Limit Martial Arts School Global Headquarters

June 29th, 3:20 PM.

The Limit Martial Arts School Global Headquarters was located in Hongning Base City, in western Asia and relatively close to Europe.

During the Great Nirvana Period, Hong had led a group of followers to build a simple human base on this land, allowing countless refugees to settle there.

As time passed, Hongning Base City continued to expand until it became what it was today.

Wang Yi and Yang Hui sat inside an extended Cadillac, looking out at the scenery beyond the windows. The entire Base City was exceptionally beautiful, its architectural style completely modeled after ancient Chinese architecture, with pavilions and towers everywhere.

Wang Yi found that he liked this place very much. Perhaps it was because, deep down, he was a native-born Chinese.

As an individual, Hong really was extraordinary, Wang Yi sighed inwardly.

There were only five major nations in the world, along with twenty-three Base Cities, and Hong controlled one of them!

The number one in strength!

The number one in power!

The number one in wealth!

And the Limit Martial Arts School under his command was also the number one martial arts school in the world. Its influence was immense.

Who knew how many young people had grown up listening to Hong's legends?

But... Wang Yi then thought, that's only on Earth. In the universe, it wouldn't amount to much.

Still, no matter what, Hong had indeed made an indelible contribution to humanity.

Whether in his past life or this one, Wang Yi greatly admired Hong.

Before long, they arrived at the Elite Training Camp.

Wang Yi and Yang Hui got out of the car together and walked through the Training Camp's spacious gates.

The moment he entered, Wang Yi saw a massive black dragon sculpture nearly fifty meters tall.

Its enormous dragon eyes faced the entrance. No matter who entered, they would see them at first glance.

And when he met the Black Dragon's gaze, an endless aura of darkness instantly pressed down on him.

Wang Yi had already been mentally prepared, but he still felt his breathing hitch slightly.

Wang Yi knew that this had actually been a real SS-class, or King-class, monster!

After Hong killed it, the Black Dragon's pair of eyes had been placed on the sculpture.

This filled the entire sculpture with an invisible majesty.

Ordinary people would be affected by that invisible force simply by seeing it.

Even Martial Artists would feel pressure!

On the black scales of the giant Black Dragon, which stretched a full fifty meters in length, were small display screens, each bearing a name.

"NO.1 Renatus Bridge (530321)"

"NO.2 He Jing (520309)"

"NO.3 Eben Pass (520916)"

"NO.4 Chu Qiang (540601)"

"NO.183 Arthur Yates (560502)"

Wang Yi knew that this was the Elite Training Camp's so-called Black Dragon Ranking. It even included the name of Chu Qiang, a character he was relatively familiar with from the original story, and he was actually ranked fourth.

It was now June 29th, 2056. Chu Qiang should have entered the Elite Training Camp in June 2054. In just two years, he had surpassed countless geniuses from around the world to become fourth. It seemed Chu Qiang's talent really was impressive.

The person ranked last should have entered this May.

Looks like I was the only one to enter in June, Wang Yi thought.

Yang Hui was also explaining the Training Camp's affairs to Wang Yi from the side.

"...At present, including you, the entire Elite Training Camp has a total of 184 cadets. They are all the most outstanding geniuses from around the world... Rankings are held once a month. Those who rank among the bottom three, if they accumulate three times in the bottom three, will be eliminated."

Wang Yi noticed that Yang Hui said this incredibly smoothly. Who knew how many people he had already told it to?

Wang Yi followed him through the Training Camp. The entire place was filled with breathtaking ancient architecture. Antique palaces and exquisitely elegant pavilions made it feel as though one had returned to ancient times.

Rock gardens, flowing streams, and small bridges made it seem like a paradise on earth.

He could also see young men and women of all skin colors walking about in training uniforms.

"Those are the Elite Training Camp's Official Cadets." Yang Hui pointed at a massive nine-story pagoda-like building at the very core of the Training Camp. "That nine-story tower is called the Nine Heavens Tower. It is where all cadets study and train. Some special training rooms are there as well."

Wang Yi's eyes lit up.

It was finally here.

Every year, thirty to forty cadets graduated from the Elite Training Camp, so thirty to forty people were recruited each year as well.

However, two-thirds of those recruitment slots came from the Limit Martial Arts School's Basic Training Camps. Only one-third were recruited from other places around the world.

That meant that, at most, only a dozen or so people worldwide could enter the Elite Training Camp each year.

Spread across fifty-two Base Cities, it might take several years before a genius capable of entering the Elite Training Camp appeared in one.

The Basic Training Camp had a three-year program, while the Elite Training Camp's program lasted five years!

And the Basic Training Camp had far more cadets than the Elite Training Camp, so competition there was also extremely fierce.

Of course, that had nothing to do with Wang Yi.

Yang Hui brought Wang Yi to a two-story building in an ancient style and arranged for him to stay there. Tomorrow at noon, he would have to go to the Nine Heavens Tower for an assessment. However, Yang Hui clearly told Wang Yi that it was merely a routine assessment to test his current level. No matter his results, he would be able to join the Elite Training Camp, so he should not feel any pressure.

Wang Yi naturally knew that the so-called assessment was a Trial Tower challenge in the Virtual Space.

Of course he would not feel any pressure. Even if it were a real test, with his current Body Movement and Blade Technique, plus his mastery of the First Layer of the Nine Heavens Thunder Blade's force exertion, he would have more than enough to pass even Luo Feng's B-rank assessment from the original story.

Besides, ordinary Elite Training Camp entrance tests were only A-rank assessments.

The reason Luo Feng had received a B-rank assessment in the original story was that all of that year's Chinese slots had already been taken, so the assessment difficulty had been raised.

After Yang Hui left, Wang Yi stood alone in the quiet pavilion. He went to the study on the second floor, silently set down his luggage backpack, then stepped onto the balcony and looked out over the entire Training Camp.

It was nearly dusk. The whole Training Camp was bathed in the lingering glow of the setting sun, each exquisitely crafted antique building seeming to be draped in a veil of gold. It was serene and still, so beautiful that it felt unreal.

What a wonderful place, Wang Yi praised inwardly.

While admiring the Training Camp's scenery, Wang Yi did not forget the more important matter.

"Sign in."

The next moment—

Ding! Congratulations, Host, sign-in successful. Reward: +10 experience each for Body Movement and Blade Technique.

Your Body Movement has advanced to the Artistic Conception level.

Your Blade Technique has advanced to the Artistic Conception level.

Remaining sign-ins at this location: 0

Almost the instant the panel prompt appeared, a powerful flood of information surged into Wang Yi's consciousness.

His mind went blank, as though he had sunk into an ocean of time.

He saw a youth who looked exactly like himself, his expression cold and indifferent as he swung his blade and practiced Blade Technique through spring, summer, autumn, and winter, never stopping despite wind or rain.

Forests, oceans, grasslands, mountains, deserts...

Who knew how much time passed? At last, when the youth arrived at a desolate, deathly place where ash drifted down from the sky, he suddenly saw a towering volcano erupt. As heaven and earth shook and all things turned to ash amid soaring flames, the youth understood in an instant.

The youth shot forward, moving as fast as lightning and sparks. It was as though a flaming meteor had appeared between heaven and earth.

He slashed out with one blade, like a volcanic eruption that burned all things to nothing.

Boom!

Wang Yi suddenly shuddered and woke up.

He looked at his hands, yet that feeling still lingered in his heart.

"This... is the Artistic Conception level?"

"I've reached the Artistic Conception level just like that?"