Heading to Headquarters

Chen Hao did not waste any time. Without even returning to Mingyue Community, he used his Martial Artist privileges to board a train straight for the main urban district of the Base City.

When he arrived at the main urban district's headquarters hall, he discovered that there was an unfamiliar middle-aged man in Zhuge Tao's villa.

Zhuge Tao was delighted to see Chen Hao arrive. "Come, Chen Hao, let me introduce you. This is President Zhou of our Jiangnan Base City's Extreme Martial Arts Hall. President Zhou is a genuine War God Rank expert."

"Hello, President," Chen Hao greeted him.

"So you're Chen Hao. Not bad! A talented youngster from our Jiangnan Base City." Seeing that Chen Hao lacked the arrogance common among young geniuses, President Zhou felt quite gratified.

"Thank you for your praise, President, but I don't deserve it."

"You do deserve it! Otherwise, Zhuge Tao and I wouldn't have recommended you to the Global Elite Training Camp."

Just then, President Zhou's phone rang. "Zhou Zhengyong, you old bastard, you really know how to make trouble for me. The Training Camp's slots for the first half of the year are already full, all right? Where am I supposed to find another slot for you?"

"What trouble? How many people at the Training Camp have talent that can compare to Chen Hao's? I refuse to believe you didn't just see his certification records. Since his Spiritual Thought Master cultivation has already reached the Advanced Warlord Rank, his physical fitness has naturally reached the Junior Warlord level as well. He's only nineteen this year. Talent like that will make the other major factions drool. If Chen Hao gets poached, I'm not taking the blame when the Chief Hall Master holds us accountable. Don't say I wasn't loyal when the time comes." President Zhou was furious when he heard that.

"All right, all right. You old bastard, you explode at the drop of a hat. I'll have War God Yang Hui fly over in a fighter jet to pick Chen Hao up later. But let's be clear: he has to pass the B-level Assessment. If he fails the B-level Assessment, there's nothing I can do. He'll have to come over in the second half of the year instead." The supervisor on the other end of the call sounded helpless as well.

"What? A B-level Assessment? Are you joking? Weren't the previous assessments all A-level?" Zhou Zhengyong was furious.

"There's nothing I can do about it. After all, he's being squeezed in midway. If we don't raise the difficulty a little, how are we supposed to silence everyone else?"

"Does our Extreme Martial Arts Hall have to look at other people's faces just to nurture our own geniuses?" Zhou Zhengyong said helplessly as he looked at Chen Hao.

"President, believe me. There won't be a problem," Chen Hao said confidently.

If his Perfect-level movement technique and saber technique, combined with the second level of the Nine Heavens Thunder Blade, still could not clear the B-level Assessment, that would truly be absurd.

"All right. But if you can't get in this year, go to the Basic Training Camp. You'll still have a chance to enter the God of War Training Camp from there." Zhou Zhengyong was helpless too and could only comfort Chen Hao. "Old Zhang, when will Yang Hui arrive?"

"He left more than an hour ago. At a fighter jet's speed, he should be almost there by now."

"You bastard, you're full of nonsense. Headquarters must have agreed to let Chen Hao enter the Training Camp long ago, yet you're still teasing me here. I'm done talking to you." Zhou Zhengyong hung up angrily.

Seeing Zhou Zhengyong's expression, Chen Hao found it somewhat amusing. Just then, a blue disc-shaped fighter jet appeared above the villa, then slowly descended and stopped outside.

"War God Yang Hui is here. Let's go greet him." As Zhou Zhengyong looked at the circular aircraft, a hint of envy flashed across his face.

He then led the others outside the villa. The disc-shaped fighter jet landed soundlessly, and a middle-aged man in a gray robe stepped out.

"Yang Hui, you got here fast enough. Usually, you never come to see me when you have nothing to do." The moment Zhou Zhengyong saw the middle-aged man, he smiled and went forward to greet him.

The middle-aged man was clearly very familiar with Zhou Zhengyong. "Hahaha! Normally, I can't borrow a King-class fighter jet. Coming all the way here is too much trouble. You should know that when headquarters heard that a genius with top-tier Spiritual Thought Master talent—and exceptional Martial Artist talent as well—had emerged here, they immediately dispatched their own King-class fighter jet and sent me to pick him up personally."

"Chen Hao, come here. This is War God Yang Hui. He came specifically to pick you up this time," Zhou Zhengyong quickly introduced him.

"Hello, War God Yang Hui," Chen Hao greeted him.

"Good, good. We're family from now on, so no need to be polite! Old Zhou, I won't stay any longer this time. Headquarters is pressing hard, and I need to take Chen Hao back quickly." Yang Hui did not stand on ceremony. The moment he met Chen Hao, he was ready to leave.

"All right. If I kept you here, those people at headquarters would probably lose their minds soon. Go on, get moving." Zhou Zhengyong also understood the urgency of the matter.

Yang Hui led Chen Hao swiftly into the disc-shaped fighter jet, activated its intelligent program, and flew toward the global headquarters of the Extreme Martial Arts Hall.

On the aircraft, Yang Hui looked at Chen Hao's calm expression and inwardly admired his mental fortitude.

"Chen Hao, I came to pick you up in a headquarters fighter jet this time. Normally, if you wanted to return to Jiangnan Base City, you would have to take a passenger plane yourself. Passenger tickets are extremely expensive: ten million for standard class and twenty million for first class. I doubt you'll come back here much in the future. You're lucky, though. Those trainees whose families live elsewhere have it much worse. Their round-trip tickets every year cost tens of millions."

Chen Hao smiled. "War God Yang Hui, those who can enter the Global Elite Training Camp probably aren't short on this amount of money. Even if their families don't have it, earning tens of millions through hunting monsters should be easy enough."

"Hahaha, you see things very clearly. That's right. Once you enter the Training Camp, you won't lack money. What you'll lack instead are points. Only points can determine whether you can rapidly improve your strength." Yang Hui appreciated Chen Hao's clear-headed calmness even more.

"Thank you for the reminder. I'll definitely cherish my points."

"Don't worry about points yet. Right now, the most important thing for you is passing the B-level Assessment on the first floor of the Trial Tower. If you fail, you can only go to the Basic Training Camp. But passing the B-level Assessment won't be easy for you." Yang Hui glanced at Chen Hao and shook his head.

He clearly did not think highly of Chen Hao. After all, the Trial Tower tested a Martial Artist's true combat strength, which had nothing to do with a Spiritual Thought Master's methods and was instead more favorable to Martial Artists.

Time slowly passed as the two chatted. The disc-shaped fighter jet was extremely fast, and a little over an hour later, it landed at the entrance of the Global Elite Training Camp in Hongning Base City, the global headquarters of the Extreme Martial Arts Hall.

After the fighter jet landed, the moment Yang Hui and Chen Hao stepped out, its hatch immediately shut, and it automatically rose into the air.

"Those people really are impatient." Seeing Chen Hao's confusion, Yang Hui explained, "There are many matters to handle at headquarters every day. This fighter jet is shared, so many people are waiting to use it. Come on, let's head into the Training Camp."