Assessment Complete

6:30 p.m.

The Martial Warrior Combat Exam began on time.

The military had selected three types of H-level Monsters based on speed and strength, releasing several thousand of them into an abandoned town.

There were the feline Shadow Cats, which relied on speed; the Iron-haired Boars, which relied on immense strength and defense; and the canine Tiger Mastiffs, which were relatively balanced in both speed and strength.

Over a thousand Quasi-Warriors entered the gates of the sealed town, then quickly scattered in all directions to search for and hunt their prey.

After all, the exam only lasted twelve hours.

Three or four thousand monsters had been released into the sealed town. Based on previous years' results, hunting three monsters was generally enough to meet the assessment standard.

However, among the Quasi-Warriors participating this time were four geniuses who had been admitted in advance.

Geniuses!

They were all extraordinary. Hunting thirty or forty monsters alone was perfectly normal!

What was more, those Quasi-Warriors confident in their own strength would certainly not be satisfied with a target of just two or three monsters.

Too many monks, too little porridge!

After separating from Luo Feng, Yang Wu randomly chose a direction and sped away.

Yang Wu had no interest whatsoever in the Soldier-level Monsters released in the town. He had come this time merely to go through the motions and earn a certificate.

The ruined town was filled with crumbling walls and broken buildings.

Inside a collapsed two-story building lay a monster covered in fur like sharp spikes, standing a full meter and a half tall.

An Iron-haired Boar!

Beside it was a pile of half-eaten limbs and remains.

A faint beam from a distant searchlight shone through its massive body, casting the shadow of a colossal creature upon a broken wall.

Rustle, rustle, rustle~~~

Suddenly, the dozing Iron-haired Boar opened its eyes and fixed them tightly on the figure slowly approaching without haste.

"Hrgh—"

Feeling provoked, the Iron-haired Boar let out a strange low growl. Its four thick hooves pushed up its huge body, and amid a foul, bloody gust, it charged forward with a thunderous rumble.

A cold glint suddenly flashed through the night.

Carried by its forward momentum, the Iron-haired Boar's corpse slid dozens of meters before crashing weakly into an abandoned wall, shattering it into pieces.

The Iron-haired Boar's huge body collapsed along with the broken wall, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Yang Wu calmly withdrew his spear and gave it a shake, flinging the blood from its tip.

This level of weak monster posed no pressure at all to him. Although it was his first time killing, he did not feel the slightest discomfort.

The combat experience he had drawn from the simulation was like an information storage device. It normally remained hidden, but at critical moments, or when he consciously considered something, it would automatically surface.

That combat experience felt as though he had lived through it himself. Every monster encountered in the simulations, along with their habits and weaknesses, had been imprinted in his mind.

"I haven't gone fishing in a long time!"

"Since I won't be sleeping tonight, this is a good chance to get my touch back."

Glancing at the Iron-haired Boar's fallen corpse, Yang Wu muttered softly.

Late at night, everything was silent!

The next day, before dawn.

The sky was just beginning to brighten. The sun had yet to rise, and a pale strip of dawn appeared on the eastern horizon.

"Woo, woo—"

Wave after wave of piercing sounds rang through the town from loudspeakers.

The combat exam was over!

On the rooftop of a dilapidated residential building not far from the monster town's gates, Yang Wu leaped down and quickly headed toward the exit.

His gains from the previous night had not been very good. He had fished until three in the morning, yet only a dozen or so prey had come to him.

Though those monsters lacked much intelligence, they still possessed the instinct to sense danger. After more than a dozen monsters had been sent there one after another, they had marked the place as a new monster graveyard.

Each of them had been so frightened that they simply took detours around it.

Seeing that the assessment period was about to end, Yang Wu came here and waited for it to finish.

At the town entrance.

Dressed in a spotless combat uniform, Yang Wu ignored the astonished gazes of the Quasi-Warriors behind him and strolled leisurely toward the registration point beside the entrance.

Yang Wu had no interest in showing off again. He casually took out five monster left ears to register, then returned to the crowd to wait for Luo Feng.

The Quasi-Warriors who had participated in the combat exam began emerging one after another.

Some were completely uninjured, carrying their trophies as they walked out with calm, carefree expressions.

Others had been injured. Some had difficulty moving their arms or legs and would need ten days to half a month of rest, while others were severely injured or even crippled, completely losing their qualifications to become Martial Warriors.

There were even some who had died in the combat exam. Their corpses were hauled out by a heavy truck and dumped onto the ground by the roadside.

Seeing this scene, those Quasi-Warriors who had been despairing over their disabilities suddenly did not feel quite so hopeless. Though crippled, at least they had kept their lives.

Every Quasi-Warrior who emerged went to the registration point beside the entrance and handed over the monster left ears they had obtained, proving how many monsters they had killed.

"Look, that's Luo Feng."

"So that's Luo Feng, the one Limit Martial Hall recruited in advance?"

"I wonder how many monsters he killed."

The moment Luo Feng emerged, he drew the attention of many Quasi-Warriors who had already come out.

Thirty-six monster left ears. Luo Feng's kill count far surpassed the fourteen ears held by the person in second place, leaving the watching Quasi-Warriors stunned.

"Madman."

Yang Wu called out from the crowd. Once Luo Feng spotted his target among the people, he hurried over.

"How was it? How do you feel?"

Looking at the somewhat travel-worn Luo Feng before him, Yang Wu asked softly.

"I improved a lot. Brother Yang, how about we give it a try?"

Luo Feng's physical fitness had now reached the Intermediate Warrior level, while his psychic power was two levels above his Martial Warrior rank. In other words, his Psychic Master rank had already reached the Beginner Warrior General Level.

Combined with some improvement in his movement techniques, and propelled by his psychic power, he could now dodge at the Entrance Level.

The tremendous increase in strength gave him considerable confidence. As he looked at Yang Wu, his gaze was filled with eager anticipation.

"Haha, sure. We'll talk after we get back. Just don't let yourself get discouraged when the time comes."

Yang Wu was not afraid of frustrating Luo Feng. It would only give him a higher target—then he would become that target, surpass it, and ultimately leave it far behind.

He was the classic type who grew braver with every setback.

Before long, a burst of commotion suddenly arose ahead.

Wan Dong, the genius Quasi-Warrior recruited in advance by Thunder Martial Hall, had used fifty-one monster left ears to take first place from Luo Feng, who had barely held it for a few minutes.

"Fifty-one? That's so much more than Luo Feng?"

"Huh, where's Yang Wu?"

"Look, he came out ages ago!"

Yang Wu, dressed in a spotless combat uniform, stood out conspicuously among the crowd.

"Does anyone know how many he killed?"

"No idea. He was the first one here, and I didn't hear how many he killed."

"You idiot. Look at how clean his clothes are, and he doesn't look tired at all. He can even chat so calmly with Luo Feng."

"Obviously, the Martial Warrior Exam puts no pressure on him whatsoever. He simply doesn't care about the assessment score."

"Brother, your analysis makes sense. Could you perhaps help me..."

"..."

On the other side, while Luo Feng was happily chatting with Yang Wu, a bearded military officer suddenly interrupted them.

"Someone wants to see me?"

Luo Feng was somewhat puzzled. Who wanted to see him at a time like this?

"Brother Yang, I'll go over first."

"Mm."

Yang Wu nodded. He knew Thunder Martial Hall was preparing to poach him.

But their attempt to poach someone was destined to disappoint them!

Sure enough, just like in the original story, Luo Feng firmly rejected Thunder Martial Hall's invitation in the lounge.

Afternoon.

Northern Military Region, Jiangnan Base City.

"Brother Yang, you didn't see it just now. That Wan Dong seems to have taken me as his opponent."

Luo Feng was baffled. Wan Dong had run over earlier and inexplicably said a bunch of things to him.

What he did not know was that after Wang Heng's remarks, Wan Dong had already regarded Luo Feng as his first opponent.

Sigh, poor kid...

For the rest of his life, he would have only that one opponent—an opponent whose back he would not even see in ten lifetimes...