Martial Artist Combat Assessment

"Sett, be careful, stay safe." On the morning of August 1st, the Sett family rose early. Today was the day Sett would participate in the actual combat trial for martial artists.

"Dad, Mom, don't worry. If I can't pass with my strength, then no one can!" Sett boasted, trying to keep his parents from worrying too much.

"Every single day, you don't learn anything else, but you've certainly learned how to brag like your father," Jin Wenying laughed.

"Alright, son, I believe in you. Come back early," Xia Hai said.

Luo Feng also bid farewell to his family, and the two headed to the Extreme Martial Arts Hall to join Yang Wu on the train to the examination site.

"Prospective martial artists, we are the HR Alliance," a middle-aged man said on the carriage's large screen. "We, the HR Alliance, are the most powerful organization in the world, the wealthiest organization..."

Next, representatives from the military spoke, followed by the Thunder Dojo, and finally, the Extreme Martial Arts Hall.

All four parties worked hard to promote the benefits of joining their respective organizations to the prospective martial artists in the carriage. The sound of the martial artists discussing filled the entire cabin.

"Madman, Sett, you two are both joining the Extreme Martial Arts Hall. I also passed my prospective martial artist assessment through the Extreme Martial Arts Hall, so there's no reason not to join. Besides, you can still accept missions from the Underground Alliance and trade with them while in the Extreme Martial Arts Hall," Yang Wu said.

The military's influence is naturally the strongest within the country, while the Underground Alliance almost controls the world's economy, and no country dares to offend them lightly.

As for the Thunder Dojo and the Extreme Martial Arts Hall, although their strength isn't quite as overwhelming, one was founded by the world's number one powerhouse, 'Hong', and the other by the world's number two, 'Thor'.

As the founders of their respective dojos, no one on this planet dares to provoke them. Furthermore, these two major dojos represent freedom, which is why they are the choice of many prospective martial artists.

The actual combat trial for martial artists is held twice a year. There were over a thousand prospective martial artists on this train participating in the trial.

After the train reached its destination, the massive crowd of prospective martial artists entered a military camp. Outside the camp, a large number of thermal weapons and heavy artillery were deployed, their dark muzzles pointed outward.

Outside the base city, monsters could be seen everywhere, whether flying in the sky or running on the ground. The powerful firepower of this camp was naturally intended to deal with these monsters.

"Everyone, welcome to the Jiangnan Base City North Military Region. This time, a total of 1,660 prospective martial artists are participating in the actual combat trial. I hope most of you pass, and I hope even more that everyone survives the trial!

I won't say much more. Now, when your name is called, come up to collect your combat uniform and weapons."

Ten officers on the stage called out the names of the prospective martial artists. Fortunately, everyone possessed at least the strength of a prospective martial artist, and their reactions were quick enough that no one missed their turn.

One by one, the prospective martial artists went up to collect their weapons, which they had chosen in advance based on their physique and personal preferences.

"Luo Feng." A resonant voice rang out. Luo Feng smiled at Sett and Yang Wu, then rushed forward to collect his gear.

"Sett."

Hearing his name called, Sett hurried to the front.

"This is the pair of gauntlets you requested, along with your combat uniform and this communication watch, which can be used for positioning, communication, and more," the officer who called Sett's name said.

"Thank you," Sett smiled, then walked away with his gear.

Soon, over a thousand people had received their equipment. The prospective martial artists were very happy to see their gear; after all, these items were not accessible to ordinary people, and the combat uniforms were far more effective than any bulletproof vest. Of course, the use of thermal weapons was strictly prohibited during the trial.

"I heard you two were recruited in advance by the Extreme Martial Arts Hall?" A person with a purple birthmark on his face walked between Sett and Luo Feng and said.

"Hmm?" Sett put down his gear and looked at the man.

"My name is Wan Dong, and I was recruited in advance by the Thunder Dojo. I sought you out because I want to compete with you."

"Not interested," Luo Feng said.

"Oh? Compete in what?" Sett asked with a grin.

"Let's see who kills more monsters tonight, how about that? The three of us were all recruited in advance by our respective dojos, so we're certainly not ordinary. Passing the trial should be a piece of cake for us. Do you have the guts?" Wan Dong said.

"A competition isn't out of the question. Tell you what, a simple contest is too boring, let's add a wager," Sett asked. "Luo Feng, what do you think would be a suitable wager?"

Seeing his good brother was interested, Luo Feng pondered for a moment and said, "How about this: I'm sure that since you were recruited early by the Thunder Dojo, you must have a significant amount of starting capital. He and I will put up ten million each to make twenty million, and you put up twenty million as well. Whoever wins takes the pot, how about it?"

"Fine, I have twenty million," Wan Dong said. "Let's do this: the total number of monsters you two kill will be divided by two, and then compared to the number of monsters I kill. Whoever has more wins, how about that?"

"Good, straightforward. I love dealing with people who send me money," Sett laughed loudly.

"I have no problem with that. Just make sure you have the money ready," Luo Feng added.

"Heh, whether you can win my money depends on whether you have the strength. I've already won your money," Wan Duo said before walking away.

"Sett, tonight you and I will join forces and show them what the Thunder Dojo is made of," Luo Feng said.

"Heh heh, the Thunder Dojo guys are good brothers, too eager to send us money. Let's get some rest, otherwise, we'll be sleepy when we fight the monsters tonight," Sett said, and then he and Luo Feng returned to their respective resting areas.

"Wan Dong, how did it go?" After Wan Dong returned to a quiet spot, a burly man on the second floor asked.

"They agreed. Furthermore, we have a twenty-million wager. Whoever kills more monsters wins the other's twenty million," Wan Dong said.

"Haha, you've got guts, kid. I'm not worried about your strength. Go on, prepare well, and don't embarrass the Thunder Dojo."

In the blink of an eye, evening arrived. Over a thousand prospective martial artists were led by soldiers to a small town.

The entire town was blocked off by thick barbed wire, and a large number of soldiers patrolled the perimeter.

At this moment, heavy trucks drove toward the town, and roars could be heard coming from them. Sett looked toward the trucks and saw monsters caged inside. The roars of the monsters made many of the timid ones tremble.

"Everyone!" A resonant voice rang out. "This actual combat trial will begin at 6:30 PM and end at 6:30 AM tomorrow, a total of twelve hours.

During this time, you need to kill monsters. We have specifically prepared many H-level monsters. They have low intelligence, are bloodthirsty, crazy, and full of aggression. Of course, they are also the weakest monsters, equivalent to the strength of a 'Junior Warrior'.

The path of a martial artist is difficult and rugged; having high strength and speed doesn't necessarily mean you can kill monsters. The actual combat trial is meant to temper your character and help you adapt to life-and-death struggles with monsters.

For every monster you kill, cut off its left ear as proof. Each ear represents one point. Note: you must not kill each other. Do not harbor the thought of ambushing other prospective martial artists to get ears instead of killing monsters. The entire town is under full surveillance.

Out of you 1,660 people, those whose points rank in the top 60% will earn the qualification of a martial artist! Everyone else will be eliminated and must wait for the next prospective martial artist assessment."

The prospective martial artists below began to whisper among themselves, shocked by such a high elimination rate.

"Finally, if you are severely injured, press the distress button on your communication watch. We will rescue you immediately, though this also means you will be disqualified from the assessment."

"Everyone, enter Monster Town!" After finishing his speech, the officer left the town perimeter. Once all the prospective martial artists had entered, he gave the order: "Close the gates!"

As the gates slammed shut, the entire Monster Town was left with only the candidates and the monsters.

Inside the enclosed town, the many prospective martial artists scattered to hunt for their prey. Some chose to form groups of two or three.

"Luo Feng, Sett, I think this practical assessment is more about tempering our courage. Only by daring to face monsters alone can one be considered a true martial artist. I won't trouble you two; take care of yourselves," Yang Wu said after seeing others teaming up.

"Understood. Take care, Brother Yang. See you outside the town at daybreak tomorrow," Luo Feng said. "Sett, you be careful too. I'm heading out; this is the perfect opportunity to practice my blade technique," Luo Feng added, brandishing the blade in his hand.

"Alright, you both stay safe. And remember, don't let that guy win our money!" Sett called out to the departing Luo Feng.

Now that I'm on my own, why would I be afraid of these monsters with my Innate Secret Technique? Sett thought as he put on his gauntlets.

In his past life, he wouldn't even dare to kill a chicken, but that was the past, and the world had changed. This time, let these monsters be the first stepping stones on his path to becoming a powerhouse!

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