The willpower of Heroic Spirit Users was certainly powerful.
The Iron Torrent of mechanics was certainly fierce.
Beast Tamers commanding biochemical behemoths and insect swarms that blotted out the sky were certainly imposing and terrifying.
But when martial artists researched the mysteries of Spiritual Energy and genes to their utmost limits, they could unleash Sure Kill Skills capable of destroying heaven and earth, directly blasting the true bodies of Heroic Spirit Users, mechanics, and Beast Tamers to death.
Once the true body fell, what use were heroic spirits, Iron Torrents, insect swarms, or beast hordes?
Thus, "martial artist" ranked first among the Four Major Combat Professions.
At least, for the time being.
"Martial artists..."
This time, even Meng Chao's eyes could not help but shine.
That feeling of fist striking flesh, of using one's own flesh-and-blood body to forcibly blast open a golden road, was something no hot-blooded young person could possibly ignore.
As he was thinking, the clattering rumble of the wheels suddenly changed.
They had crossed the railway bridge and arrived in the Jiangnan Region.
The air here was thicker than in Jiangbei, as though the scents of blood, steel, and gunpowder had condensed together into two drill bits that kept boring into their nostrils.
Many examinees could not help sneezing wildly. Then they stared out the windows, dumbstruck, forgetting even to shout in surprise.
Thousands of Armored Airships floated in the sky, while thousands of the newest tanks stood on the ground—a literal Iron Torrent.
Witnessing such a majestic army formation firsthand was an entirely different experience from watching a television broadcast.
"That's the Dragon Might Cannon, right? It's fucking spectacular!" one examinee could not help swearing.
Everyone surged to one side of the carriage, leaning out through the windows to look.
Beneath the glow of the