Yangzhou City, downtown.
July 1.
It was the day the Limit Dojo headquarters held the Quasi-Warrior Assessment.
Bright Moon Residential District, bar on the edge of the Limit Hall lobby.
Luo Feng had just entered the lobby.
His good friend Yang Wu followed close behind. The two exchanged greetings and were chatting happily when—
A man surnamed Tong butted in at the wrong time. His words annoyed them, and the conversation soon grew heated.
But in an instant—
The sound of a blind man's cane tapping the floor echoed through the lobby.
Luo Feng, Yang Wu, and several other candidates waiting to take the Quasi-Warrior Assessment stopped their brewing argument.
They looked toward the sound.
And saw—
A tall young man with a long purplish-black band wrapped around his eyes, tapping the cane in his hand as he walked slowly into the lobby.
The sight—
Left everyone bewildered. No one understood why a blind man had come here.
The young woman at the reception desk looked puzzled for a few seconds, then hurried over to him.
"Sir, are you... here to take the Quasi-Warrior Assessment too?"
The receptionist asked because, at this time of day, everyone who came in was a candidate.
There were basically no other visitors.
But the way he was dressed certainly didn't make him look like a candidate. Or, rather, what was a blind man doing here?
"Yes, I'm a candidate. My name is Fang Yi."
Fang Yi's voice wasn't loud.
Yet everyone at the bar heard him clearly.
Before Luo Feng and the others could show even the slightest surprise, a middle-aged man wearing loose training clothes called out:
"Everyone, get ready. The Quasi-Martial Exam is about to begin... Is that one over there a candidate too?"
The middle-aged man first put a stop to the commotion around Luo Feng.
Then he looked toward the young man speaking with the receptionist.
"Yes, this gentleman—"
The receptionist was about to explain, but the man in the loose training clothes raised a hand to stop her.
"Then come over here. Everyone, follow me upstairs. The Quasi-Warrior Assessment is about to begin. Also, an old friend of our Yangzhou City chief instructor is visiting today, so remember to behave yourselves."
"Yes!"
At that, all those taking the Quasi-Martial Exam answered in unison.
As they gathered—
Many of them gave Fang Yi strange looks. None had expected a blind man to sign up for the Quasi-Warrior Assessment.
Though the authorities had never explicitly banned people with disabilities from taking the exam—
There were even quite a few examples of disabled Martial Artists. But for a Martial Artist, problems with both eyes were practically fatal. After all, it meant there was almost no chance of getting a high score on the crucial neural-response test. Without the ability to observe movement with both eyes, passing was nearly impossible.
Those from wealthy families could try taking special substances that could restore the body.
Like the Water of Life.
But such a rare treasure was exorbitantly expensive. Ordinary families wouldn't even dare dream of it, and even Martial Artist families would struggle to scrape together hundreds of billions.
"Sir, please leave your personal belongings here. We'll keep them safe for you."
The receptionist spoke with an apologetic expression.
"All right. Sorry for the trouble."
Fang Yi put away his blind man's cane and handed it to her with unerring accuracy.
"Without his cane, he probably won't even be able to walk properly..."
Several other candidates remarked.
But as soon as they finished speaking—
Fang Yi strode swiftly and surely toward the stairs, keeping pace with the others and maintaining just the right distance from the group.
Neither too close nor too far.
He judged the distance perfectly.
Luo Feng had even considered helping him earlier. But when he saw that Fang Yi moved with ease despite having no cane, just like any ordinary person, he realized that this candidate was no simple man. He wondered in surprise:
Is this candidate really blind?
The middle-aged man in the loose training clothes—
Glanced back at the group. His expression shifted when he saw Fang Yi, but he said nothing.
As they went upstairs—
Sixth floor.
More than a dozen people had already gathered in the vast Martial Arts Hall.
As the candidates entered—
A long-haired middle-aged man who had been waiting there stopped chatting with his friends.
That long-haired middle-aged man was Wu Tong, the chief instructor of the Limit Dojo.
Yangzhou City had one Limit Hall and twelve Limit Dojos. The head of a dojo was called an instructor, while the head of a hall was the chief instructor.
Wu Tong smiled as he looked over the candidates.
But when his gaze fell on the young man whose eyes were wrapped in a black band, his smile gave way to confusion, surprise, and curiosity.
Still, he said nothing about it and immediately announced:
"Now that everyone's here, let's get started with the tests."
At that—
The Martial Artist in loose training clothes from earlier immediately collected the ID cards of Fang Yi, Luo Feng, and the other seven candidates present.
He swiped the ID cards across a device.
Their corresponding information appeared on the screen.
As each name was called, the candidate stepped forward to take the test.
The first step was the punch-strength test.
"Tong Guan, punch strength: 986 kg!"
"Next, Luo Feng..."
Conversation gradually spread through the hall. After seeing Luo Feng's information, everyone discussed how young he was and how talented he seemed.
When his result appeared, it delighted and astonished them even more.
"Luo Feng, punch strength: 1,101 kg!"
Chief Instructor Wu Tong nodded with satisfaction. After offering a few words of praise and guidance, he continued with the tests.
Fang Yi stood quietly to one side of the line.
He showed no nervousness or impatience. His youthful face was completely composed. The Martial Artists led by Wu Tong naturally noticed this "oddity" among the candidates.
The Martial Artists didn't discuss him because, during the assessment, they cared only about the results.
The results spoke for themselves. Besides, they were curious why someone like Fang Yi, with both eyes impaired, dared to take the Quasi-Martial Exam.
As candidate after candidate passed the test, it was soon Fang Yi's turn.
"Next, Fang Yi."
Fang Yi heard his name and strode forward under everyone's watchful eyes.
He walked toward the Punch Strength Test Machine.
His steps were swift and precise. He stopped in front of the target with the same distance as the previous candidates.
As if he had perfectly healthy eyes.
"How is that possible? Is this guy really blind, or is he faking it?"
The burly, bearded man named Tong Guan furrowed his brows, confusion in his eyes.
If Fang Yi, the candidate, had perfectly healthy eyes, then why was he wearing a black band?
Was he just trying to attract attention?
Or to draw everyone's eye?
Luo Feng, Yang Wu, and the others had similar thoughts.
The dozen or so Martial Artists, whose faces had been faintly smiling earlier, were now completely serious. Their seasoned eyes all turned to Fang Yi's information on the screen.
They discovered that Fang Yi was also eighteen!
"He's so young. He must be a student too, just like you, Luo Feng." Yang Wu sighed when he saw the information on the screen.
Luo Feng gave a faint nod.
At the same time—
Fang Yi slowly raised his fist. His waist and hips twisted immediately like a great bow being drawn, his spine driving the force forward joint by joint. Then it burst out in a sudden strike, and his fist flashed past with a sharp thud.
Fang Yi landed his punch precisely in the center of the target.
A gust of wind swept by, and a number appeared on the screen...
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