Passed the Sparring Assessment

Arriving on the third floor, Chen Mo followed the signs to the Assessment Area.

Several people were waiting at the entrance to the Assessment Area.

Some sat in chairs without saying a word, the hands holding their assessment forms trembling slightly.

Some spoke in low voices.

Others stared blankly at the tightly shut doors.

When Chen Mo arrived at the Assessment Area, these people glanced at him before looking away.

Seeing no one he knew, Chen Mo found himself a seat and sat down.

Those who came to work as sparring partners were mostly from less well-off families, hoping to earn money through sparring.

Such people had generally mastered the Basic Martial Technique to Major Accomplishment and possessed relatively better talent.

By recruiting sparring partners like these, the martial arts school gained many benefits. It could discover highly perceptive geniuses and invest in them early.

Even if no genius emerged, it could still earn a good reputation by giving ordinary young people a chance to make money.

It could also serve the children of wealthy lineages, gaining both prestige and wealth.

It killed several birds with one stone.

Not long after Chen Mo sat down, he saw a young girl walk out with an excited expression.

One look at her face was enough to tell that she had passed the assessment.

Sure enough, a young man stepped forward and asked:

"Hello, did you pass the assessment?"

"I passed!"

"Congratulations!"

"Thank you!"

Chen Mo simply watched quietly.

The girl left after saying only a few words. The remaining people began discussing among themselves.

Some were nervous, some brimmed with confidence, and some guessed at the assessment's contents.

As time passed, one young man and young woman after another entered. When they emerged, some were thrilled and excited, while others hung their heads in dejection.

An hour later, it was finally Chen Mo's turn.

Chen Mo entered through the assessment doors and saw two people in the examination room. One was Wang Yun, the judge he had seen yesterday, seated behind a desk.

The other was a young man holding a weapon, standing with his arms crossed, radiating an air that kept strangers at arm's length.

Chen Mo hurried over to Wang Yun. Before he could speak, he heard Wang Yun's voice:

"Chen Mo, it's you!"

"Yes, Examiner!" Chen Mo did not know how else to address Wang Yun, so he called him Examiner while handing over his assessment form.

Wang Yun accepted the form with a smile and lowered his head to read it.

Suddenly, his expression froze and his eyes widened. He then looked up at Chen Mo.

"Your Basic Saber Technique has reached perfection?"

Seeing Wang Yun's incredulous expression, Chen Mo remained calm and nodded.

"Yes, Examiner."

Wang Yun could not help looking Chen Mo over twice before saying:

"I should have realized it. Yesterday, you instantly defeated Li Donghai. Your saber mastery had to be exceptionally high."

"Unfortunately, you used too few moves yesterday for me to make a judgment. Now, I have the chance!"

"This time, I'll assess you personally! I'm a Martial Artist, but I'll suppress my realm. The entire assessment will also be recorded, so you needn't worry that I'll make things difficult for you!"

Chen Mo had no objections to a fair assessment and nodded at once.

"Alright, Examiner."

"Good. I'll give you one minute to adjust."

After saying that, Wang Yun looked at the young man standing nearby.

"Wu Fei, take a rest. I'll personally assess Chen Mo."

Wu Fei immediately shook his head.

"Examiner Wang, I'm your assistant. Let me assess Chen Mo! Although my realm is a little higher, I can still assess him."

Wu Fei had naturally heard what Wang Yun and Chen Mo had just said. Thus, he was somewhat unconvinced by Chen Mo, who was younger than him yet had perfected his Basic Martial Technique.

Of course, what truly made him jealous was how well Wang Yun, a Martial Artist, treated Chen Mo.

Wang Yun had kept a cold face toward everyone who had entered for assessment earlier, yet when he saw Chen Mo, he was all warmth.

He was not even this gentle with Wu Fei.

Therefore, he wanted to use this assessment as an opportunity to knock Chen Mo down a peg and prevent him from passing.

If Chen Mo could not pass the assessment, even Wang Yun would not be able to pull strings for him.

Wang Yun considered it briefly, then agreed. "Fine, you assess Chen Mo."

Wang Yun saw through Wu Fei's thoughts at once, but he did not stop him.

At the Martial Disciple realm, there was not much to compare. The most important factor in Combat Power was still the Basic Martial Technique, so a difference of one or two minor realms was not much of an issue.

Besides, Chen Mo had crossed a minor realm to instantly defeat his opponent yesterday, proving that he possessed the Combat Power to fight above his level.

Wang Yun also wanted to see whether Chen Mo could defeat Wu Fei, a Ninth-grade Martial Disciple, across realms.

If he could, Chen Mo's evaluation would rise another level.

Of course, there was another reason. Since Wang Yun had just recognized Chen Mo, if he personally conducted the assessment, people might suspect him of going easy.

That would not be good for Chen Mo. After all, Chen Mo needed to earn money. If his reputation suffered, customers naturally would not choose him as their sparring partner.

Chen Mo had no objections whatsoever to changing the assessor.

Thus, under Wang Yun's witness, the two walked onto the assessment platform.

"Begin!"

As Wang Yun's words fell, neither Chen Mo nor Wu Fei moved.

Wu Fei spoke first.

"Chen Mo, be careful. If you can't hold on later, make sure to admit defeat in time! I'm a Ninth-grade Martial Disciple. Sometimes it's hard for me to control my strength. It wouldn't be good if you failed to surrender in time and got hurt."

Chen Mo naturally understood this kind of mocking, backhanded taunt.

Since you're courting death, don't blame me!

Originally, Chen Mo had planned to exchange a few more moves with Wu Fei and let him lose without looking too bad. Now, he would defeat Wu Fei in the shortest possible time.

Without saying a word, Chen Mo raised his saber with both hands and charged at Wu Fei using his movement technique.

That's it?

A Minor Accomplishment movement technique, charging in like a reckless fool and riddled with openings—Wu Fei could not help but laugh.

He could defeat such a weakling in two or three moves.

Wu Fei gripped his Wooden Saber and remained still. Once Chen Mo drew close, he swiftly swung his saber.

He could already picture Chen Mo being sent flying by a single strike!

However, before he could smile, Chen Mo had already changed moves. Saber and sword collided with a clang.

Wu Fei had not expected Chen Mo's first attack to be a feint. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and changed moves in time to avoid it.

But it was not over yet. Chen Mo's next attack came immediately. Wu Fei could only counter on instinct. Had it not been for his rich combat experience, he would already have lost.

Wu Fei did not dare remain careless. He put away his contempt and began fighting seriously.

However, Chen Mo's saber was too fast. During one hurried change of moves, Chen Mo found an opening, shattered his sword technique in one stroke, and pressed the saber tip against his throat.

"You lost!"

"Gulp!"

Even though it was a Wooden Saber, having its tip pressed against his throat filled Wu Fei with fear, and he could not help swallowing.

He had lost just like that?

Wu Fei could not believe it. Only three moves had passed, and on the fourth, a saber tip was already pressed against his throat!

Unable to accept it, he was just about to say that he had been careless earlier.

At that moment, applause rang out.

Then came Wang Yun's voice. "Chen Mo, you've passed the assessment! There's no need to keep your saber against Wu Fei's throat."