Moving

Limit Main Hall, a three-story standalone villa.

After the assessment ended, Zhuge Tao and Yang Wu walked downstairs together, chatting and laughing. The sight stunned the few people waiting quietly on the first floor.

When had they ever seen their supervisor strolling alongside someone else with such laughter and conversation? Even when facing Wang Heng, the supervisor of Thunder Martial Hall, he had never been so courteous.

Normally, once the testing and assessment were over, the person being tested would leave first.

Yet Zhuge Tao was warmly hospitable and personally invited Yang Wu and Jiang Nian to a small meal.

Zhuge Tao's undisguised behavior was practically screaming, "I want to invest in you." How could Jiang Nian not understand how lucky he was to have latched onto such a powerful backer?

Watching the two chat away before him, Jiang Nian silently buried his face in his bowl to better hide the excitement that had nearly reddened his face, exposing most of his bald head.

Mm, this meal really smells good!

The meal dragged on for a long time. It was nearly evening by the time Yang Wu and Jiang Nian finally rose to return to Yangzhou City.

Evening, Jiangnan Base City, main urban district.

A luxurious villa.

Inside a room, Zhuge Tao slowly uploaded Yang Wu's test data.

After the evaluation section, he gently typed six words: "Suspected Spiritual Reader." Yet just as he was about to click upload, he quietly deleted them.

"Since you want to hide it, I'll help you hide it for now."

Less than a moment after the file was uploaded, Zhuge Tao's private inbox suddenly received a reply:

Maintain attention!

Waves of shock immediately surged through Zhuge Tao's heart. Ordinary talented recruits only received replies through the public inbox. A reply through this private inbox—

meant Yang Wu had very likely already entered that person's field of vision.

He stood and looked out at the gloomy, overcast sky beyond the window. It was as though he saw a ray of light piercing through the clouds, saw Yang Wu's incomparably dazzling future.

Yangzhou City, Yi'an District.

Inside Landu Garden Community, Yang Wu's home on the seventeenth floor.

Though it was already deep into the quiet night, Yang Wu's heart could not settle.

Honestly, moving was not particularly important to someone like him, someone who lived alone and went through life alone.

It was the same anywhere. He had always been alone.

Still, a standalone villa had one advantage: it came with its own training hall, where he could check the progress of his strength at any time.

Looking at the doghouse he had lived in for more than a decade, he turned his gaze toward corners he had never paid much attention to before. They were familiar, yet strangely unfamiliar.

After a moment, Yang Wu picked up the broom that had been tossed into a corner and forgotten, then cleaned the entire room from top to bottom, inside and out.

He sorted out the clothes he had carelessly thrown about, folded them again, and arranged them neatly. He painstakingly cleaned every piece of furniture as well.

This was the first time since he could remember that he had acted so diligently.

Perhaps it was because he was leaving for good!

Quasi-Warriors who signed a contract and entered Limit Martial Hall early could choose residential rights to a villa in either Yangzhou City or the main urban district headquarters.

Based on proximity, Yang Wu naturally chose Mingyue Community in Yangzhou City.

Of course, everyone knew who he had really chosen it for. There was no need to say it out loud.

To Limit Martial Hall as a whole, an Advanced Warrior Level at twenty-four was not much of a genius.

The ages of sixteen to thirty were a period of rapid growth in strength. At twenty-four, Yang Wu was still somewhat too old.

But at twenty-four, he cultivated Genetic Force for the first time, increased his punching strength by over four thousand kilograms, and reached the Entrance Level in movement technique within a short time.

That... was rather unusual.

The Special Training Contract Yang Wu signed with Limit Martial Hall was the same one Luo Feng had received.

Residential rights to a standalone villa, twenty million in startup funds, and three secret manuals—one movement technique, one guiding technique, and one attack technique—each costing no more than fifty million.

Limit Martial Hall's rules were strict. The internal regulations set the maximum price of the three manuals provided to Yang Wu at fifty million, and even Supervisor Zhuge Tao could not change those rules.

All he could do was pay out of pocket on top of that fifty million, investing an additional 1.95 billion in Yang Wu for a total of two billion in initial funds to purchase secret manuals.

This round of investment alone directly shrank more than half of his personal fortune.

Invest with caution!

During the time Yang Wu was testing at the Limit Main Hall, Zhuge Tao had not been idle. He had someone investigate some of Yang Wu's background.

Very ordinary!

There was no story of repaying kindness, nor any life filled with dramatic ups and downs.

The only thing worth mentioning was his talent, his sole redeeming quality.

Yet that alone was enough. Anyone with clear eyes could see that as long as Yang Wu did not die, he was destined to soar into the heavens.

So, Zhuge Tao invested!

He was not merely investing in Yang Wu; he was also investing in the future of Zhuge Tao himself and the others.

However, the contract only recorded Yang Wu's punching strength increase of over four thousand kilograms and his Entrance Level movement technique.

Yang Wu's Advanced Warrior Level physical fitness was not included in the contract. Otherwise, he would have been fully qualified to enter the Elite Training Camp.

Of course, being qualified was one thing. As things stood, Yang Wu had no confidence in passing the B-rank trial.

Limit Martial Hall had two major training camps under its banner: the Basic Training Camp and the Elite Training Camp.

The Basic Training Camp selected talented martial artists from around the world. Those selected entered the Basic Training Camp and received better, more comprehensive training.

The Elite Training Camp recruited the most monstrous genius students, equipped with the most advanced training equipment and backed by the strongest teaching staff.

With all kinds of outstanding conditions gathered together, as long as the camp's students did not die, they were guaranteed to become War Gods. Thus, the Elite Training Camp was also known as the War God Reserve Camp.

Furthermore, the training camp's students were elites from all around the world, freakishly talented figures. Once they graduated successfully, they formed a terrifying network of connections.

For that very reason, every Elite Training Camp slot was priceless. Even super conglomerates and families, with their networks and hundreds of billions to spend, could not buy a single spot.

Under normal circumstances, one only needed to undergo an A-rank trial to be selected for the Elite Training Camp. But this year's slots had long since been snatched up.

Just like in the original story: in March 2057, because Huaxia Country's military demanded a slot from Limit Martial Hall at the negotiating table, Luo Feng, who came afterward, could only undergo a B-rank trial.

Therefore, if Yang Wu wanted to enter the Elite Training Camp, he would have to take the B-rank trial.

Within thirty minutes, he had to kill one hundred Savage Bulls whose strength and speed were nearly equal to the examinee's. Death during the process meant failure, and failing to kill them all also meant failure.

For the current Yang Wu, the chance of passing the B-rank trial was no more than thirty percent.

Unless his spear technique broke through to the Proficient Level, then with the support of his Entrance Level movement technique, Yang Wu would have an eighty percent chance.

Or his movement technique could break through again to the Perfect Level, allowing him to make the most effective use of every object in his surroundings and become seemingly one with the environment.

Only then would he have absolute confidence.