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"Hm?"

Fang Yi turned toward the sound of footsteps.

"Fang Yi, it's me, Luo Feng."

Luo Feng watched as Fang Yi stopped and turned to look in his direction.

At first, he was surprised, but then he thought about it and realized it was only natural. Though the other man's eyes were bandaged, it was almost as if they weren't. He seemed to be able to see everything around him just fine.

"Luo Feng, what's up? You should have collected almost enough ears by now, right?"

"Yeah, I've already met the passing requirements."

"Not bad."

Fang Yi nodded calmly.

After all, Luo Feng was the chosen one of this world. The monsters in this test were too weak to pose even the slightest challenge.

He hadn't affected Luo Feng too much, either, so the resulting butterfly effect wasn't serious.

"What's your punching strength now? I saw you fighting earlier. You've improved tremendously. No, 'incredible' might be a better way to put it."

Earlier, Luo Feng had watched Fang Yi's entire fight on that street.

His ruthless attacks were nothing like those of a newcomer, and his movement technique was terrifyingly good. Amid the herd, he moved

like a swimming dragon.

Over the past month, thanks to training his Genetic Origin Energy and the boost from the Dark Gold Sphere in his mind, Luo Feng's punching strength had reached around 3,000 kilograms.

That put him at the Intermediate Warrior level.

But Luo Feng felt Fang Yi was stronger than him—and not by just a little.

After hearing him, Fang Yi realized the other man must have seen him fight, so he said, "My strength has indeed improved quite a bit since I started training. My punching strength is around 4,000 kilograms or more."

"4,000 kilograms!"

"As expected, your improvement from training has been tremendous." Luo Feng nodded slightly. Fang Yi's punching strength certainly matched what he'd seen in the earlier fight.

After chatting for a while,

the two took turns keeping watch and resting. After several fights, their bodies were bound to feel tired.

As soon as the sky began to brighten, the two prepared to part ways and search separately for more monsters wandering around the town center.

But before they'd gone far, they were both lucky enough to run into a panicked, rampaging herd of monsters.

Six Tiger Mastiffs, four Shadow Cats, and seven Iron-Haired Boars. Faced with a rampaging herd of that size, an ordinary Quasi-Martial Artist would have only one thought: run for their life at once.

But neither of them was the least bit intimidated.

"One half each?" Luo Feng turned to Fang Yi, whose eyes were bandaged.

"Sure."

Fang Yi didn't refuse. The two then split off to the left and right. The herd pursuing them also split into two groups, each going after one of them. These H-Class Monsters weren't very intelligent and mostly acted on instinct.

Their numerical advantage, combined with their bloodthirsty instincts,

kept them in hot pursuit of the two men.

Luo Feng focused intently, dodging the herd's pursuit as he used the opportunity to practice his microscopic movement technique, hoping to become more proficient with it and approach perfection.

But with so many monsters, dodging them perfectly was still difficult.

Elsewhere,

Fang Yi didn't use the herd's attacks to practice like Luo Feng did.

Instead, in less than a minute, he tore the head off the last Tiger Mastiff chasing him. Blood spread all around, a chilling sight.

He cut off its ear, then continued searching the other streets.

The monsters were simply too weak now. Fighting them wouldn't help him much with his training.

"Woo-woo!"

As a shrill warning sounded, a deep voice echoed through the town.

"Time's up! All Quasi-Martial Artists, immediately—"

Many Quasi-Martial Artists looked up. Knowing the test was over, they gathered their things and headed for the town exit.

At the exit,

more than a thousand Quasi-Martial Artists gradually left the town.

Many were splattered with blood. Some were still caught up in the thrill of the hunt, while others were covered in wounds.

Heavy trucks drove past one after another.

One area was piled high with monster corpses, while another was strewn with the bodies of many Quasi-Martial Artists.

Amid cries of surprise and even weeping,

the officers began checking the left ears of the monsters each Quasi-Martial Artist had brought out.

"Fang Tianli, three monster left ears. Next."

"Two monster left ears. Next. Injury to the thigh, injury to the left arm."

"Gu Tian, three monster left ears. Next."

Then,

Fang Yi came to the front of the line, carrying a bag and covered in blood.

Just from the amount of blood on Fang Yi's combat suit, many of the Quasi-Martial Artists around him could tell he must have killed plenty of monsters!

But what surprised them even more was that Fang Yi still had that black strip tied over his eyes.

"Was he really hunting in there with his eyes covered the whole time?"

"No way. He must've tied it on when he came out. How could anyone survive in there blindfolded, let alone come out covered in blood after killing monsters?"

"Oh my god, his combat suit's turned into a blood-soaked outfit!"

"A lot of the blood's dried and turned dark red."

"His fists seem to have barely any blood on them. They're practically the cleanest part of him besides his head..."

As they talked,

Fang Yi opened his backpack. The officer in charge took it, and at a glance, his calm expression turned to one of astonishment.

The backpack was packed full of monster left ears.

"Go ahead and count them. I didn't keep track of how many I killed."

Fang Yi's voice was calm. He really hadn't kept track.

He'd basically killed every monster he came across, cut off its ear,

then kept searching for the next one. He'd never counted them. As long as his backpack was full, he'd passed.

The officer swallowed.

But counting them all precisely would take too much time, so he called out:

"Fang Yi, one backpack of monster left ears. The exact count will be recorded later."

His shout

rang through the entire town exit. Some Quasi-Martial Artists had already been waiting there to rest, while others had just come out of the town. When they heard him, they all turned toward Fang Yi in disbelief.

"One backpack!"

Luo Feng had just come out. He was a little surprised when he heard it, but soon returned to his usual calm.

He seemed to have expected as much, though he truly hadn't thought Fang Yi would kill so many.

It seemed that throughout the test, Fang Yi had been searching for monsters without stopping, apart from the time they'd taken turns resting together.

"That's a lot. At least a few hundred. Fang Yi, you can't just be called qualified anymore. Congratulations on becoming a Martial Artist."

The officer in charge of receiving the bags emptied all the ears from Fang Yi's backpack into a large metal pot nearby.

In an instant, they filled most of the empty space.

After hearing the officer, Fang Yi simply nodded, then left the line.

Many people around him were still looking at him as if he were a monster. They couldn't wrap their heads around it, no matter how hard they tried.

An ordinary Quasi-Martial Artist

had to be extremely careful and focused just to deal with a single monster. But now someone had killed hundreds of monsters during the test!

This wasn't a genius.

This was a monster—a complete freak!

"Pfft, Fang the Freak. He really is a freak... That's terrifying."

Yang Wu had just arrived at the exit and handed over his monster ears.

He'd naturally heard the officer's shout, and when he remembered the test at the Limit Dojo, he couldn't help clicking his tongue in amazement.

Luo Feng, standing beside him, agreed with a quiet "Mm."