Dongshan Martial Academy's Assessment

On the training grounds, after being stopped by Lin Yi, Wang Kai said no more and stood with Lin Yi to rest.

After about half an hour of waiting like this.

Suddenly—

"Vice Principal Zhao Hai Hong and Guangling Martial Academy Dean Zhao Hai Shan have arrived!"

A loud voice echoed across the training grounds. Following the announcement, a white-haired elder with a smile on his face, dressed in a white robe, arrived at the training grounds, escorted by Dean Zhao Hai Shan, several Martial Arts Teachers from Guangling Martial Academy, and about ten teachers from the Prefecture City Martial Academy.

Dean Zhao Hai Shan himself trailed the white-haired elder by half a step, chatting and laughing with him as they walked.

The other Martial Arts Teachers held much lower status and were basically positioned at the very back of the crowd.

Seeing this, the disciples on the training grounds, including Lin Yi and Wang Kai, dared not be negligent. They cupped their hands in greeting:

"We pay our respects to Dean Hai Hong, we pay our respects to Dean Hai Shan!"

"There's no need for such formalities."

The white-haired elder waved his hand upon hearing this:

"Most of you probably already know the reason for my visit today."

"Dean Hai Shan of Guangling Martial Academy sent me a message a few days ago, stating that two rare Martial Arts prodigies have appeared at their Guangling Martial Academy and asking for an opportunity for them to enter my Dongshan Martial Academy to cultivate."

"I reviewed their profiles and found that the talent of these two individuals is indeed exceptional."

"Therefore, after much deliberation, and with the intention of cultivating talent for the sect, I have decided to set a simple assessment for them today. As long as they pass the assessment, they will be allowed to join my Dongshan Martial Academy to cultivate."

"As for the specific assessment content? Teacher Sun, please announce it!"

The white-haired elder, Zhao Hai Hong, instructed a teacher dressed as a scholar beside him.

"Yes! Dean!"

The scholar nodded respectfully, then turned to the disciples and teachers on the training grounds and announced loudly:

"Everyone, I am Teacher Sun Wen Fang of Dongshan Martial Academy. I am here today on behalf of Dean Hai Hong to preside over the entrance assessment for these two disciples from Guangling Martial Academy."

"The content of this assessment is also very simple; it will be conducted through one-on-one duels."

"Before the duels, our Dongshan Martial Academy will draw lots to select a disciple ranked within the top two hundred in the last Martial Academy Grand Competition."

"Subsequently, this disciple from Dongshan Martial Academy will engage in a battle with the first disciple from Guangling Martial Academy who has traveled from afar."

"If the disciple from Guangling Martial Academy wins, they will be considered to have passed the assessment and will be able to enter our Dongshan Martial Academy to cultivate."

"If they do not win, it can only mean that this disciple is not destined to be with our Dongshan Martial Academy, and we cannot accept them."

"The same principle applies to the other disciple from Guangling Martial Academy; there will be a draw, a battle, and the result will determine their fate."

"Alright! The rules have been explained. All disciples from Dongshan Martial Academy ranked within the top two hundred, please step forward. It is now time to draw lots."

"Yes! Teacher!"

Upon hearing this, many disciples present became instantly excited.

To be the opponent of these two country bumpkins and defeat them soundly was a great opportunity to show off.

The geniuses present were all young and spirited; how many of them didn't want to seize such an opportunity?

Moreover, after defeating these two country bumpkins, it would also serve to show these country bumpkins the vast difference between geniuses from small places like them and true young heroes like themselves!

"Pick me! Pick me! I must be picked!"

"Haha! Pick me instead. My Pear Blossom Mountain Splitting Axe has long been thirsty for battle! With my intervention this time, these two country bumpkins will surely never return!"

"Haha! Old Pan has a point, but my Yuan Feng's sword is not to be underestimated either! You should step aside!"

Countless young men and women excitedly stepped forward. After about twenty breaths of time, a sturdy young man holding a twelve-foot iron spear raised a red-lacquered wooden sign and shouted with laughter:

"Haha! I've been drawn! I've been drawn for the first round! I will be the one to fight in this first match."

"Hey! You two country bumpkins, who will come to fight me in this first match?"

"I'll fight you!"

Seeing the sturdy young man's arrogant demeanor, Wang Kai, who had already been simmering with anger, couldn't hold back any longer. He immediately stepped forward with his greatsword.

However, out of politeness, he suppressed his anger and, as per custom, cupped his fists in a martial arts salute to the sturdy young man, then said:

"I am Wang from the Wang Family of Guangling Prefecture City..."

"Enough! There's no need to announce your name!"

Seeing this, the sturdy young man waved his hand dismissively:

"I have no interest in knowing your name. We won't have any further interactions anyway, so stop wasting time and make your move!"

"You... you're asking for death!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Kai's anger could no longer be suppressed. He raised his greatsword high above his head, as if an ancient deity was splitting the heavens and earth, and slashed directly at the sturdy spear-wielding young man.

It was the first stance of the Fifth-Rank Martial Art, the Great Mountain Splitting Sword Technique—A Sword Splits the Mountain!

"Boom!"

The immense force exploded the air, causing layers of cloud rings to burst forth in the void.

Wang Kai unleashed a sword strike, carrying the momentum of a Sixth-Rank Martial Artist. Its power was truly extraordinary, possessing a hint of the force needed to cleave mountains and shatter stones.

"Huh? This kid is actually a bit stronger than we initially thought."

Witnessing this, a scrawny youth on the training ground exclaimed in surprise:

"Judging by the power of this sword strike, if he's lucky, he might actually break into the top two hundred of our Dongshan Martial Academy. He truly has some talent."

"Heh! So what if he has some talent?"

As soon as the scrawny youth finished speaking, a girl with a rather sharp face immediately sneered:

"Being from a small place is still being from a small place. Even with some talent, he can't fully realize it."

"With his current strength, he'll be at best at the very end of the top two hundred in our Dongshan Martial Academy."

"Zhou Shan, on the other hand, ranked one hundred and fifty-eighth in the Martial Academy Grand Competition held half a month ago. He's much stronger than this kid. I don't believe he can defeat Zhou Shan this time and pass the assessment to cultivate at our Dongshan Martial Academy."

"Exactly! This kid is just unlucky to have drawn Zhou Shan!"

"With Zhou Shan's strength, let alone winning, I think this kid won't even last a hundred breaths. Let's just wait and watch the show."

"Heh heh! Country bumpkins are just country bumpkins. They still want to enter our Dongshan Martial Academy? Hmph! Dream on!"

One after another, the youths and maidens began to mock him mercilessly.

Meanwhile, on the battlefield