 12%. With a regular energy level of 20D.
Because of the "Sword Wing Knight," and the Melting Furnace Refining Method, there was a permanent boost of 200%, and with "Armored Four Arms," as well as "Charge Strike," there was a 900% boost.
An instantaneous burst could reach 180D, already touching the lower limit of C-level.
And in sustained combat, replacing "Charge Strike" with "Justice Combat" also provided a 700% boost, also within C-level standards.
Were he to face Balkan again, he would win much more easily. Increasing strength was the true path to power, and Li Ming had always worked hard for this.
"Passive enhancement items are relatively rare. I wonder if Professor Xia’s hammer will do," Li Ming pondered.
The Controlled Objects he now possessed were still far from the system he envisioned.
An almost explosive energy drove Li Ming straight to the training room, where he vigorously trained.
Not until night fell, and the vast expanse of stars scattered across the sky like rivers, did he return to his room.
He ordered a caramel pudding from the cafeteria. He had already had a nutrition drink earlier, but the delight of the taste buds was starkly different.
He hadn’t eaten for long when there was a knock at the door. Opening it, Li Ming’s eyebrows raised slightly—it was Chen Yan, whom he had seen earlier in the day.
This girl seemed to have just taken a shower, with her hair wet and loose, wearing a cute pink bear nightgown that fell to her smooth thighs, in slippers, her toes crystal clear.
"That..." Chen Yan’s eyes were somewhat timid as she hesitated to hand over a letter.
"I’m sorry, but I’m not planning on dating anyone for now," Li Ming shook his head.
"No, it’s not..." Chen Yan’s face turned red suddenly, and she fumbled, "This is your letter. I... I was just out for a walk, and the guard asked me to give it to you."
Who sends letters these days? Li Ming wondered to himself.
"Oh," Li Ming said, not embarrassed, as he took the envelope and was about to close the door.
"That..." Chen Yan faltered.
The door shut before she could finish what she was saying.
Her expression was blank and there was a momentary gloom in her eyes, but by the time she turned around, it had vanished.
"Why do I get the feeling this girl is trying to attach herself to me?" Li Ming mused to himself, combining it with the day’s events and feeling this strange sensation.
It wasn’t that he was narcissistic. With his current fame, it wasn’t surprising for such situations to occur.
Even Li Ruoning, who usually tried to seduce him under the guise of her position, sometimes took liberties with him.
If he could take full advantage of that, he wouldn’t mind.
The key point was that neither of these women seemed like they could be dealt with so easily.
"Lust for my body is one thing, but spending my money is another. If you have another motive, don’t blame me for dismembering you," he muttered.
After murmuring to himself, he opened the envelope and pulled out a piece of paper with just a few simple words on it, yet they made his eyes narrow—
[I know who killed Bian Heng, that night there was time difference]
Below was a string of codes. Li Ming recognized the format—it was the ID number of the Black Hole Network.
"Interesting..." Li Ming flipped the paper, but there were no other marks.
He was not alarmed; several possibilities instantly flashed through his mind.
Turning on his smart terminal, he first sent several messages to Li Ruoning and, after getting her reply, he contacted another person and made a call.
"Li Ming?" The other party picked up quickly, sounding very enthusiastic.
"Wang Ge, did you ask Chen Yan to bring me this letter?" Li Ming asked with a smile. The person on the other end was the guard who had been on duty that afternoon.
"Yes, the letter had just arrived half an hour ago," Wang Ge confirmed.
"Alright, thanks," Li Ming nodded with a smile. Just as he was about to hang up, an afterthought struck him and he asked, "What about the specifics?"
"The specifics?" Wang Ge hesitated a bit, then said, "After the letter arrived, I was going to find someone to deliver it to you. Not long after, I saw her taking a stroll, so I asked her for a favor."
It sounded very normal. After ending the call, he contacted Qi Xing.
"Why aren’t you sleeping this late?" Qi Xing sounded lazy.
"Just finished training. Help me check this sealed letter. The postal code is ******"
"That code is incorrect," Qi Xing said after hearing it. "Three years ago the postal codes were changed, there wouldn’t be letters."
"Okay, I got it," Li Ming ended the call, staring at the letter: "Such a simple flaw, is this telling me not to look further?"
"Is the dean testing me? Or someone else?" Li Ming rubbed his chin, too lazy to check the surveillance, sure that it would yield no clues.
"Or is it a threat?" He considered the string of codes on the letter and then chuckled, "Hehe..."
Whoosh! An orange flame ignited in his hand, and the envelope along with the paper turned to ashes in the fire.
"Idiots, do they not see who would care if this got out..."
No matter who it was, Li Ming did not want to be led by the nose. Given his current bulletproof public image, even if there were videos, they might still be deemed fake.
Most importantly, he believed that the person behind the letter was not certain he was the killer.
This seemed more like a probe, lose nothing if found out, and it wouldn’t matter if not. But he was also curious, "Who is behind all this?"