Entering the Town

At the military district.

Ten officers read out the names of the Quasi-Martial Artists. Those whose names were called could step forward to collect their combat uniforms and other equipment.

"Fang Yi."

Hearing his name, Fang Yi headed toward the stage.

Only then did the other Quasi-Martial Artists and the officers notice that the examinee walking onto the stage was wearing a blindfold—and moving as if he could see perfectly well.

It was truly astonishing.

The officer handing out the equipment looked at Fang Yi in surprise. "Examinee, the Combat Assessment isn't child's play. You—"

"There's no need to worry. My eyes are perfectly healthy. I'm only doing this to train my other senses."

Fang Yi explained, then collected his equipment.

The officer and the people around him understood once they heard the explanation.

After all, the Combat Assessment wasn't a game. Though the death rate was low, the risk of being permanently disabled was not something to dismiss.

"That's good. Also, your combat uniform, boots, Communication Watch, and everything else are ready. But why did you only ask for a Blood Shadow Knife? It's usually a secondary weapon, not a popular choice for a primary weapon used in combat."

The officer handing out the equipment asked, puzzled.

"I'm not very proficient with weapons. I'm better at fist techniques. I only need the knife to cut things."

Fang Yi said no more. The combat uniform he'd requested had been specially modified around the fists. Then he went to another area to get ready.

After putting on their equipment, the members of the Limit Dojo chatted for a while. Then Wu Tong came over to escort them. On the way, Fang Yi also met Zhuge Tao, one of the Limit Dojo's four top executives.

"You're Fang Yi?" Zhuge Tao studied Fang Yi's black blindfold, his eyes bright.

"Mm."

"I've heard about you from Old Wu. Nearly 2,000 kilograms of punching force in the Quasi-Warrior Assessment is proof enough of your talent. I've always valued talent. Once you become a Martial Artist, feel free to come to me if you need anything. And Luo Feng, your results are excellent too. Don't be shy in the future."

Zhuge Tao smiled at the two of them. Luo Feng nodded seriously.

"There's something coming later that'll surprise you even more." Wu Tong glanced at Zhuge Tao with a grin.

"Oh?" The other man looked at Wu Tong with a peculiar expression.

Of the group, only Wu Tong knew Fang Yi's true strength.

He hadn't spread word of Fang Yi's terrifying true talent. Instead, he'd kept it under wraps until Fang Yi officially became a Martial Artist.

Soon, the group stood on the outskirts of the town.

The town was already crawling with large numbers of weak H-Class Monsters.

"Everyone, the rules for this Combat Assessment are the same as always... The more monsters you kill, the more points you earn... Remember, Quasi-Martial Artists are forbidden from killing one another... Among you 1,681 examinees..."

After the briefing came to an end,

all 1,600-plus Quasi-Martial Artists surged into Monster Town!

The Martial Artist assessment had officially begun!

Entering the town.

Fang Yi declined Luo Feng and the others' invitation and made his way through the town alone.

Inside an abandoned building,

as soon as Fang Yi entered, he heard the rapid patter of a beast charging toward him. "Whoosh—!"

Following the sound, he looked through the cloth over his Double Pupil Eyes.

He saw two Tiger Mastiffs. Their eyes glinted with a chilling light as they bared their sharp teeth and peered around the corner, glaring at him.

"Tiger Mastiffs... Among canine monsters, they're exceptionally fast and strong."

Fang Yi tilted his head slightly. He didn't use his pupil power to observe them directly.

Instead, he identified them by their low growls, the sound of their sharp claws striking the ground as they ran, and the heavy pounding of their paws.

Shadow Cats ran more nimbly. They didn't have such heavy footfalls.

As for Iron-Haired Boars,

he could identify one just by listening, without even looking.

The two Tiger Mastiffs slowly revealed their bodies, glaring at Fang Yi, this strange intruder. After growling at him, they dug their claws into the ground and charged like cannonballs!

They were incredibly fast.

An ordinary Quasi-Martial Artist would first try to put some distance between them before striking back.

But Fang Yi shot forward!

He moved the instant the two Tiger Mastiffs began their charge!

He reached them at even greater speed. Their pupils widened in surprise. The next moment, there was a loud "thud," followed by the sound of bones and flesh breaking!

Fang Yi smashed one Tiger Mastiff's head with a punch, leaving a deep, horrifying imprint.

Meanwhile, the other Tiger Mastiff circled behind him and swiped at him with its claws. Its hulking upper body reared up, bearing down on him with tremendous force.

But in the next instant,

Fang Yi spun around and slammed a roundhouse punch into the edge of its gaping jaws.

Its lower jaw was ripped open in an instant!

The monster's massive, stinking fangs were knocked clean out of the window, tumbling down onto the street outside.

The Tiger Mastiff howled in pain on instinct.

Before it could move, Fang Yi grabbed it by the upper jaw, spun it around, and slammed it to the ground with a muffled thud.

Its eyes were full of confusion and terror.

Fang Yi kicked hard, planting his foot on the Tiger Mastiff's throat!

One stomp crushed its neck, killing it on the spot.

From the moment the two sides met to the end of the fight, less than ten seconds had passed.

This was Fang Yi's first time killing anything.

But he showed not the slightest sign of nervousness. Many Quasi-Martial Artists felt fear and apprehension the first time they saw a monster.

Even after killing one, they needed time to steady themselves.

As a transmigrator who had lived two lives, Fang Yi's composure far surpassed that of others his age—and even those several years older.

"So this is what it feels like to fight monsters from Swallowed Star?"

"Not bad..."

Fang Yi murmured, then

shook the blood off his combat gloves, took out his knife, and cut off the two Tiger Mastiffs' ears before stowing them in his backpack.

Throughout the fight,

the fists of his combat uniform hadn't suffered the slightest damage.

On closer inspection, faint blue-violet light could be seen inside Fang Yi's gloves. It reinforced the uniform, making it far more durable and resistant to damage.

"The Divine Light of Double Pupils is truly useful. I can even hide it inside my combat uniform to give myself extra protection."

After becoming a Quasi-Martial Artist,

Fang Yi had trained tirelessly every day, absorbing Cosmic Energy. At last, a week before the Combat Assessment began, his Double Pupil Eyes reached one percent progress. He'd also developed an exceptionally unusual ability called "Creation" from his original foundational Illusion Technique.

The Divine Light of Creation from Double Pupils, radiating over the body, transformed into Divine Armor—unyielding as a mountain.

The Double Pupil Eyes

were one of the supreme treasures in Perfect World, containing boundless power.

Illusion Technique was merely the most basic ability.

By awakening, cultivating, and drawing out their potential further, Fang Yi had discovered that he could now spread the power of his Double Pupils over his entire body.

He could create a tremendously powerful suit of armor to protect himself.

However, his Double Pupil Eyes were still incomplete.

He wasn't proficient with Creation yet, and his foundation was unstable. The Divine Armor couldn't cover much ground, so Fang Yi had prioritized covering his fists.

"Once I get better Battle Armor, I'll pair it with the Divine Light Armor of Double Pupils. When it comes to defense, I won't be weaker than any Martial Artist at the same level!"