Promotion to First-Order Martial Artist

Two days passed in the blink of an eye.

Over these two days, aside from eating and sleeping, Lin Mu had practically stayed inside the cultivation room.

As he executed his fist technique once more, the blood qi within his body seemed to turn tangible, as if breaking through the Heavenly Gate, emitting a series of sounds.

And the attributes on his system interface had also changed noticeably.

"Name: Lin Mu."

"Blood Qi Value: 1.01 points."

"Skills: Fist Technique (Black Iron Grade 24%), Body Technique (Black Iron Grade 15%)."

"Cultivation Method: Five Hearts Facing Heaven Art (Minor Success 35%)."

"Martial Skill: Dragon Roar Fist (Major Success 29%)."

"..."

Compared to before, every aspect of his attributes had improved by more than a little.

More importantly, his blood qi had reached above 1.0.

This was the mark of becoming a First-Order Martial Artist.

After becoming a First-Order Martial Artist, the blood qi in the body would undergo a noticeable change.

The main meridians would be opened.

From a numerical standpoint, a Blood Qi Value of 1.0 and 0.99 didn't seem far apart.

But overall physical fitness and combat power underwent earth-shaking changes.

This represented the gap between an ordinary person and a martial artist.

Moreover, becoming a First-Order Martial Artist meant receiving more subsidies and gaining access to more resources.

For Lin Mu, he now had the qualifications to be admitted into a second-tier martial arts academy.

In the past, that was an achievement he couldn't have reached even with all his effort.

"Unbelievable! In just two days, I've reached this level, but it's also clear that my talent really isn't that great. Even with the system's critical boost, the improvement of Dragon Roar Fist is getting slower and slower."

Lin Mu let out a light breath.

If it were someone with stronger talent, they might have reached Perfection by now.

But he was still only at Major Success.

Although martial skill cultivation naturally slows down as it progresses, it still showed that his talent was indeed lacking.

Still, Lin Mu wasn't worried. With the system, as long as he worked hard enough, he had the potential to surpass even the top geniuses.

Once again, he arrived at the martial arts hall downstairs.

Lin Mu walked up to the front desk and said directly to her, "I want to take the First-Order Martial Artist assessment."

The pretty young lady sitting at the front desk had a hint of disbelief in her beautiful eyes.

She had seen Lin Mu a few times and knew roughly what level he was at.

Besides, hadn't he just taken a test two days ago?

How could he possibly become a martial artist in such a short time?

"Are you sure?" the front desk lady asked with some skepticism.

"What's there to be unsure about? Does this place not allow testing?" Lin Mu countered.

"It's not that. But the test costs a thousand yuan. If you pass, it's refundable; if you don't, it's non-refundable," the front desk lady said.

"Fine!"

Lin Mu scanned the code to pay.

Seeing Lin Mu so straightforward, the front desk lady, Huang Yan, had a flicker of surprise in her eyes.

But she still found it hard to believe that Lin Mu could become a First-Order Martial Artist in such a short time.

If he really could, then his martial arts talent was definitely not weak.

He would surely have a future.

If he took a liking to her, she might consider being with Lin Mu.

But Lin Mu didn't even glance at her, his figure walking off to the side.

Soon, a man in a suit walked over.

It was the same man who had helped Lin Mu register last time.

When he saw Lin Mu, there was also a hint of surprise on his face.

"I remember you just tested not long ago, didn't you?"

A hint of a smile played on Lin Mu's face. "I feel like my strength has improved, so I wanted to test it again."

The man nodded. "Come with me."

He led Lin Mu forward.

Before long, they arrived at a relatively spacious room.

No sooner had they stepped inside than a voice of regret came from not far away.

"What a pity—just 0.02 short on Blood Qi Value, and I'd be a martial artist."

Some of the people sitting in the rest area turned their gazes toward that person.

He looked no more than fourteen or fifteen.

To have cultivated his Blood Qi Value to 0.98 at that age was definitely a sign of considerable talent.

So even though he wasn't a martial artist yet, his achievement still commanded respect.

The examiner in charge of the test spoke up at that moment. "You're still young. No need to be discouraged. At your current Blood Qi Value, it won't take many days before you become a martial artist."

"It's just that my sister promised me—if I become a martial artist, she'll let me date Xiao Yu! That missing 0.02... who knows how long it'll take to cultivate." The boy's face showed helplessness.

A Blood Qi Value of 1.0 represented a watershed.

No one knew how many people were stuck at this threshold.

Hearing this, the examiner also wore a helpless expression. He understood what the boy meant. Back in his own day, he had cultivated his Blood Qi Value to 0.99, and breaking through that last 0.01 had taken him a full four months.

The gap between an ordinary person and a martial artist was just that tiny bit.

Yet that tiny bit also represented class and future.

Lin Mu's eyes swept over the boy for a moment, then he walked to the side and sat down.

Several others stepped up to test.

Out of six people in total, only one passed the test, with a Blood Qi Value reaching 1.0.

After completing the test, that person swung his fist at the punching target.

Punch force: 612kg.

A middling performance.

Lin Mu's figure stepped forward at that moment.

Some eyes fell on him.

He looked somewhat thin, and his clothes were clearly off a street stall.

Not the type who seemed highly talented.

But as Lin Mu placed his hand on the testing machine ahead, a set of data appeared.

Blood Qi Value: 1.01.

With the appearance of this information, surprise flickered across the faces of some present.

The man who had brought Lin Mu in earlier also showed astonishment.

He had just helped Lin Mu test not long ago. How much time had passed?

Lin Mu had already become a martial artist.

"Unbelievable... how did he manage it?" the man murmured involuntarily.

The boy who had been short by 0.02 earlier heard this and a look of confusion crossed his face.

"What do you mean? Is he that strong?"

"No, it's not that. Not long ago, his punch force was only 547kg. According to the form he filled out, he was at least 0.1 short of a First-Order Martial Artist. But in just two days, he's become one." The man explained.

A look of disbelief filled the young Li Yan's eyes.

Two days to break through 0.1.

What kind of monster was this?

If Lin Mu had been at 0.86 half a year ago and cultivated his way to becoming a martial artist, he wouldn't have been this shocked.

But just two days.

Even his sister couldn't do that.

"Incredible, isn't it? If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it either," the man said.

"He must have some special cultivation method," Li Yan thought to himself, his gaze toward Lin Mu growing somewhat heated.

The examiner in charge of Lin Mu's test also showed a trace of surprise, because he hadn't expected Lin Mu's Blood Qi Value to reach 1.01 either.

He gave a slight nod. "Congratulations. You are now a martial artist. Test your punch force."

Lin Mu nodded. Looking at the punching target before him, he took a deep breath and drove his fist forward.

497kg.

With the appearance of this result, many of those present felt somewhat disappointed.

Because after becoming a First-Order Martial Artist, several meridians in the body would be unblocked, and overall physical quality would see a marked improvement.

But before the examiner could speak, Lin Mu stretched his limbs, and from within his silhouette, the sound of a Dragon's Roar rang out.

His fist clenched tightly as he punched forward, and for a moment, it was as if a flood dragon was crashing into a mountain.

A booming sound echoed.

On the display screen ahead, a set of numbers appeared.

"...kg."