The third underground level remained silent.
The lighting in the training room had not changed.
White light fell straight down from the ceiling.
Steady.
Without flicker.
The entire room was evenly illuminated.
The floor was made of pale gray reinforced material.
Smooth.
Flat.
The faint marks from before were still there.
Like something heavy had struck the surface again and again.
But the material had not cracked.
Only shallow indentations remained.
The air still carried the residual warmth of the recent fight.
Breathing became clear.
Seven stood in place.
His body had already stabilized.
His breathing was even.
The previous close-combat exchange had not consumed much.
The Supervisor still stood at the center of the field.
His posture had not changed.
Both arms hung naturally at his sides.
His shoulders were relaxed.
As if still waiting.
A few seconds passed.
Neither of them spoke.
Seven moved first.
The instant his foot touched the ground,
his body structure changed.
First-stage ability activated.
Body Enhancement.
Not an outward burst.
But an internal transformation.
Muscle fibers tightened rapidly.
Joints stabilized.
Bone endurance increased.
Neural response speed rose.
His body felt recalibrated.
Strength began flowing through his limbs.
His stance lowered.
The next second—
Seven shot forward.
His speed surged instantly.
Several times faster than before.
His steps were almost silent.
The air was torn apart.
He became a shadow rushing toward the Supervisor.
The distance closed in an instant.
His fist was already thrown.
The punch speed had clearly increased.
The arm's trajectory blurred into an afterimage.
A slight change flickered in the Supervisor's eyes.
For the first time, his body adjusted noticeably.
His hand rose.
Block.
The fist struck his arm.
The sound was heavier than before.
The air trembled slightly.
The Supervisor's foot slid back half a step.
Seven did not stop.
The second punch followed immediately.
Faster.
Lower trajectory.
Blocked again.
But Seven had already entered close range.
Elbow strike.
Knee strike.
Movements erupted in rapid succession.
With enhanced body performance,
both strength and speed were entirely different.
The attack tempo escalated.
Air kept being sliced apart.
Each punch produced a short burst of airflow.
The Supervisor's footwork began to move.
No longer just half steps.
His body turned slightly.
Block.
Shift.
Press.
The movements remained simple.
But the tempo had clearly increased.
Seven continued to press in.
His punches cut in from the side.
Attack routes kept changing.
The Supervisor's arms moved rapidly.
Blocking each strike.
But his body had already stepped back once.
A distance change that had not appeared before.
Seven's speed kept rising.
His stance dropped further.
He surged forward again.
A straight punch from the front.
The Supervisor raised his hand—
Block.
But Seven's body suddenly shifted direction.
A lateral step.
The punch came in from the other side.
Elbow followed.
Knee followed.
Attacks erupted in sequence.
The air vibrated continuously.
Within seconds,
they had exchanged over a dozen attacks and defenses.
Then—
The Supervisor suddenly stopped.
His footing stabilized.
His body no longer retreated.
His gaze locked onto Seven.
Next second—
Ability activated.
Gravity Control.
There was no visible distortion in the air.
But the sense of space changed.
Seven charged again.
The moment his foot landed—
His body dropped abruptly.
As if weight had suddenly been added.
The ground felt heavier.
Even the air became viscous.
Every movement slowed.
The speed of his punch visibly decreased.
The strength was still there.
But something dragged everything downward.
The Supervisor stood in place.
The gravity field remained stable.
The range was small.
Only covering close combat distance.
But the closer one got,
the heavier it became.
Seven continued to attack.
Another punch.
But far slower than before.
The Supervisor raised his hand.
Block.
Effortless again.
His palm landed on Seven's arm.
Gently pressing it aside.
The attack trajectory shifted immediately.
Seven pressed forward again.
But the gravity grew heavier.
His steps felt pinned to the ground.
The air pressed downward.
Breathing deepened.
His movements began to lag.
The Supervisor did not pursue.
He simply stood there.
Maintaining the gravity field.
Seven suddenly stopped.
He stepped back.
Leaving the gravity range.
His body lightened instantly.
The air returned to normal.
Distance reopened between them.
Seven stood at a distance.
His breathing gradually steadied.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
Second-stage ability activated.
Mind Reading.
His consciousness focused.
Target locked onto the Supervisor.
Mental signals entered his perception range.
Seven attempted to capture them.
A few seconds passed.
Nothing.
No clear content.
The Supervisor's mental structure was extremely stable.
Like a compressed block of stone.
Almost no fluctuations.
No hesitation.
No stray thoughts.
Mind Reading yielded nothing.
Seven withdrew his consciousness.
His gaze shifted to a nearby table.
Several pens lay there.
He raised his hand.
Third-stage ability activated.
Psychokinesis.
The pens trembled slightly.
Next second—
They lifted into the air.
Suspended.
Then suddenly accelerated.
Shooting straight toward the Supervisor.
The air produced faint piercing sounds.
First pen.
The Supervisor raised his hand.
Caught it.
Naturally.
Second.
Caught.
Third.
Fourth.
More pens shot forward.
Faster and faster.
Angles began to vary.
Some from the front.
Some from the side.
Some dropping from above.
The Supervisor caught them all.
His hands moved as if he already knew the trajectories.
Every time—exact.
Seven continued driving his psychokinesis.
The pens accelerated midair.
Force increasing continuously.
But then—
The air changed again.
Gravity intensified.
The flying pens suddenly grew heavy.
Their speed dropped sharply.
Their trajectories began to sink.
Seven pushed harder with psychokinesis.
Force layered on.
The pens pushed forward again—
Then were suppressed once more.
Several froze midair.
As if pressed down by an invisible hand.
Seven increased output further.
Stacking force.
But the pens could not break through.
The gravity defense was like a thick wall.
Psychokinesis slammed into it—
Completely neutralized.
The pens slowly fell.
Dropping onto the ground.
Several light sounds echoed.
The air returned to silence.
The Supervisor stood where he was.
Still holding several pens.
The gravity field remained stable.
He looked at Seven.
Expression calm as ever.
As if waiting for the next move.