Secondary Certification, Psychic Master

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"My Martial Artist identity certification was canceled?"

Jiang Fu's face darkened.

Those two bastards, Guo Fangdong and Ge Yanxia, must have done this!

Generally speaking,

after a Martial Artist died, to prevent others from misusing their identity information,

the Martial Artist Guild would cancel the dead Martial Artist's identity records.

A few days ago,

Jiang Fu had been lying in a hospital bed, with his Qi-Blood Value reduced to single digits.

He had been little different from a dead man.

And Guo Fangdong and Ge Yanxia were Jiang Fu's nominal guardians.

They truly had the authority to cancel Jiang Fu's Martial Artist identity on his behalf.

If Jiang Fu's Martial Artist identity had remained active, even if his severe injuries had reduced him to an ordinary person,

he would still have received subsidies from the Martial Artist Guild every year.

But now, his Martial Artist identity had been canceled.

Even though Jiang Fu had survived, he no longer received a Martial Artist's subsidies.

"Still, a canceled Martial Artist identity can be certified again."

Jiang Fu recalled the relevant requirements for Martial Artist identity certification.

"But my Qi-Blood Value is only 70 right now. That doesn't meet the standard for becoming a Martial Artist again..."

Jiang Fu had a headache.

This world

seemed peaceful.

But that peace was limited to the cities where humanity lived.

The Wilderness outside the cities was this world's true face.

...Even within the cities, nowhere could be called completely safe.

No matter how airtight the defenses were, there would always be gaps.

There were countless cases of Mutated Beasts or Realm Beasts entering cities through special means and slaughtering people on a massive scale.

Ordinary people...

Or rather, ordinary people of the civilian class.

They were flowers raised in greenhouses.

Under normal circumstances, they had no permission to leave the city.

Only Martial Artists certified by the Martial Artist Guild had the qualifications to leave the city and enter the Wilderness.

At this moment,

Jiang Fu had hit a dead end.

Having his Martial Artist identity canceled was a minor issue.

Being unable to enter the Wilderness Area was the major one!

For Jiang Fu as he was now,

entering the Wilderness Area and hunting Mutated Beasts

was the fastest way to make money.

"Or... I could certify as a Martial Artist using my identity as a Psychic Master."

"The Martial Artist Guild will definitely be able to answer my questions about Psychic Masters..."

"But being a Psychic Master is my trump card..."

The moment that thought arose,

Jiang Fu slapped himself.

"My trump card is Multiply by Ten, not being a Psychic Master!"

"My life is practically on the line, so why am I still worrying about that!"

Jiang Fu closed the Martial Artist Forum portal.

Having thought that through,

he continued browsing the web.

He looked up what he wanted to know.

Martial Artists, the Martial Artist Guild, the Wilderness Area, Mutated Beasts, Realm Beasts...

And this world.

About half an hour later,

he closed the webpage.

Combining the original owner's memories with the information online,

Jiang Fu now had a general understanding of this world.

"Among Martial Artists, Psychic Masters hold a status below Sequence Martial Artists but above ordinary Martial Artists!"

"Since that's the case, I'll register as a Martial Artist with the identity of a Psychic Master!"

Jiang Fu was just about to take a deep breath

when he suddenly remembered something.

He rushed from the third floor as if flying.

Only after reaching the living room did he let out a long breath.

"First, I need to find something to eat."

Jiang Fu used his Spirit Power to scan the first floor.

At last, he found several pieces of stale bread in the refrigerator in the first-floor kitchen.

"I can't be so picky anymore."

"If I can't even stand this little bit of disgust, I'll only be heading to my death in the Wilderness Area!"

Jiang Fu sat on the sofa.

As he gnawed on the stale bread, he thought about what to do next.

"Right! There's one more thing that needs to be multiplied by ten."

Suddenly,

Jiang Fu's mind stirred.

He remembered Guo Xiaofeng ramming into him at the hospital earlier.

Jiang Fu had avoided Guo Xiaofeng's frontal charge.

But he had failed to avoid his shove.

In truth, with Jiang Fu's current Quasi-Martial Artist physique, he could have avoided that shove completely.

But he had never expected Guo Xiaofeng to shove him.

His body had not been able to react in time either.

Neural reaction speed!

"Yes, neural reaction speed. It has to be faster!"

Both his body's reactions and his Spirit Power's responses were constrained by neural reaction speed.

If his neural reaction speed was insufficient, then no matter how powerful his Spirit Power was, it would be useless.

"I couldn't even avoid that useless Guo Xiaofeng's charge and shove. If I faced a Mutated Beast, forget killing it—I wouldn't even be able to save my own life!"

"Neural reaction speed multiplied by ten, lasting three days!"

The next instant,

Jiang Fu's body trembled slightly.

He felt that everything his eyes saw and his Spirit Power sensed

seemed...

to have slowed down.

"It isn't the world that slowed down. My reaction speed got faster!"

Jiang Fu's eyes lit up.

"I'll slowly figure out and learn the rest."

Whether in his previous life or this one, Jiang Fu had no combat experience whatsoever.

But he could explore and learn those things bit by bit.

Now,

Jiang Fu was a Psychic Master.

He did not need to confront Mutated Beasts head-on like ordinary Martial Artists.

He only needed to hide in some dark corner and be a sneaky opportunist.

Jiang Fu swallowed the bread in his mouth.

Then he gulped down some cold water.

"First, I'll go to the Martial Artist Guild and certify my Martial Artist identity again!"

With that thought,

he stood up.

"Wait... how do I get to the Martial Artist Guild?"

Jiang Fu scratched his short hair.

Bin City had thirteen districts in total.

Every district had a safe exit leading to the Wilderness.

The Martial Artist Guild branches in the thirteen districts were located beside those thirteen safe exits.

They guarded the safe exits to prevent Mutated Beasts from invading through them.

The original owner had gone to a safe exit twice.

The first time had been to undergo Martial Artist identity certification at the Martial Artist Guild.

The second time had been to enter the Wilderness Area.

"The safe exit seems pretty far from Blue Shore Manor Residential Area."

Although Jiang Fu greatly enjoyed the feeling of walking with his own legs,

he did not want to waste time traveling or finding the way.

Jiang Fu frowned.

Then he spread out his Spirit Power.

Inch by inch, he searched through the Villa.

"Found it!"

The next instant,

his Spirit Power stirred slightly.

Seven one-yuan coins floated out from a corner of the Villa's living room.

Jiang Fu carefully examined the coins.

Their size, weight, and material

were similar to one-yuan coins from his previous life.

"Good. There aren't any numerical codes or anything like that on them."

Jiang Fu breathed a sigh of relief.

"Multiply by Ten!"

Clatter!

The next moment,

the seven coins

directly became seventy coins.

They split into two groups and slipped into Jiang Fu's school-uniform trouser pockets.

"Seventy yuan should be enough for a taxi, right?"

Jiang Fu stood in the first-floor living room.

He searched around carefully for quite a while longer.

In the end, a small Fruit Knife floated out of the kitchen.

Jiang Fu stared at the Fruit Knife before him.

"Strength multiplied by ten!"

"Hardness multiplied by ten!"

"Toughness multiplied by ten!"

"Sharpness multiplied by ten!"

"...Quality, multiplied by ten!"

Buzz—

As his words fell,

the previously ordinary, unremarkable Fruit Knife

gave off a faint hum.

An unusual glint flashed across its surface.

It had already undergone a complete transformation.

Jiang Fu's Spirit Power stirred slightly.

Whoosh—

The fruit knife became a blur.

It swept across the marble coffee table in the middle of the living room.

Boom!

The next moment.

The marble coffee table split down the middle.

It crashed onto the villa living room floor.

The cut was smooth and even.

Jiang Fu looked with great satisfaction at the fruit knife floating back before him.

He tucked it into his school uniform sleeve.

Jiang Fu glanced once more at the clock on the wall.

13:17.

Then he stepped forward and left through the villa's front door.