Slaughter

Fang Yi cut off the ears of the two Tiger Mastiffs.

Then he continued searching.

He stepped away from the first floor, leaving behind only the corpses of the Tiger Mastiffs—one with its skull caved in, the other with its jaw torn off and neck broken.

In the town.

Many Quasi-Martial Artists were engaged in bloody battles, each fighting to qualify.

It was now eight in the evening.

After several battles, Luo Feng had collected quite a few monster ears.

"I've hunted five monsters, so I must have qualified by now. From here on, I should focus on honing my movement technique and saber skills..."

Luo Feng's eyes were cold and sharp. He continued searching the nearby floors.

Soon, he found another group of Shadow Cats.

As he fought several Shadow Cats, he spotted another group of people. Their eyes met, and they immediately exchanged hostile words. Just as they were about to leave, a commotion erupted on a nearby street.

In an instant, it drew the attention of every Quasi-Martial Artist, including those around Luo Feng.

"What happened over there? Why is it so noisy?"

"From the sound of it, a whole pack of monsters has gathered there!"

"Damn it, let's get out of here. I already have two monster ears. One more and I'll qualify. No need to risk our lives getting involved."

"Wait, there seems to be someone among the monsters on that street."

Everyone's eyes and conversation converged on the same spot.

It was a battered street, with several streetlights nearby flickering nonstop.

And there, beneath the streetlights—

A small pack of monsters filled the street: several Shadow Cats, Iron-Haired Boars, and Tiger Mastiffs.

In the center.

Beneath the glow of a damaged streetlight.

Fang Yi pulled his arm from the chest of the largest Shadow Cat. Its eyes were glazed white and its mouth hung open; a single punch had crushed its heart and killed it. Blood dripped from his fingertips onto the ground.

He cut off its ear and put it straight into his backpack.

His eyes, wrapped in black cloth, turned precisely toward the pack of monsters beside him. Fang Yi had been extremely lucky: he'd stumbled upon a group of monsters resting, and the commotion he caused had drawn in other monsters from the area.

But after a fierce battle—

More than half the monsters had been killed!

Only a dozen or so remained.

Nearby.

The more timid and cautious Quasi-Martial Artists had already left. Those who had gathered to watch were all promising young fighters like Luo Feng.

When the group saw the piles of corpses on the street, their eyes widened in disbelief.

And they weren't the only ones watching.

The officers and other fighters monitoring the town from behind the screens had also seen it.

Not far from the town stood a large building.

Inside.

An instructor and a burly man were watching footage of the Quasi-Martial Artists' battles on the screens before them with great interest.

As they talked, they noticed several screens turning toward the same place.

"Something's not right. A lot of Quasi-Martial Artists seem to be heading in the same direction."

"Yeah, and some of them are running the other way?"

"Switch the feed. Let's see what's going on," an officer ordered at once.

"Yes, sir!"

The operator immediately switched the screens.

A moment later, footage of a battle appeared.

In the video, Fang Yi was surrounded by monsters. His figure flashed from place to place as he smashed one monster after another, then collected their ears.

The whole fight was swift, clean, and utterly brutal!

The dead monsters had either had their heads smashed to pieces or their chests torn open, leaving gaping holes. The entire street was littered with their corpses and blood. It was a horrifying sight.

"What's with this young man? Why are his eyes covered? Wait... that movement technique!"

The burly man stared in surprise, but before he could finish, the other man cut in.

"Micro-level—perfect Micro-level movement!" The officer's eyes stayed fixed on Fang Yi as he watched him dodge every attack with flawless precision.

Every dodge was just enough, with room to spare, and he made perfect use of the surrounding terrain.

Martial artists were divided into three ranks: Fighter, War General, and War God.

Each rank was further divided into three levels.

For example, Beginner Fighter, Intermediate Fighter, and Advanced Fighter.

Even War General-level martial artists weren't necessarily capable of mastering Micro-level movement.

That made martial artists with this level of movement technique highly sought after.

Especially when one of them was still a Quasi-Martial Artist.

His prospects were boundless.

"Who is this? Check his profile right away," the burly man said urgently.

Soon.

Fang Yi's Quasi-Martial Artist profile appeared.

When the two men saw that he was only eighteen, they could hardly sit still.

"His eyes are covered, yet his movement technique is this good. And every strike is vicious, swift, and decisive. As a martial artist, he's the perfect rookie!"

The officer's eyes burned with excitement.

He hadn't expected a talent like this among the newcomers.

"This guy... I think I've seen him before. Wait, he's with the Limit Dojo!" The burly man recalled seeing people from the Limit Dojo at the military base.

The two men exchanged a look.

In that instant.

The same thought occurred to both of them.

How could they let a talent like this slip away?

"Wait, don't get excited yet. There might be another one," the officer suddenly said. The screen switched to another recording, filmed just minutes earlier.

The two men stiffened as they watched the figure in the video. Luo Feng's movement technique had also reached the Micro-level.

"Damn it, how did the Limit Dojo get so lucky? The first one's a monster, and the second isn't bad either—he's a genius among the Quasi-Martial Artists. Did the Limit Dojo stumble into some kind of genius nest?!"

The burly man clearly knew who Luo Feng was.

"No way. Letting their dojo have two geniuses would feel worse than being killed!"

As the saying went, watching someone else make money hurt more than losing your own.

The officer smiled faintly at him. "Judging by that look on your face, you're planning to poach talent from the Limit Dojo?"

"Poach them? Absolutely!"

On the street.

After Fang Yi smashed the last Iron-Haired Boar's head and cut off its ear—

The battle with the pack of monsters came to an end.

"I've killed enough. I should rest for a while, recover my strength, and keep reaping rewards tomorrow. I can earn more points that way."

"My strength is improving fast, but I need time to adjust, too. These monsters are too weak to compare with the more powerful ones I'll face in the future. I still need more combat experience."

Fang Yi hadn't let his rapid improvement go to his head.

The battles along the way were not only part of his test; they also gave him valuable practical experience.

After gathering his things, Fang Yi headed toward a nearby high-rise in another direction.

But then he heard a set of footsteps unlike a monster's. They were clearly made by a living person.