Time Simulator

For the next period of time, Yang Wu did not go back to the bar to work security.

Of course, Yang Wu did not accept the kindness of Wang Zijin, who said he would continue to pay his salary; after three years, Yang Wu still had some savings.

Aside from going out to eat with Luo Feng once, Yang Wu kept to a strict routine: going to the Extreme Martial Arts Hall to train during the day and returning home to rest at night.

Just like that, time quickly arrived at July 1st.

Early that morning, Yang Wu had already met up with Luo Feng, and the two of them arrived together at the headquarters of the Extreme Martial Arts Hall in Yangzhou City—the Limits Pavilion.

"Yang Wu, you brat, you're here again. What, are you confident you can pass the prospective fighter assessment this time?"

An elderly man with graying hair walked out of the lounge at the entrance of the residential complex. He was holding a handheld computer and spoke to Yang Wu with a smile.

"Old Wang!" Seeing the old man come out, Yang Wu handed over his ID card and senior student certificate, greeting him.

"And who is this young man?" The old man surnamed Wang looked at Luo Feng and asked with a look of surprise.

"Old Wang, this brother of mine is also here to take the prospective fighter assessment. He just graduated from high school. How about that? A genius like this is quite rare, right!"

After saying this, Yang Wu turned to Luo Feng and said, "Ah Feng, take out your ID and senior student certificate. We have to get them checked before we can go in!"

Luo Feng hurriedly took out his documents and handed them to Yang Wu.

The old man surnamed Wang took the documents from Yang Wu's hand again and swiped them across his handheld computer.

"Yang Wu, you brat, you need to work hard too. If you don't pass this time, you'll have to wait until next February to take the actual combat assessment!" the old man reminded him kindly.

"Thank you for the reminder, Old Wang. I've made significant progress this time, so I should be able to pass!" Yang Wu said with a smile.

"Alright, you two go on in!" The old man surnamed Wang waved his hand, and the electric gate of the complex opened automatically.

Yang Wu had already been to the assessment site several times, so he quickly led Luo Feng into the main hall of the pavilion.

"Yang Wu, you're here too!" Seeing the two of them walk into the hall, a burly man with a thick beard sitting on a sofa stood up with a smile.

"Aren't you here too?" Yang Wu walked over with Luo Feng and reached out his right hand to shake the other man's hand firmly.

Afterward, Yang Wu pointed at Luo Feng and introduced him to the bearded man: "Luo Feng, my good brother. His strength is actually a bit higher than mine now!"

Yang Wu and Luo Feng had sparred before, and just as expected, after Luo Feng's coma following the college entrance exam, his strength had already surpassed Yang Wu's by a margin.

Yang Wu then said to Luo Feng: "Luo Feng, this is Tong Guan. He comes from a military background, and his strength is quite impressive!"

"Brother Tong!" Luo Feng nodded.

He remembered that in the original story, Yang Wu and Tong Guan had a bit of a disagreement during the prospective fighter assessment.

But after Yang Wu transmigrated, his personality had changed quite a bit, and he had actually become friends with Tong Guan.

As time passed, more and more people gathered in the pavilion's main hall.

By ten o'clock, when the prospective fighter assessment was about to begin, eight senior students had gathered in the hall to take the test.

Led by a middle-aged man wearing loose training clothes, the eight of them, including Yang Wu, took the elevator to the sixth floor.

The sixth floor was an oversized martial arts practice hall. At this moment, over a dozen fighters were gathered inside, chatting. Among them was the instructor from Yi'an District, Jiang Nian.

Jiang Nian and the others were clustered around a middle-aged man with long, flowing hair. Yang Wu knew that this was the master of the Limits Pavilion and the chief instructor of the Extreme Martial Arts Hall in Yangzhou City, Wu Tong.

"Alright, everyone is here. Let's get the testing started!" Wu Tong ordered.

The middle-aged man in the loose training clothes collected the ID documents of Yang Wu and the others and handed them to Wu Tong. "Boss, there are eight people today!"

"That's quite a few. I wonder how many will be able to pass?"

Wu Tong smiled, then took out an ID card and swiped it across the instrument that had already been turned on nearby.

Beep!

A wealth of personal information immediately appeared on the instrument's screen.

"We will now begin the first test: punch power test!" Wu Tong said calmly. "I believe you are all already familiar with the procedure, so I won't say much more. First, Tong Guan."

"Here!"

The burly man with the beard, Tong Guan, quickly stepped forward, stood in front of the punch power testing machine, and threw a punch with all his might.

The screen of the punch power testing machine immediately displayed the number—'986kg'.

"Pass. Next, Luo Feng." Chief Instructor Wu Tong continued to call out.

"Pass. Next, Bai Yang."

"Last one, Yang Wu."

After calling out, Wu Tong added with a special smile, "Yang Wu, you should be confident about passing the test this time, right!"

Wu Tong had a very good impression of this young man who had brought him tea a few times.

In truth, as a Warlord-level fighter, Wu Tong didn't lack the money to buy tea; he cared more about Yang Wu's thoughtfulness.

"Chief Instructor, I am indeed quite confident this time," Yang Wu said modestly.

In the original story, Yang Wu had passed the assessment at this point, so there was no reason he wouldn't be able to pass it himself.

"Alright, start the test!" Wu Tong didn't say anything more.

Yang Wu stood before the punch strength testing machine, his waist muscles coiled and snapped, and his right fist shot out, striking the center of the target.

The display screen immediately showed Yang Wu's result: '1094kg'.

"Pass!" Wu Tong laughed. "Next is the speed test. Yang Wu, you'll need to give it your all."

Yang Wu had undergone the assessment before, so Wu Tong knew very well that Yang Wu was lacking a bit in speed.

One person had failed the punch strength assessment, so only seven people remained to proceed to the speed test.

And Yang Wu happened to be the first in line.

Boom!

Yang Wu stomped hard on the ground, unleashing his full speed. After accelerating, he dashed through the speed testing zone at an incredible pace.

"Haha, Yang Wu, it seems you've improved quite a bit during this time!"

Seeing Yang Wu's result, Jiang Nian, the instructor for Yi'an District, let out a hearty laugh.

Yangzhou City had 12 districts in total, and there were 12 instructors like him in the Extreme Martial Arts Hall. With Yang Wu passing the speed assessment, his status as a martial artist was now a certainty.

One had to know that for every martial artist who emerged from the district he was responsible for, he would receive a certain amount of contribution points from the martial arts hall.

If he added Luo Feng, who had just passed the punch strength test, their Yi'an District might produce two new martial artists this time; naturally, he was happy.

Yang Wu turned back to look at the display screen: '26.2m/s'.

At least I'm a bit stronger than in the original story! Yang Wu let out a long sigh of relief in his heart.

In his memories, the original Yang Wu had barely scraped by the speed assessment, passing right on the line.

Having transmigrated three years ago, Yang Wu had been training diligently, yet he discovered that his growth in strength was no different from the Yang Wu in the original story.

How could he, as a transmigrator, accept that?

Now, he had finally surpassed that mark by a little.

Following that, the speed test eliminated two more people. For the final nerve reaction speed test, only five people remained.

The first to test for nerve reaction speed was the bearded man Tong Guan, but unfortunately, he did not pass the assessment.

Seeing Tong Guan looking somewhat dejected, Yang Wu walked over to comfort him: "Old Tong, you've improved quite a bit this time. You'll definitely pass when you come back next time!"

"You kid, stop with the empty talk. You passed the speed test, so this nerve reaction test surely won't stump you." Seeing Yang Wu approach, Tong Guan laughed and scolded.

"I just got lucky and started a few days earlier than you. With your strength, why worry about not passing the prospective martial artist assessment? It's nothing more than coming back one more time!" Yang Wu continued to console him.

"Last one, Yang Wu!"

Just then, the voice of the head instructor Wu Tong rang out.

"I'm going to take the test now!" After saying this, Yang Wu walked quickly toward the nerve reaction testing machine.

"Good luck!" Tong Guan shouted loudly.

"Brother Yang, good luck." Luo Feng, who had already passed all the tests, also called out.

Giving the two of them a thumbs-up, Yang Wu strode into the red circle area.

One minute later.

"60 seconds, hit 26 times, did not touch the red light, qualified, pass!" Head instructor Wu Tong announced.

After reporting the result, a smile appeared on Wu Tong's face: "Not bad, Yang Wu. Congratulations, you have finally become a prospective martial artist!"

"Thank you, Head Instructor!"

Hearing that he had passed the assessment, Yang Wu's expression was very excited, though his words sounded a bit perfunctory.

Wu Tong assumed it was because Yang Wu had just passed the assessment and didn't pay it any mind.

But what no one knew was that Yang Wu's excitement had a different reason.

Because the golden finger he thought would never appear had finally arrived!

"Time Simulator has finished loading. Activate?"

A mechanical voice quietly echoed in Yang Wu's mind.