The Time Simulator

For the next while, Yang Wu didn't go back to the bar to work security.

Of course, Yang Wu also turned down Wang Zijin's offer to keep paying his wages. After three years, he had managed to save up some money.

Aside from going out for a meal with Luo Feng once, Yang Wu kept to the same routine: training at the Extreme Martial Arts Hall during the day and going home to rest at night.

Just like that, July 1 arrived.

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

"Yang Wu, you're back again. So, do you think you can pass the Quasi-Warrior Assessment this time?"

An old man with grizzled hair came out of the rest room by the residential compound's entrance. Holding a handheld computer, he smiled at Yang Wu.

"Elder Wang!" Seeing the old man, Yang Wu handed over his ID card and senior trainee certificate and greeted him.

"And who's this young man?" Elder Wang asked in surprise, looking at Luo Feng.

"Elder Wang, my buddy here's taking the Quasi-Warrior Assessment too. He just graduated from high school. You don't see a genius like this every day, do you?"

Then Yang Wu turned to Luo Feng. "A-Feng, take out your ID and senior trainee certificate. They need to check them before we can go in!"

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

Elder Wang took the documents from Yang Wu and swiped them across the handheld computer.

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

"Thanks for the reminder, Elder Wang. I've made good progress this time, so I should be able to pass!" Yang Wu said with a smile.

"All right, go on in!" Elder Wang waved a hand, and the compound's electric gates opened automatically.

Yang Wu had visited the assessment area several times before, so he quickly led Luo Feng to the pavilion's main hall.

"Yang Wu, you're here too!" A burly man with a bushy beard stood up from the sofa with a laugh when he saw the two of them enter.

"Couldn't you say the same?" Yang Wu walked over with Luo Feng and clasped the man's right hand in a firm handshake.

Then Yang Wu pointed at Luo Feng and introduced him to the bearded man. "This is Luo Feng, one of my best buddies. He's a little stronger than I am now!"

Yang Wu and Luo Feng had already sparred before. Just as he'd expected, after Luo Feng had passed out during the college entrance exams, he'd become a little stronger than Yang Wu.

Yang Wu turned to Luo Feng. "Luo Feng, this is Tong Guan. He used to serve in the military, and he's pretty strong!"

"Brother Tong!" Luo Feng nodded.

In the original story, Yang Wu and Tong Guan had gotten into a bit of an argument during the Quasi-Warrior Assessment.

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

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

By the time the Quasi-Warrior Assessment was about to begin at ten, eight senior trainees had assembled in the hall.

Led by a middle-aged man in a loose training outfit, Yang Wu and the other seven took the elevator to the sixth floor.

The sixth floor was a huge Martial Arts Training Hall. A dozen or so martial artists were chatting inside, including Jiang Nian, the instructor for Yi'an District.

Jiang Nian and the others were gathered around a middle-aged man with long, loose hair. Yang Wu knew him to be Wu Tong, the Hall Master of the Limits Pavilion and the head instructor of the Extreme Martial Arts Hall in Yangzhou City.

"All right, everyone's here. Let's get started," Wu Tong instructed.

The middle-aged man in the loose training outfit collected everyone's ID documents, then handed them to Wu Tong. "Boss, there are eight people today!"

"Quite a crowd. I wonder how many of them will pass."

Wu Tong laughed, then took an ID card and casually swiped it over the machine that had been switched on beside him.

Beep!

A large amount of personal information immediately appeared on the screen.

"We'll begin with the first test: the Punch Strength Tester!" Wu Tong said calmly. "I'm sure you've all been briefed on the procedure, so I won't go over it. First up, Tong Guan."

"Here!"

The bearded Tong Guan hurried forward and stood in front of the Punch Strength Tester, then slammed his fist into it.

The number '986 kg' appeared on the tester's screen.

"Pass. Next, Luo Feng," Wu Tong called.

"Pass. Next, Bai Yang."

"Last up, Yang Wu."

After calling Yang Wu's name, Wu Tong smiled and added, "Yang Wu, you think you've got a good shot at passing this time?"

Wu Tong had taken quite a liking to the young man, who had brought him tea leaves a few times.

As a War General Level martial artist, Wu Tong wasn't short on money for tea. What mattered more to him was Yang Wu's thoughtfulness.

"Head Instructor, I do think I have a shot this time," Yang Wu replied modestly.

In the original story, Yang Wu had passed the assessment at this point. There was no reason he shouldn't pass now.

"All right, begin the test!" Wu Tong didn't say anything more.

Yang Wu stood in front of the Punch Strength Tester, drove his power from his waist, and slammed his right fist straight into the center of the target.

His score appeared on the screen immediately: '1094 kg.'

"Pass!" Wu Tong said with a smile. "Next is the speed test. Yang Wu, you'll need to give it your best."

Yang Wu had taken the assessment before, so Wu Tong knew he was a little lacking in speed.

One person had failed the Punch Strength Tester, leaving just seven to take the speed test.

Yang Wu happened to be first in line.

Bang!

Yang Wu stamped hard on the ground and unleashed his full speed. After accelerating, he tore through the testing area at breakneck speed.

"Haha, Yang Wu, looks like you've made quite a bit of progress lately!"

Seeing Yang Wu's score, Jiang Nian, the instructor for Yi'an District, laughed heartily.

Yangzhou City had twelve districts, and the Extreme Martial Arts Hall had twelve instructors like him, one for each. Now that Yang Wu had passed the speed test, becoming a martial artist was all but certain.

After all, whenever someone from his district became a martial artist, Jiang Nian earned a certain number of contribution points for the hall.

And with Luo Feng having just passed the Punch Strength Tester, Yi'an District might produce two new martial artists this time. Of course Jiang Nian was happy.

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

At least I'm a little stronger than I was in the original story! Yang Wu breathed a sigh of relief.

As he remembered it, the original Yang Wu had only just scraped through the speed test.

For three years after transmigrating, Yang Wu had worked hard at his training, but he'd found that his strength had grown no differently from the original Yang Wu's.

As a transmigrator, how was he supposed to live with that?

At last, he'd managed to get a little ahead.

The speed test eliminated two more people, leaving just five to take the final test: the neural reaction speed test.

The first to take it was the bearded Tong Guan, but unfortunately, he didn't pass.

Seeing how dejected Tong Guan looked, Yang Wu went over to comfort him. "Old Tong, you've made a lot of progress this time. You'll definitely pass next time!"

"You're just rubbing it in. You passed the speed test, so this neural reaction test won't be any trouble for you," Tong Guan said with a laugh when Yang Wu approached.

"I just got lucky and took it a few days before you. With your strength, why worry about passing the Quasi-Warrior Assessment? You'll just have to come back one more time!" Yang Wu continued to reassure him.

"Last up, Yang Wu!"

Just then, Head Instructor Wu Tong's voice rang out.

"I'll go take the test!" Yang Wu said, then hurried over to the Neural Reaction Tester.

"Good luck!" Tong Guan called out.

"Brother Yang, good luck!" Luo Feng, who had already passed every test, called out too.

Yang Wu flashed them a hand signal, then strode into the red circle.

One minute later.

"Sixty seconds, hit twenty-six times, never touched the red light. Qualified. Pass!" Head Instructor Wu Tong announced.

After giving the results, Wu Tong smiled. "Not bad, Yang Wu. Congratulations—you've finally become a Quasi-Martial Artist!"

"Thank you, Head Instructor!"

Yang Wu was thrilled to hear that he'd passed, but his reply sounded a little perfunctory.

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

But no one knew that Yang Wu was excited for a different reason.

Because the cheat he'd thought would never appear had finally arrived!

"The Time Simulator has finished loading. Activate?" a mechanical voice rang softly in Yang Wu's mind.