A true Martial Artist never needs to adapt to their power.
It is something forged through their own arduous training, honed second by second, minute by minute.
「The Fearless Zone.」
This was the designated area for members of the Fearless Warband, a place filled with a cold, grim, metallic austerity.
Beneath a massive alloy dome were scattered individual Teleportation Platforms, power armor maintenance bays, and tactical briefing rooms.
The air was thick with the smells of machine oil, ozone, and the faint, distinct char of energy conduction, all blending into a unique aroma that belonged only to iron and fire.
A cold, electronic tone chimed from Qin Feng's identity bracelet, guiding him to the designated assembly point, C-7.
From a distance, he could see three figures.
