Sharp Edge Revealed

In front of the machine, there were dozens of openings arranged in a row, and the examinee had to stand within a red circle with a diameter of 3.6 meters without stepping outside its boundaries.

Once they stepped out of the range, they would fail immediately, and touching the red light would result in a point deduction.

Fang Yi stepped into the red circle, observing with only one eye.

"Is he not planning to take that black cloth off completely?" Yang Wu asked, puzzled. "The biggest difference between using one eye and two is the loss of stereoscopic vision, which will affect the upcoming test."

"No rush, just wait and see."

Luo Feng's eyes were sharp and focused at this moment.

He watched Fang Yi, who was standing inside the red circle, with great seriousness, wanting to see how the other party would pass this test.

"Begin!" Wu Tong pressed the switch.

The massive cannon began to rotate, and dozens of barrels fired red beams almost simultaneously—"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Fang Yi's body instantly began to dodge the incoming red projectiles.

And yet.

Every single red beam was dodged by the latter at the very last millisecond before it could make contact with his body.

The gap between the person and the projectile was a mere few millimeters.

Under the continuous barrage of fire.

The range of Fang Yi's movements was neither too large nor too small; every motion was perfectly timed. It looked as if he were about to be hit, yet he always managed to dodge with precision. One had to remember that he was doing this while using only one eye.

Wu Tong and the large group of martial artists behind him all wore expressions of astonishment.

"Micro-level Movement Technique, and it's very close to perfection!" Instructor Jiang Nian stared fixedly at Fang Yi, observing every single dodge clearly.

Yang Wu wore an expression as if he were looking at a monster.

After reflecting on his own past results, he began to shake his head; the other party's movement technique far exceeded the best results he had achieved in his own training.

Both relied on minimal movement to achieve maximum dodging efficiency.

But the other party was far more composed and at ease than he was.

Luo Feng already had a guess about Fang Yi's score in his heart, but he hadn't expected the other party to dodge so perfectly, far exceeding his expectations.

When the test ended.

The results appeared.

"60 seconds, hit 0 times, did not touch the red light, passed!" Wu Tong announced.

A score of not being hit a single time truly left many people stunned.

"With this result, becoming a martial artist is a certainty. The entire dodging process was extremely smooth, belonging to the Micro-level Movement Technique, and your Micro-level Movement Technique is different from the standard ones. You not only achieved maximum efficiency but also left yourself a way out; it's near perfect."

Wu Tong's expression was serious, yet it also contained approval.

"And this was done while using only one eye. Your dynamic vision and body control are exceptional. Your future is limitless. Join the ranks."

After Wu Tong finished his evaluation.

A man draped in a black robe among the group of martial artists nodded in approval.

The others had no objections either.

Seeing this result, Luo Feng and his group knew that for Fang Yi, being a prospective martial artist was merely a small stepping stone; only after becoming a full martial artist would his true stage begin.

"Next, Luo Feng."

When the firing machine stopped rotating.

Luo Feng's results also appeared: hit 28 times in 60 seconds, did not touch the red light, receiving an excellent rating!

Wu Tong nodded in satisfaction as well, and after Instructor Jiang Nian on the side gave a brief evaluation and some pointers, Luo Feng quickly returned to the ranks.

The nerve reaction test ended quickly.

Another examinee named Bai Yang also passed.

Yang Wu also successfully passed thanks to his uninitiated Micro-level Movement Technique, but he wasn't as smooth or perfect as Fang Yi, and there were still some fatal flaws in his performance, so after receiving a word of caution, he also quickly joined the ranks.

In the end.

A total of 4 people passed.

Fang Yi, Luo Feng, Yang Wu, and Bai Yang.

Aside from Fang Yi, the other three had clear smiles on their faces, all of them incredibly excited at this moment.

"Next, we will sign the actual combat assessment contract... Captain, apologies for keeping you waiting so long. Let's head out."

Wu Tong changed the subject, and after speaking briefly to the four, he turned toward a silver-haired man in a black robe standing at the edge.

And the moment the word "Captain" was uttered.

It left Luo Feng, Yang Wu, and Bai Yang stunned for a moment.

Clearly, for the chief instructor to address someone as captain, this person had a significant background and a high status.

And the next moment.

The silver-haired man in the black robe merely glanced at the four of them, and Luo Feng immediately felt his entire body go limp, as if he had stumbled into a starry sky, though he quickly shuddered and snapped back to his senses.

What is going on?

Luo Feng turned his head in confusion, only to see that Yang Wu and Bai Yang were both currently in a daze.

He then looked to the other side of himself, only to see that Fang Yi still maintained an extremely calm expression.

That exposed brown-black pupil remained sharp.

It was as if nothing had happened at all.

It seemed he was completely unaffected by the gaze of the silver-haired man in the black robe earlier, or perhaps he had recovered even faster than he had.

That man's gaze is terrifying; it affected us in an instant!

Luo Feng was secretly shocked in his heart.

The silver-haired man in the black robe on the other side of the group nodded with great satisfaction: "We've unearthed two good seedlings this time; both have decent talent, though the other one is even more of a pleasant surprise."

When the man finished that last sentence, his gaze once again landed on Fang Yi.

The other party did not say anything more, and the other two men barely managed to regain their senses, looking confused and bewildered. Finally, Instructor Jiang Hua led the group of four toward the Martial Arts Hall.

"These four martial artist combat assessment applications..."

A stout, elderly man handed the applications to the four of them and clearly stated the dangers involved; while the mortality rate was not high, the disability rate was significant, and should any casualties occur, the Dojo would not be held responsible.

Finally, he sent another document to them.

He explained everything, from the RR Virus during the Grand Nirvana period to subsequent research, as well as the key energy for the cultivation of modern martial artists—Genetic Origin Energy.

Fang Yi quickly browsed through the article.

After all, these things were already incredibly familiar to him.

The old man pointed to the side of the article and said: "This is the cultivation method for Genetic Origin Energy, the Five Hearts Toward Heaven Cultivation Method!"

"Once you pass the martial artist test and reach the passing mark, you can begin trying to cultivate Genetic Origin Energy. As for the more precious Guidance Technique that follows, you will need to become a martial artist and join a Dojo or the military to obtain it. In short, good luck."

There is only one cultivation method for Genetic Origin Energy.

However, there are thousands of Guidance Techniques. Different Guidance Techniques result in different cultivation speeds, and the gap is immense. Some can even differ by dozens of times.

The Guidance Technique is what is truly the most precious.

The examinee Bai Yang couldn't help but ask a few questions after hearing this.

Another middle-aged man with slightly graying hair stepped closer to explain.

Luo Feng and his group listened carefully, while Fang Yi quietly waited for their discussion to end.

After all, he was already very familiar with what would happen next.

And the thoughts in Fang Yi's mind.

Returned to three days ago, that surprising morning...

Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, Fang Yi stopped washing his face, a look of confusion and surprise on his face, staring intently at his left eye.

"What is wrong with my eye?!"