Assessment

After leaving the Black Market, Zhang Zhi wandered the streets for a few rounds. Once he confirmed there was no tail, he returned to the hotel.

By then, it was already late. Having resolved to give tomorrow's assessment everything he had, he washed up and went to rest as soon as he returned to the hotel, preparing himself for the next day's test.

Zhang Zhi got up early the next morning. Standing at the school gates and looking at the words "Yicheng First Primary School," he felt inexplicably emotional.

He had nearly lost the chance to ever step through these gates again!

Yizhou First Primary School ranked among the top fifty primary schools in all of Qingshan Dao. It belonged to the First Echelon.

Its graduation rate remained above ninety percent, and it had sent many promising students to various Secondary Education Schools.

This world had nothing like Earth's nationwide, provincial, or citywide joint examinations.

If Secondary Education Schools wanted to find promising students, they simply stationed recruiters at renowned Primary Schools. Whenever they spotted someone with potential, they offered admission terms on the spot and tried to get the student to sign an agreement immediately.

Thus, a Primary School's graduation assessment was essentially equivalent to a Middle School's entrance assessment.

Since this was the final day, there were not many examinees. When Zhang Zhi submitted his application for the graduation assessment, only five people stood ahead of him.

The Mental Power Value test was quick. As soon as he submitted his application, he could take the assessment in the testing room next door.

Seeing the Mental Power Value of thirty-seven displayed on the instrument, the assessment Teacher gave Zhang Zhi a surprised look.

This was the highest Mental Power Value he had seen in a graduation assessment in Over Ten Years.

With this Mental Power Value, even if the Small World Zhang Zhi had opened up was a Blank Small World, he could still enter a decent Middle School.

When he handed Zhang Zhi the Mental Power Value assessment result, he offered a word of encouragement. "Keep it up!"

"Thank you, Teacher!"

With his Mental Power Value assessment result in hand, Zhang Zhi headed to the Combat Assessment Point: the Training Ground in the school's open-air Gymnasium.

All the stationed teachers were gathered here.

Other than special paths, such as the Water World—Dragon Palace World path, Combat Assessments for all other paths were held at the Training Ground.

The creature used for the school's assessments was, without exception, the Footman Armor. A human clad in heavy armor was already an Elite Realm cultivator, and facing such a warrior was a nightmare for any enemy.

The vast majority of Realm Lords who followed the Human Path would cultivate Footman Armor, these highly cost-effective Elite Tier warriors.

Zhang Zhi had the same plan. Every human in his Small World practiced Blood Refining. If Blood Refining experts wore Footman Armor as well, then with sufficient numbers, they might be able to overwhelm even Transcendent Realm opponents to death, let alone Mortal Transformation Realm ones.

An assessment was currently underway on the Training Ground.

The student taking the assessment had apparently prepared a strategy beforehand. The one he summoned was a Ranger who seemed to possess an Acceleration Skill.

The Ranger relied on his speed to dart all over the Training Ground. Several times, when the Footman Armor was about to catch him, he suddenly accelerated and shot forward, narrowly escaping its interception.

Anyone with eyes could tell that the Ranger's defeat was only a matter of time.

Yet Zhang Zhi could hear several stationed teachers nearby quietly discussing the examinee who had summoned the Ranger. They were rather interested in him.

The next few students performed rather ordinarily. The people they summoned were clearly just average humans.

The examinee directly ahead of Zhang Zhi summoned a human holding a Stone Knife.

Quite a few students who had specifically come to observe nearly laughed themselves breathless at the sight.

On the High Platform some distance away, a Bearded Man said to the person beside him, "Your school's current class seems pretty weak."

The person beside him replied blandly, "What school doesn't have a poor student?"

"Haha, just one?"

"What school doesn't have a few poor students?"

Perhaps because the previous examinees had performed so poorly, hardly anyone paid attention when it was Zhang Zhi's turn.

Those taking the exam on the final day were basically the weakest batch. By this point, the teachers stationed here had become somewhat lax as well.

The strongest Combat Power in his Small World naturally belonged to Fang Yun, who had created numerous cultivation techniques.

After the assessment Teacher announced, "Assessment begins," Zhang Zhi summoned Fang Yun. Directly opposite him, the Footman Armor on the other side of the Training Ground was charging madly toward them.

The Training Ground was roughly a hundred meters wide, and it would take the Footman Armor Over Ten Years to run across it.

The projection of Fang Yun, who had been summoned, shifted slightly beneath his feet. With a leap, he appeared before the Footman Armor, then pressed what looked like a light, gentle palm against its chest.

The next instant, the Footman Armor, which had been charging forward, was sent flying straight out of the Training Ground and slammed heavily into the barrier beside it.

The Bearded Man and the Cold-faced Man beside him, who had been bickering on the High Platform, exchanged a look after witnessing this scene. Both could see the surprise in the other's eyes.

Nearby, several students who had seen that Fang Yun carried no weapon and had been betting on whether he could last one exchange against the Footman Armor watched it get blasted away. Perhaps one of them had lost his mind, because he blurted out, "I told you one exchange would be enough, didn't I?"

Several stationed teachers who had been chatting with those beside them, while sparing only a little attention for the Training Ground, forgot all about their conversations when they saw this. Their gazes locked tightly onto Fang Yun.

The teachers chatting with them noticed that they had fallen silent and were staring at the Training Ground. Not knowing what had happened, they turned to look as well.

The previously somewhat noisy Gymnasium gradually became utterly silent.

More people who had not been paying attention to the Training Ground at all noticed the sudden silence around them. Unsure what was happening, they stopped chatting and looked around, trying to understand.

A few seconds later, the Gymnasium's glass windows seemed as though they might shatter beneath the thunderous uproar.

Are my eyes playing tricks on me?

My god, Mortal Transformation! It has to be Mortal Transformation! That person on the stage is a Mortal Transformation Realm expert!

What is going on? I actually saw a Mortal Transformation Realm cultivator during a Primary School graduation assessment!

What just happened? Why is everyone so excited?

"What? What did you say? That person on the stage blasted the Footman Armor out of the Training Ground with a single palm strike?"

Could this be cheating? How could a Mortal Transformation Realm cultivator appear in a Primary School exam?

The Cold-faced Man on the High Platform said to the Bearded Man beside him, "What school doesn't have a few geniuses?"

After saying that, he floated into the air and addressed the noisy Gymnasium. "Silence."

The hall fell silent once more. He floated onto the Training Ground, examined Fang Yun from head to toe, then asked in Zhang Zhi's direction, "Who summoned this?"