Assessment Ends, Official Martial Artist.

"Madman, you're also ridiculous; you actually killed 36."

"If I hadn't spent my time practicing movement techniques inside, I probably could have multiplied that by several times; killing over a hundred shouldn't have been a problem... but reaching his number is still a bit of a stretch. Truly, there is always someone better, and one must never slack off in their training."

Luo Feng sighed with genuine sincerity.

Fang Yi's count of several hundred firmly established him as the number one among the current Quasi-Martial Artist candidates.

As for the numbers submitted by everyone else afterward, they were basically all in the double digits.

Not a single person reached triple digits.

Wan Dong of the Thunder Dojo submitted 51 beast left ears, followed by Luo Feng's 36.

Although both of them had turned in quite a lot, with Fang Yi's terrifying total, they instantly seemed much less impressive.

Afterward.

Fang Yi washed up and changed into his casual clothes.

Just as he stepped out, he ran into Luo Feng looking for him, accompanied by another bearded military officer.

"Fang Yi."

"Let's go then."

Fang Yi's sudden response caught both Luo Feng and the bearded officer off guard; it seemed he already knew why they had come to find him.

The bearded officer then smiled: "It seems you two have already noticed. Because your performance in this assessment was too dazzling, you two have been targeted."

"Let's go. The supervisor of the Thunder Dojo has been waiting for you for a long time; he is quite impatient now."

Luo Feng was shocked to hear this. When the man came to find him and Fang Yi, he only said someone wanted to see them, but he hadn't expected it to be the supervisor of the Thunder Hall.

One had to know that the Thunder Dojo was one of the four giants in Jiangnan Base City.

Immediately.

The bearded officer led the two to a lounge.

As they entered the room, a burly man sitting at the head of the table suddenly opened his eyes, instantly fixing his gaze on Fang Yi and Luo Feng.

Seeing them enter, the man smiled and introduced himself: "My name is Wang Heng, the supervisor of the Thunder Hall. Come, sit, sit."

Seeing the man's enthusiasm, Luo Feng felt a bit confused and overwhelmed.

Fang Yi, however, sat down to one side with a calm expression, and Luo Feng quickly nodded to the man before sitting beside Fang Yi.

Once they were both seated, Wang Heng chatted happily about their current situation.

Then, he said seriously: "You two have excellent talent. I admire you both, and you surely have boundless futures!"

"Therefore, I would like to invite you to join my Thunder Dojo!"

Just as Wang Heng finished speaking, while Luo Feng was still considering his words, he suddenly heard Fang Yi speak first.

"No need. I have already signed with the Limit Dojo. Once I have made up my mind about something, I do not change it. Thank you for your kindness."

Fang Yi's face, wrapped in Black Satin, remained calm.

He clearly rejected the offer to be recruited.

After all, Wu Tong had already made promises to him, and after training for a while longer, he would reach the requirements to quickly head to the War God Preparatory Camp; that was where he would truly begin his training.

It was also the prologue to heading into the universe.

Although the Thunder Dojo was not weak, he lived closer to the Limit Dojo.

Moreover, Fang Yi did not want to break his word; that was simply his character.

Wang Heng's expression darkened upon hearing this. If the other party had only said they signed a contract, he could have used the excuse of paying the breach-of-contract penalty to find a breakthrough.

But the other party had clearly stated his principles in his words, rejecting him in a very polite manner.

If he were to force the issue now, it would make him seem unreasonable.

However, he was still unwilling to give up and brought it up again, partly for Luo Feng to hear.

"We can pay the breach-of-contract penalty, and once you both join, I will also arrange for the special training contract from the Thunder Dojo's global headquarters..."

He even cited examples of contracts, listing several genius martial artists.

Luo Feng, who had been sitting on the side, was shocked to hear this.

This special training contract was no ordinary thing.

"Think about it some more. We will give you the best conditions!"

Wang Heng offered the absolute limit of his conditions.

At this moment, his burning gaze shifted from Fang Yi to Luo Feng; since the former had already made his stance clear, Luo Feng was the easiest to sway.

But after some thought.

Luo Feng bowed slightly: "I'm sorry, thank you to the Thunder Dojo, but I have already joined the Limit Dojo and have no intention of switching. I am truly sorry."

Upon hearing this, Wang Heng froze in his seat.

He stood there as if turned to stone.

He never expected to be rejected by two people.

His offer had been quite attractive; he could accept Fang Yi's refusal, as the strength the other party displayed was extraordinary and the Limit Dojo had surely invested heavily in him.

But for Luo Feng to refuse as well?

Was the charm of the Limit Dojo really that great?

However, after a slight sigh, Wang Heng did not force the issue.

"Fine, but the doors of the Thunder Dojo will always be open to you both. If you have any interest in the future, feel free to come find me!"

Fang Yi stood up and nodded at him. "Then we'll be heading off now."

"Mr. Wang, no worries, we'll be taking our leave as well." Luo Feng also hurriedly stood up and gave a bow.

"Alright, I won't try to persuade you any further. Remember, if you ever change your mind, you can come find me anytime!"

After Wang Heng finished saying this, the two of them nodded politely and turned to leave the lounge.

The moment they left.

Wang Heng's helpless expression sank. He called for his subordinates outside to send in the martial artist named Wan Dong.

After a brief discussion about the current status of the Thunder Dojo, Wang Heng looked at Wan Dong before him with a serious expression.

"You currently have a gap between yourself and both Fang Yi and Luo Feng. I hope you take the path of a martial artist seriously and strive to surpass Luo Feng in the future!"

"And that Fang Yi, as well as your other opponents—become a new War God!"

The martial artist assessment concluded.

August 2nd.

Fang Yi and his group returned to the Bright Moon Residential District in Yangzhou.

After some brief small talk on the way, Fang Yi returned to his villa, ate a simple dinner, and logged onto the Limit Home website.

At the top of the massive screen.

That long, highly conspicuous string of numbers was incredibly eye-catching.

"The 30 million in startup capital that Wu Tong promised me has already been transferred... but there's no rush to use it."

A sum of 30 million might seem like a lot, but in reality, it was pitifully small.

After all, if a martial artist were to use the best equipment available at this stage, even ten billion would only be the baseline. By comparison, 30 million was only truly tempting to a novice martial artist.

But Fang Yi knew that practicing martial arts was a money pit.

"A 'small goal' doesn't even amount to a single hair in the world of Swallowed Star. After all, to become a top-tier martial artist, one's vision must be broader. Besides, money is only one part of it; contribution points are also very important."

"What I need to do next is hunt incessantly, earn money, and acquire a massive amount of contribution points. After all, I must use the best of everything; I absolutely cannot shortchange myself."

Certain special equipment and items.

Not only required a massive amount of money, but also demanded that the martial artist possess a high number of contribution points.

And the simplest way to earn contribution points.

Was to hunt those monsters.

Fang Yi then entered the web store.

In an instant, a vast array of Guidance Techniques, movement manuals, weapon manuals, firearms, and cold weapons all popped up.