New Year's Day.
After high-level negotiations and careful consideration, the Great Xia Nation established its second Martial Artist assessment center in Zhonghai.
It was a major event for Zhonghai. Many civilian and military martial artists had come, along with the city mayor, the garrison commander, and the director of the Great Xia Nation's Martial Arts General Bureau, all representing the authorities and attending the unveiling ceremony.
Inside the Martial Artist Assessment Center's main hall.
"I heard that person is coming too," a young martial artist said with some awe. In recent years, the number of martial artists in the Great Xia Nation had exploded. Zhonghai alone had more than a dozen civilian martial artists, and the military had even more.
Yet even martial artists were little different from ordinary people when faced with the legendary figure—the God of Martial Arts.
"Yeah, apparently he's coming. But Chief Chen is swamped with work and doesn't care for public affairs. He might have something come up at the last minute and not make it," another martial artist beside him said with a nod.
"That's true. We rarely get to see Senior Chen."
As they chatted, a commotion broke out at the entrance.
"He's here! He's here!"
The group exchanged glances, then shivered with excitement and surged toward the entrance as one.
A luxurious black car rolled up slowly and stopped at the entrance under the security guards' direction. Everyone instinctively held their breath.
The car door opened, and soon a handsome, otherworldly young man in sportswear stepped out.
Quite a few women couldn't take their eyes off him, as if they wanted to cling to him.
In the animal kingdom, males felt awe and submission toward stronger males, while females were different: a powerful male only seemed more attractive to them. The same