Low-Key Wang Yi

But before that, Wang Yi had to be careful. After all, he was still too weak.

What Wang Yi needed to do now was reasonably raise his physical fitness to the level of a Quasi-Warrior before the Quasi-Warrior Assessment on July 1.

"Alas, looks like I can only train even harder during this time."

Wang Yi looked around the training hall, which was over a hundred meters long and wide, smacked his lips, and thought to himself.

"Fortunately, my physical strength was already at 800 kilograms. Even if I raise it to 900 kilograms over these two-plus months, it might be a little abrupt, but it won't be impossible to accept."

"The most important thing is becoming a Martial Artist!"

Martial Artists were filled with endless possibilities in this era!

That was why everyone wanted to become a Martial Artist.

In this era, Martial Artists held high status and great power, so they possessed a great many privileges!

Although they were likewise bound by the law, their status truly stood above that of ordinary people.

However, Martial Artists were also the frontline force against monsters. Every year, countless Martial Artists ventured deep into the Wilderness, only to die at the hands of monsters.

Humanity was able to maintain its current relatively peaceful way of life only because powerful Martial Artists protected it.

Rights and obligations were equal. Since there were gains, there would naturally be sacrifices and contributions!

Wang Yi knew all too well just how perilous this world was.

"Now, let's start with the first step..." Wang Yi walked toward a Training Machine.

Over the following days, Wang Yi continued attending school every day and training at the martial arts school. He also signed in at the Thunderclap Martial Arts School in his residential complex, receiving a ten percent increase in Cell Vitality as his reward.

So-called Cell Vitality was, in truth, a form of physical recovery ability.

For someone with strong Cell Vitality, even if their internal organs were severely injured and they coughed up blood, their internal organs might recover completely within half a minute. If an arm bone broke, it could also heal without a trace in a very short time.

The stronger one's Cell Vitality, the faster one recovered!

As a Martial Artist's body underwent genetic evolution, their Cell Vitality far surpassed that of ordinary people.

The more powerful the Martial Artist, the more astonishing their Cell Vitality!

At the later stages of evolution, even if an arm or leg was gone, Gene Energy could regrow it!

Of course, Wang Yi had only increased his current Cell Vitality by ten percent, so it did not have such powerful effects. It was better than nothing, merely allowing his body to recover a little faster after injury. Its usefulness was minimal.

Only then did Wang Yi understand what the randomness of the Sign-in Panel meant.

Still, fortunately, the rewards produced by the Sign-in Panel were all aimed at cultivation. It would not give him anything absurd enough to make people laugh or cry.

Afterward, before the College Entrance Exam arrived, Wang Yi spent some time signing in at every martial arts school in Jiujiang City outside the Main Urban Area.

He received all sorts of rewards.

Some increased speed and agility, some Cell Vitality, some physical strength, some Neural Reaction Speed, some Blade Technique...

Wang Yi's physical strength was now 3,300 kilograms. Part of that came from Sign-in Panel rewards, while part came from the improvements he had gained through training over the past month.

Wang Yi discovered that after his Gene Level had increased threefold, the speed at which his physical fitness improved through training had become countless times faster than before.

Even without Sign-in Panel rewards, he could easily raise his physical strength to the 900-kilogram Quasi-Warrior standard within two months!

If it had been before, I'm afraid even he would have needed to spend an unknown amount of time and effort in university to accomplish it.

Wang Yi finally understood that, after undergoing genetic modification and evolution through the First Calamity Technique of the Nine-Calamity Secret Manual, he was like those people in novels who had undergone Marrow Cleansing—he had been completely reborn!

His current physical fitness truly possessed the aptitude of a genius!

I'm afraid even his cultivation speed for Gene Energy Far surpasses that of ordinary people.

And this was merely one of Wang Yi's many current advantages.

His Body Movement and Blade Technique were also outstanding among people his age!

That evening, Wang Yi arrived at the Limit Martial Arts School.

"Xiao Wang, you're here." Most of the men and women training in the third-floor hall of the Limit Martial Arts School smiled and greeted Wang Yi.

Wang Yi smiled in response as well.

"Wang Yi, you seem to have improved quite quickly lately. Did you take some kind of medicine?" A slightly plump young man with lightly curled hair and a round face asked Wang Yi curiously.

"I've just been training more recently. I only improved a little," Wang Yi replied.

In reality, Wang Yi had been deliberately displaying his rate of improvement in front of others so as to reduce suspicion during the Quasi-Warrior Assessment.

He improved a little today, then a little more tomorrow. Add it all together, and the number became substantial.

To others, Wang Yi seemed as though he had suddenly taken some medicine. His rate of progress was astonishingly fast, and many Advanced Students curiously asked whether he had obtained some ancestral secret formula.

Because technology was highly advanced in this era, especially biological research, which had reached new heights, there were even Gene Potions that could allow ordinary people to improve rapidly! Naturally, they were also extremely expensive, beyond what ordinary people could afford!

Moreover, with martial arts schools thriving and the public cultivating, countless related industries had emerged.

Not to mention health supplements that assisted with training.

Although everyone suspected, Could this kid have been kept by some rich older woman? they did not think too much of it.

After all, he was a living person standing right in front of them, not someone who had suddenly turned into a monster!

Naturally, Wang Yi could not say that he was putting on an act. He simply joked around and muddled through it.

As he trained, he chatted with several friends he knew well.

"Come to think of it, I'm nearly twenty-six already. I've taken the Quasi-Warrior Assessment twice, but I failed both times." A young man in a sleeveless shirt and shorts, his solid muscles exposed and half his hair dyed white, sighed. "Don't be fooled by how little the gap seems. It might take us several years of effort to make up for it. The Quasi-Warrior Assessment is extremely strict. If you fail, you have to wait until next month before you can try again."

The few people beside him all nodded sympathetically.

"Brother Sun, you'll definitely pass this time."

"That's right, Brother Sun. You're so capable and work so hard. If you still can't pass, there'd be no justice in the world."

Brother Sun smiled and shook his head. "You make it sound easy. How could it be that simple? The Quasi-Warrior Assessment has high requirements for every participant's physical fitness. Punching strength, speed, Neural Reaction Speed... not one of them can fall behind. Speaking of which, punching strength should be the easiest to meet, followed by speed, with Neural Reaction Speed being the hardest. During my first Quasi-Warrior Assessment, my speed didn't meet the requirement. The second time, it was my Neural Reaction Speed. You shouldn't always focus on training physical strength either. You also need to pay attention to training and developing your Neural Reaction Speed."

The people beside him all nodded thoughtfully.

Brother Sun's gaze shifted, and he saw Wang Yi in the distance practicing weightlifting on a machine. Wang Yi was completely focused, drenched in sweat as he trained, and Brother Sun could not help sighing. "Ah, being young is wonderful. So much drive!"

He seemed to have forgotten that he was only in his twenties himself.