Yangzhou City, city center.
July 1st.
It is the day for the Quasi-Martial Exam held at the Limit Dojo headquarters.
Bright Moon Residential District, bar on the edge of the Limit Dojo lobby.
Luo Feng had just entered the lobby a short while ago.
His good friend Yang Wu followed closely behind, and just as the two were exchanging simple greetings and chatting happily.
Another man surnamed Tongted in at an inopportune moment, his words displeasing the two, and the smell of gunpowder began to rise in their conversation.
But in an instant.
The sound of a blind cane tapping the ground to probe the path echoed.
It caused Luo Feng, Yang Wu, and several other candidates waiting for the Quasi-Martial Exam to stop their impending argument.
Looking toward the sound.
They saw.
A tall youth with a purple-black band wrapped around his eyes walking slowly into the lobby, tapping the blind cane in his hand.
Such a scene.
It was astonishing; no one understood why a person with a visual impairment would come here.
The young woman in charge of reception saw this, and after a few seconds of confusion, she hurried over toward the youth.
"Sir, are you, are you also here to participate in the Quasi-Martial Exam?"
The reason the receptionist asked this.
Was because at this time, everyone entering was a candidate.
There were basically no idlers.
But due to his attire, he truly did not look like a candidate. Or rather, what would a blind person be doing here?
"Yes, I am a candidate, my name is Fang Yi."
Fang Yi's voice was not loud.
Yet it could be clearly heard by the few people in the bar.
However, before Luo Feng and the others could show any sign of surprise, they saw a middle-aged man wearing loose training clothes shout:
"Get ready, everyone, the Quasi-Martial Exam is about to begin... is that person over there also a candidate?"
The middle-aged man first silenced the noisy group including Luo Feng.
Then, he looked at the youth who was talking to the receptionist.
"Yes, this..."
The receptionist was about to explain, but saw the man in the loose training robe reach out to interrupt.
"Then come over here, follow me upstairs. The Quasi-Martial Exam is about to start, and today an old friend of our Yangzhou City chief instructor is coming. Remember, behave yourselves."
"Yes!"
As soon as these words were spoken.
Everyone present participating in the Quasi-Martial Exam responded in unison.
But as they gathered.
Many people looked at Fang Yi with strange expressions; they had not expected that a blind man would actually dare to sign up for the Quasi-Martial Exam.
Although the authorities did not explicitly forbid disabled individuals from taking the exam.
There were even many examples of disabled martial artists, but if there was a problem with one's eyes, it was basically fatal for a martial artist. After all, this basically meant that in the critical test of nerve reaction, it was almost impossible to get a high score, as without the dynamic observation effect of the eyes, passing was nearly impossible.
Those with excellent family wealth could try to take some special items that had the effect of restoring the body.
Such as Water of Life.
But such miraculous items were expensive, and ordinary families wouldn't even dare to think about them, and even average martial artist families could hardly scrape together the hundreds of billions required.
"Sir, please leave your personal items here, and we will keep them for you."
The receptionist said with an apologetic expression.
"Alright, thank you for the trouble."
Fang Yi put away the blind cane in his hand and accurately handed it over to the other party.
"Without that cane, I'm afraid he won't even be able to walk well..."
The other candidates remarked.
However, the words had barely faded.
Fang Yi walked quickly and accurately toward the stairs, keeping up with the group's pace and maintaining a precise distance from the line.
Neither too close, nor too far.
The distance was gauged perfectly.
Luo Feng had previously intended to help him, but upon seeing Fang Yi moving as freely as any ordinary person despite lacking a blind man's cane, he suddenly felt that this examinee was by no means simple. He sighed inwardly, filled with doubt:
Is this examinee really blind?
The middle-aged man wearing a loose training robe.
He glanced back at the line, his expression shifting slightly when he saw Fang Yi, though he said nothing.
Heading upstairs.
The 6th floor.
A dozen people had already gathered in the massive Martial Arts Hall.
As everyone entered.
A long-haired middle-aged man who had been waiting there stopped chatting with his companions.
That long-haired man was Wu Tong, the Chief Instructor of the Limit Dojo.
Yangzhou City had one Limit Hall and twelve Limit Dojos; the heads of the dojos were called instructors, while the head of the hall was the Chief Instructor.
Wu Tong smiled as he looked over the examinees.
However, when his gaze landed on the young figure with a black band wrapped around his eyes, that smile was replaced by a hint of confusion, surprise, and curiosity.
But he said nothing, immediately stating:
"Since everyone is here, prepare for the test."
As he finished speaking.
The martial artist in the loose training robe immediately collected the ID cards of the nine people present, including Fang Yi and Luo Feng.
He swiped the ID cards through the machine.
The corresponding information appeared on the screen.
Those whose names were called stepped forward quickly to take the test.
The first step was the punch strength test.
"Tong Guan, punch strength 986kg!"
"Next, Luo Feng..."
Conversations began to stir in the room; upon seeing Luo Feng's detailed information, everyone was discussing how someone so young could possess such extraordinary talent.
When the results appeared, it was even more delightful and surprising.
"Luo Feng, punch strength 1101kg!"
Chief Instructor Wu Tong nodded with satisfaction. After offering a few words of praise and guidance to the others, the testing continued.
Fang Yi stood quietly to the side of the line.
There was not a hint of nervousness or anxiety; his young face was full of composure. The group of martial artists led by Wu Tong naturally noticed this "outlier" among the examinees.
The martial artists did not discuss it, as they only cared about the results during the examination.
Everything was determined by the results, and they were also curious as to why someone like Fang Yi, who suffered from a visual impairment, would dare to participate in this Quasi-Martial Exam.
As one examinee after another passed the test, it was soon Fang Yi's turn.
"Next, Fang Yi."
Hearing his name, Fang Yi stepped out quickly under everyone's gaze.
He walked toward the punch strength testing machine.
His pace was swift, and he stood precisely in front of the target, maintaining the exact same distance as the previous examinees.
He looked like a person with perfectly sound vision.
"How is this possible? Is this guy really blind or faking it?"
The bearded man named Tong Guan frowned, his eyes filled with bewilderment.
If the examinee named Fang Yi was a person with sound vision, why would he wear a black band?
Was he playing to the gallery?
Or just trying to grab attention?
Luo Feng, Yang Wu, and the others all shared similar thoughts.
As for the dozen or so martial artists, their previously smiling faces had now turned incredibly serious, their seasoned eyes fixed firmly on Fang Yi's identity information.
They discovered that Fang Yi was also only 18 years old!
"So young, he must be a student too, Luo Feng, just like you." Yang Wu sighed subconsciously upon seeing the information on the screen.
Luo Feng nodded faintly in response.
At the same time.
Fang Yi slowly raised his fist, his waist and hips twisting instantly like a taut bow, his spine driving the force into his fist section by section before erupting with a sudden burst. A shadow of a fist flashed by, followed by a loud "bang."
Fang Yi struck the center of the target with precision.
A gust of wind blew past, and numbers immediately appeared on the screen...
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