Combat Assessment

"I'll be taking the Martial Artist Combat Assessment tomorrow. I'm really looking forward to it."

Luo Feng was looking forward to fighting monsters. Of course, he was even more curious to see how the system would react after he killed one.

He got up, opened the alloy door, went into the bedroom, and began meditating.

Luo Feng had long since grown used to treating meditation as sleep. Of course, when he was truly exhausted, he would sometimes get some real sleep and relax. After all, cultivation required a balance between work and rest.

On the morning of August 1, a Martial Artist from the Limit Hall led Luo Feng to the train station, where he was due to depart for the combat assessment site.

"Chuk-chuk—chuk-chuk—" The train sped along.

Inside the carriage, a large number of Quasi-Martial Artists sat watching the enormous screen. At that moment, it was broadcasting a speech by a middle-aged man.

"Quasi-Martial Artists, future Martial Artists, I'm here on behalf of the HR Alliance..."

The Quasi-Martial Artists in the carriage listened quietly.

"Quasi-Martial Artists, I'm here on behalf of the Thunder Martial Arts Hall..."

After the representative from the HR Alliance finished speaking, there were speeches from the Thunder Martial Arts Hall, the Limit Martial Arts Hall, and the Hanxia Military.

They were taking turns advertising themselves in the carriage.

The message was simple: once these Quasi-Martial Artists passed the assessment, they should join one of their organizations.

After all, there were still far too few Martial Artists worldwide. Anyone who could pass the Martial Artist Combat Assessment was in high demand.

Once the four organizations had finished their advertisements, the Quasi-Martial Artists in the carriage began chatting excitedly.

"Madman, I'm so jealous. You joined the Limit Martial Arts Hall ahead of time. That's proof of your strength and talent."

Luo Feng and Yang Wu were sitting together in the carriage. Yang Wu spoke enviously.

"Brother Yang, just put in a little effort during the combat assessment. You can join too."

Luo Feng was completely relaxed. The combat assessment wouldn't put any pressure on him at all.

"Ah, even if I get in, I won't get the same terms as you. Besides, I still haven't managed to cultivate Genetic Origin Energy in the past month. I'm not at all confident about passing the combat assessment."

Yang Wu looked dejected.

He knew that Luo Feng had succeeded in cultivating Genetic Origin Energy in just one night.

Meanwhile, he hadn't managed it in an entire month.

It had to be said: being around a genius could be a real blow to one's confidence.

Fortunately, he still didn't know Luo Feng's true strength. Otherwise, he would have felt even more inferior.

They had taken the Quasi-Martial Artist Assessment in the same batch, but now the difference in their strength was like night and day.

Luo Feng wanted to help Yang Wu, but he knew that the entire Martial Artist Combat Assessment was monitored. Helping him kill monsters was out of the question; the proctors might be watching at any moment.

He couldn't cheat, so there was nothing he could do to help.

"Hey, Old Ke, what do you think? Which organization do you want to join? I think the HR Alliance is great. They have the most money, so I plan to join them after I pass."

"The Limit Martial Arts Hall has the strongest person in the world. I'm joining them."

"The Thunder Martial Arts Hall offers Martial Artists even better benefits than the Limit Martial Arts Hall. I think joining them would be great too."

"..."

The excited chatter of the Quasi-Martial Artists filled every corner of the carriage.

A moment later—

"Quasi-Martial Artists, the train will be arriving at the station shortly. Please get ready to disembark."

The announcement came over the carriage speakers. The train gradually slowed until it came to a stop.

With a swish, the carriage doors opened, and the Quasi-Martial Artists stepped off the train.

They found themselves in the parade ground of a military camp.

"Look outside!"

As soon as they got off, someone shouted.

Luo Feng followed the direction of the voice. Beyond the military camp's security perimeter, hungry monsters were roaring one after another.

Some were only two or three meters tall, while the largest stood seven or eight meters tall. They all looked hideous and terrifying.

Yet not one of the monsters dared approach the military camp.

"Gah—"

"Gah—"

At the shrill cries, the Quasi-Martial Artists almost all looked up at once. Hundreds of flying monsters swept across the azure sky in a dense formation.

All flying monsters were high-level monsters.

"Can we really fight these monsters?"

Some of the Quasi-Martial Artists were seeing monsters for the first time. Their knees were already trembling uncontrollably, and fear showed in their eyes.

"So these are monsters?"

Luo Feng's eyes shone. If this had been his first time seeing monsters, as it had been in the original story, he would surely have felt a little afraid.

But after fusing with the Dragonblood Warrior bloodline, the moment Luo Feng saw the monsters, he felt his blood begin to boil.

"Everyone—"

Just then, a loud voice rang in every Quasi-Martial Artist's ears.

There was a raised platform at the front of the parade ground. Several people stood on it, and one of them had spoken.

"Welcome to the Jiangnan City North Military District. There are 1,680 of you taking part in this Martial Artist Combat Assessment.

"I hope most of you pass, and I hope every one of you makes it through this combat assessment alive!"

All 1,680 Quasi-Martial Artists turned their attention to the people on the platform.

The speaker was a senior officer from the Jiangnan City North Military District.

The people beside him were senior representatives from the Thunder Martial Arts Hall, the Limit Martial Arts Hall, and the HR Alliance.

"Next, we'll call out names. When you hear your name, come forward to collect your combat uniform and weapons."

"Ke Lin."

"Chen Long."

"Huang Cong."

Ten officers stood below the platform, calling out the names of the Quasi-Martial Artists one by one. Those whose names were called went up to collect their combat uniforms and weapons.

"Luo Feng."

Luo Feng heard the loud call at once and immediately ran to the front.

The officer was holding a pile of equipment. As soon as Luo Feng stepped forward, he placed it in Luo Feng's hands.

Luo Feng took it with both hands.

It included a combat uniform, Battle Boots, a War Blade, a Hexagonal Shield, and a Communication Watch.

Holding the nearly two-hundred-kilogram load, Luo Feng quickly ran off.

More than ten minutes later,

all 1,680 Martial Artists had received a set of weapons and equipment.

Once everything had been handed out, everyone found a place to change into their combat uniforms, Battle Boots, and other gear.

Luo Feng quickly put on his full set of equipment too.

He casually swung the weapons a few times.

"Hm? This War Blade and shield are really light. I can swing this much faster than my Grade 6 Battle Blade."

Luo Feng usually trained with Grade 6 Battle Blades and shields, and they had extra weight added to them. Naturally, he could swing this standard low-grade War Blade faster.

It was like paying off a loan. If you had been paying more than ten thousand a month, then suddenly only had to pay a little over a thousand one month, of course it would feel easy.

Of course, your monthly salary had to be over ten thousand.

It was the same as training with a War Blade: you had to be strong enough to lift it in the first place. If you couldn't even pick it up, none of it mattered.

Luo Feng was still getting used to his equipment when a pretty young woman came over.

"Wow, Brother Luo, you look so handsome in that combat uniform."

"Thanks!"

Luo Feng replied politely and went back to testing his blade.