Martial Artist Verification Examination

Lu Chuan's words caught the beautiful woman off guard, and she froze for a moment.

"You... want to certify as a Martial Artist?"

The woman looked at Lu Chuan, a flicker of astonishment passing through her eyes.

Lu Chuan was far too young. He looked under twenty, and judging by his clothes, he was most likely from the Outer City.

An Outer City pauper under twenty actually wanted to undergo Martial Artist verification.

If Lu Chuan had not looked so serious, so unlike someone who was lying, she would have thought he was deliberately joking with her to draw her attention.

After all, it was not as though she had never encountered such people before.

Yet for some reason, she found herself thinking that Lu Chuan might truly be a Martial Artist.

"What, can't I undergo verification?"

Seeing that the woman before him did not answer, Lu Chuan frowned and asked again in a deep voice.

"Yes, of course you can..."

Only then did the beautiful woman fully come back to her senses. She hurriedly said, "Sir, applying for Martial Artist verification requires submitting some information. Please come with me and fill it out first, then I can submit your application.

"Once the application is approved, you may take the Martial Artist Verification Examination."

"Mm."

Lu Chuan nodded without saying more.

Then, led by the beautiful woman, Lu Chuan quickly filled out his information on a Smart Optical Computer in the hall.

Ten minutes later, his application was approved.

Led by the beautiful woman, Lu Chuan went directly to another hall on the third floor.

This was the examination site for Martial Artist verification.

At that moment, someone was already waiting at the entrance to the hall—a Middle-aged Man in black holding a file.

When Lu Chuan entered, the man casually swept his gaze over him and asked in a deep voice, "You are Lu Chuan?"

"Yes."

Lu Chuan nodded, his expression calm.

"Mm. I am your examiner, Ning Yang." The Middle-aged Man in black said in a deep voice, "Come with me."

With that, Ning Yang turned and walked into the hall.

Lu Chuan did not say anything in response.

After thanking the woman who had brought him here, he followed Ning Yang into the hall.

"Good luck, Mr. Lu..."

The woman smiled at Lu Chuan. "Try to pass the examination in one go."

"I will."

Lu Chuan nodded and strode into the hall.

At once, the doors of the hall slowly closed.

The Martial Artist Association's verification process involved a whole series of tests and examinations. It was not enough to simply claim that one had cultivated Internal Strength and achieved Martial Arts Reaching Rank.

In truth, the Martial Artist Association's standards were extremely strict.

If one had merely cultivated Internal Strength, most people would be unable to pass the examination and become a certified Martial Artist.

Lu Chuan had not known any of this before. He had only heard Chen Qingfeng mention it in passing when they had chatted last time.

The hall was huge and exceptionally spacious.

Aside from several special instruments, there was only a Weaponry rack.

"First, we test Punching Power."

Ning Yang glanced at Lu Chuan, walked up to a metal instrument, and swiped an identity card.

At once, the metal instrument before them slowly activated, and a metal panel gradually descended.

"Strike this panel with all your strength. However many punches you can throw in one minute, throw them all."

Ning Yang looked at Lu Chuan and said in a deep voice, "Remember, do not try to hold back. This concerns your score, and it also concerns the benefits you will receive in the future. Do you understand?"

"Understood." Lu Chuan nodded.

"Good. Begin now." Ning Yang nodded slightly.

Lu Chuan strode up to the machine. He did not immediately throw a punch. Instead, he took a deep breath and steadied himself.

The next instant, he finally moved.

His body was like a Fierce Tiger, his fists like a mountain flood.

Boom... Bang, bang...

Within one minute, Lu Chuan threw a full five to six hundred punches in a single breath, nearly every one erupting with his full strength.

As they struck the metal panel, a string of dull impacts rang out.

One minute later, as Lu Chuan stopped, an electronic synthesized voice sounded.

[Punching Power: 32,100 jin, Punching Speed: 9.3/second]

The hall fell deathly silent.

Ning Yang, standing to the side, was completely stunned. He stared at Lu Chuan as though he were looking at a monster, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

Holy shit, 32,100 jin of Punching Power and 9.3 punches per second. Is this guy really here to certify as a Junior Martial Artist?

Ning Yang was Roared inwardly.

Such strength had already surpassed the limits of the Ninth Rank. Even ordinary Eighth Rank Martial Artists probably could not compare!

"Examiner Ning, does this mean I passed?"

Seeing that Ning Yang remained silent for a long time, Lu Chuan frowned again and asked in a deep voice.

At the same time, he thought to himself, Even with the enhancement of Fierce Tiger Intent, my Punching Power is only 32,100 jin. It is far below what I can achieve with a blade or a Bow and Arrow!

My foundation is still too poor. If I could cultivate a High-grade Skin Refining Method and forge Bronze Skin, my physical strength would soar, and my foundational strength would increase greatly. Combined with Fierce Tiger Intent...

Breaking through 50,000 jin of Punching Power would be no problem at all.

Perhaps even higher.

Unfortunately, how am I supposed to obtain a High-grade Skin Refining Method?

Many thoughts flashed through Lu Chuan's mind. By then, Ning Yang had already recovered from his shock.

He gave Lu Chuan a complicated look and said in a deep voice, "You have passed the Punching Power test. Next, we will test your speed and combat techniques.

"If you pass both of those as well, the system will give you a score to determine your Martial Artist rank..."

"Martial Artist rank?"

Lu Chuan asked in a deep voice, "Didn't I apply for the Junior Martial Artist examination?"

"Junior Martial Artists are also divided into different grades. Different grades come with different benefits and rights."

Ning Yang gave Lu Chuan a meaningful look and said in a deep voice, "Did your teacher not tell you this?"

"I do not have a teacher."

Lu Chuan shook his head and smiled lightly. "Examiner Ning should have read my file. I come from the Outer City, so I never had the means to hire a teacher."

Lu Chuan was telling the truth, though that had been in the past.

As for now, he had several million on hand. If he truly wanted to hire a teacher, it would not be difficult.

But Lu Chuan did not think it was necessary.

With his current strength, Ninth Rank Martial Artists and even ordinary Eighth Rank Martial Artists were simply unqualified to teach him. As for powerful Eighth Rank Martial Artists or Seventh Rank Martial Artists, they were top-tier Combat Power throughout all of Fengle City.

His mere few million would not catch their eye at all.

"No teacher..."

Ning Yang froze. Then his pupils instantly shrank to pinpoints as he looked again at the file in his hand.

The shock in his heart only grew stronger.

The information in the file was very vague, with many things left undescribed. Besides, he had not examined it carefully before.

Now that Lu Chuan had said this, Ning Yang felt even more that Lu Chuan was too monstrous.

An impoverished boy from the Outer City had actually reached such a level before the age of twenty, surpassing many so-called geniuses from the great factions of the Inner City.

It was simply beyond belief!