Soon, Jiang Nian brought Luo Feng to a three-story detached villa.
The villa sat on an enormous plot of land, exuding grandeur and luxury.
On the second-floor balcony, an elderly man with graying hair spotted the two of them and called out at once.
"Xiao Jiang, bring him up quickly."
"Coming right now."
After answering, Jiang Nian turned to Luo Feng.
"Come on, follow me upstairs."
With that, Jiang Nian led Luo Feng swiftly into the villa.
The inside of the villa was extremely spacious, no less so than the training hall at the Limit Martial Arts Hall in Yi'an District, Yangzhou.
"Supervisor."
When Jiang Nian reached the second floor and saw a middle-aged man in a Tang suit, he greeted him respectfully at once.
"Jiang Nian, this young man is Luo Feng, right?"
A gentle yet authoritative voice rang out.
"Yes, Supervisor."
Jiang Nian answered respectfully.
Luo Feng looked around carefully. Beside Uncle Bai, the elderly man with graying hair, stood five people. Four of them wore white suits and had respectful expressions.
At that moment, the four young men and women in white suits stood deferentially behind a middle-aged man wearing a black Tang suit.
Seeing this, Jiang Nian immediately gave Luo Feng a pointed look.
Understanding at once, Luo Feng hurriedly said,
"Greetings, Supervisor."
"Mm."
The middle-aged man in the Tang suit nodded slightly. His gaze was kind, yet scrutinizing, as he spoke.
"Old Bai, go ahead. Test this young man and see what he's really capable of."
"Yes."
Uncle Bai answered just as respectfully.
A moment later, there was a beep, and the Punch Strength Tester, Speed Tester, and neural-response machine were all switched on.
At the same time, equipment such as the cameras in the spacious second-floor training hall hummed to life. Clearly, they intended to record Luo Feng's entire test so it could be analyzed and evaluated in detail afterward.
Once everything was ready, Uncle Bai smiled at Luo Feng.
"Luo Feng, let's begin. We'll start with the punch-strength test."
Luo Feng nodded slightly and walked calmly toward the Punch Strength Tester.
Every pair of eyes was fixed on him: Jiang Nian, Uncle Bai, the four young people in white suits, and even the Supervisor, who stood above them all.
Luo Feng stopped in front of the Punch Strength Tester. His body had seemed relaxed, but in an instant it erupted like a tiger breaking free from its cage.
With a booming thud, his heavy punch, accompanied by a blast of air, slammed into the machine's target like a cannonball.
Everyone eagerly looked at the display. It clearly read: "5298 kg."
The number made everyone's eyes light up.
"Impressive, young man. Very impressive."
Even the Supervisor, who had maintained a calm expression until then, smiled and nodded with satisfaction.
"Let's move on to the next test,"
the Supervisor said.
Soon, the results for the speed and neural-response tests came in as well.
Speed test result—67 m/s.
Neural-response test—Intermediate War General Level, full marks!
"His punch strength and speed are already so impressive. I didn't expect his neural response to reach the Intermediate War General Level outright—and to be even better than his other two results."
The middle-aged man in the Tang suit nodded again with a smile, admiration filling his eyes.
"He's also eighteen, so he meets the age requirement.
With Luo Feng's talent, he just needs to spend a year consolidating his foundation. By next year, we should be able to send him to the Global Elite Training Camp."
The middle-aged man in the Tang suit looked at Jiang Nian and spoke with a smile.
When Jiang Nian heard the Supervisor say that Luo Feng could be sent to the Global Elite Training Camp, he was naturally overjoyed.
"How many contribution points would it be worth to cultivate a genius for the Elite Training Camp?"
After all, Jiangnan Base City might not get even one such slot in an entire year. Yet this time, one had fallen to the small Yi'an District under his charge.
He glanced at Luo Feng and said,
"Most of the credit goes to Luo Feng himself. He's worked hard."
"Mm."
The middle-aged man in the Tang suit turned his gaze back to Luo Feng and asked solemnly,
"Luo Feng, are you willing to join the Limit Martial Arts Hall right now? I believe Jiang Nian has already explained the other terms to you."
"I already agreed to join the Limit Martial Arts Hall, Instructor Jiang."
Luo Feng answered without hesitation.
"Excellent."
The middle-aged man in the Tang suit clapped his hands with a smile.
"According to the usual rules, you can choose to live in a villa in Yangzhou City or at the headquarters in the main urban district.
You'll have the right to live there, but you won't be allowed to sell it.
The villa communities belonging to the Limit Martial Arts Hall are reserved for its Martial Artists."
"Besides that..."
The middle-aged man in the Tang suit paused to consider his words.
"Your start-up fund will be 100 million.
You can choose any Movement Technique, Guidance Technique, or attack-method manual, as long as the total price is no more than 500 million. They'll all be free.
I'll cover any costs beyond that."
Everyone present looked at Luo Feng in astonishment at these terms.
They had never heard of such a generous contract before.
Luo Feng was surprised too. He remembered that in the original story, the start-up fund had been 20 million, and the combined limit for the other three items had been 100 million.
Now, every allowance had increased several times over.
It seemed these terms really did depend on one's strength. The ability he had demonstrated had earned the Martial Arts Hall's leadership's high regard.
If I remember right, Supervisor Zhuge Tao is only an Advanced War General. A few hundred million can't be a small sum to him. He must really think highly of me.
Luo Feng considered this as he took a long look at the Supervisor in front of him.
"Luo Feng, you're impressive. I have high hopes for you."
The middle-aged man in the Tang suit smiled faintly, his eyes full of expectation.
"Thank you, Supervisor."
Luo Feng thanked him sincerely. This start-up funding would be crucial at the beginning and would greatly support his cultivation.
Then, with everyone there as witnesses, Luo Feng signed a contract to join the Limit Martial Arts Hall, becoming one of its members ahead of schedule.
"Welcome, Luo Feng. Welcome to the Limit Martial Arts Hall family!"
The middle-aged man in the Tang suit smiled and held out his hand.
Luo Feng hurriedly reached out and shook the Supervisor's hand.
"Starting today, you can move straight into the Martial Artist villa community.
As for your start-up fund and the money set aside for choosing manuals, they'll be deposited into your personal Martial Artist account next month, after you pass the Martial Artist Combat Assessment and officially become a Martial Artist."
Luo Feng nodded. He understood that the money would be his sooner or later, so there was no need to rush.
"Oh, right. My name is Zhuge Tao. Don't forget it, young man."
The middle-aged man in the Tang suit smiled, then left the villa with the four young men and women in white suits.
So it really was Zhuge Tao. Since you think so highly of me, I'll repay the billions you invested in me tenfold, a hundredfold, someday.
Watching Zhuge Tao walk away, Luo Feng thought to himself.
After Zhuge Tao and the others left, the villa's second floor suddenly felt empty. Only Uncle Bai, Jiang Nian, and Luo Feng remained.
"Whew. With the Supervisor here just now, I was so nervous I could barely breathe."
Jiang Nian broke the brief silence.
"I didn't expect the Supervisor to come in person as soon as I reported it, either."
Uncle Bai said with a sigh.
"With Luo Feng's talent, he might really have a chance to become a War God someday. He was certainly worth the Supervisor coming all this way."
Jiang Nian turned to Luo Feng and said with a smile.
"That's true. In all my years, I've never seen talent this absurd."
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