Slaughter

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

He then continued his search.

He stepped away from the first floor, leaving behind only the corpses of the Tiger Mastiffs—one with a caved-in skull, the other with a mangled jaw and a severed neck.

Inside the small town.

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

The time had reached 8:00 PM.

Luo Feng had gone through several battles and had now collected quite a few beast ears.

"I've hunted five monsters, so I've definitely qualified by now. The rest of the time should be used to hone my footwork and blade technique..."

Luo Feng's eyes were cold and sharp as he continued to search the surrounding floors.

Soon, he found a small pack of Shadow Cats.

While engaging the Shadow Cats, he caught sight of another group of people. Both sides locked eyes, and with words turning hostile, they were just about to leave when—

A massive commotion erupted from a street in the distance.

In an instant, it drew the attention of all the Quasi-Martial Artists nearby, including those around Luo Feng.

"What's happening over there? Why is it so noisy?"

"Judging by the sound, it seems like a large group of monsters has gathered there!"

"Damn it, let's get out of here. I already have two beast ears; if I get one more, I'll qualify. Don't go looking for trouble and get yourself killed."

"Wait, there seems to be a person in the middle of that monster herd on the street."

Everyone's gazes converged on the same spot.

It was a street, dilapidated and broken, with a few streetlights flickering overhead.

But then, they saw it.

On the street under the streetlights.

A small herd composed of several Shadow Cats, Iron-Haired Boars, and Tiger Mastiffs filled the block.

In the center.

Under the light of a damaged streetlamp.

Fang Yi pulled his arm out of the chest of the largest Shadow Cat. The Shadow Cat's eyes turned pale, its mouth hung wide open, and its heart had been shattered by a single punch, killing it instantly. Blood dripped from his fingertips onto the ground.

He drew his blade, cut off the ears, and placed them into his backpack.

His eyes, wrapped in black cloth, turned precisely toward the rest of the herd beside him. Fang Yi had been extremely lucky; he had accidentally stumbled upon a resting herd, and the noise he made had attracted other monsters from the vicinity.

However, after a brief exchange.

More than half of the entire herd had been slaughtered!

Only these dozen or so monsters remained.

In the surroundings.

Some timid and cautious Quasi-Martial Artists had long since fled, and those who gathered to observe were all potential-filled Quasi-Martial Artists like Luo Feng.

When the group saw the piles of corpses on the street, their pupils dilated, filled with utter disbelief.

And witnessing this scene.

It wasn't just the people who had been drawn by the noise; it was also the officers and other martial artists watching from behind the surveillance screens.

Not far from the small town stood a large building.

Inside.

An instructor and another burly man were watching the combat footage of various Quasi-Martial Artists on the screens before them with great interest.

As the two were talking.

They noticed that several of the video feeds were all directed toward the same location.

"Something's not right. It looks like many Quasi-Martial Artists are moving toward one direction."

"Right, and some people are fleeing in the opposite direction?"

"Switch it over, let's see what's happening," an officer commanded upon seeing this.

"Yes, sir!"

The control personnel immediately began to switch the feeds.

The screen quickly changed, soon broadcasting a segment of combat footage.

In the footage, Fang Yi was in the midst of the herd, his figure flickering everywhere as he shattered one monster after another, taking their ears and tucking them away.

The entire combat process was clean, efficient, and incredibly brutal!

The dead monsters either had their skulls smashed to pieces or had massive, bloody holes punched through their chests. The entire street was covered in their remains and pools of blood, looking both terrifying and gruesome.

"What is up with this young man? He's actually blindfolded? No... that movement technique!"

The burly man was astonished, his words cut off by the officer beside him.

"Micro-level, a perfect Micro-level Movement Technique!" The officer's pupils were locked onto the movements of Fang Yi, taking in the entire scene of him perfectly dodging every single attack.

Every dodge was not only precise but left room to spare, and he made perfect use of the surrounding terrain.

One must know that the ranks of martial artists are divided into Fighter, War General, and War God.

Within each, there are three further subdivisions.

For example, Low-level Fighter, Mid-level Fighter, and High-level Fighter.

Yet, even a War General-level martial artist might not necessarily be able to achieve a Micro-level Movement Technique.

Therefore, any martial artist who can reach this level of movement is highly sought after.

Especially when it appears in a Quasi-Martial Artist.

It can be said that his future is limitless.

"Who is this person? Quickly, check his identity records," the burly man said hurriedly.

Soon.

Fang Yi's Quasi-Martial Artist information appeared.

When the two saw that he was only 18 years old, they could no longer sit still.

"Blindfolded, possessing such a movement technique, and every strike is ruthless, crisp, and decisive. As a martial artist, he is simply the most perfect template for a newcomer!"

The officer's eyes burned with intensity.

He never expected such a figure to exist among the newcomers.

"This guy, I think I have an impression of him?... Oh no, it seems he is from the Limit Dojo!" The burly man recalled seeing people from the Limit Dojo within the military district.

The two locked eyes at this moment.

Instantly.

A thought sprouted in both their minds!

How could they not poach such a talent?

"Wait, don't be hasty, there seems to be more?" the officer suddenly said, as the screen cut back to a recording from several minutes prior.

The two men's bodies shook as they watched the figure in the recording; the movement technique of Luo Feng in the footage had also reached the Micro-level standard.

"Damn it, just how much blind luck did the Limit Dojo stumble into? The first one is a monster, and the second one isn't bad either; he counts as a genius among the current batch of Quasi-Martial Artists. Did they stumble into a nest of geniuses or something?!"

The burly man clearly recognized Luo Feng.

"No way, letting their dojo have two geniuses is even more painful than killing me!"

As the saying goes, seeing others make money is more painful than losing it yourself.

The officer smiled faintly after hearing this: "Looking at your expression, are you planning to poach from the Limit Dojo?"

"Poach, we must poach!"

On the street.

As Fang Yi completely shattered the skull of the final Iron-Haired Boar and sliced off its ear.

This battle against the beast swarm finally came to an end.

"I've killed enough, that should be sufficient. I'll go rest for a bit. I need to recharge my energy and continue the harvest tomorrow to earn more points."

"My strength is increasing rapidly, but I also need to adapt. These monsters are too weak and cannot be compared to the higher-level monsters I will face in the future. I still need to gain more combat experience."

Fang Yi did not become arrogant or conceited just because his strength was rising quickly.

The battles along the way were both for completing the assessment tasks and for increasing his practical combat experience.

After packing up his things, Fang Yi headed toward a high-rise building in another direction.

But he heard a different set of footsteps, unlike those of the monsters; they were clearly the footsteps of a living person.