Practical Assessment

"The Martial Artist actual combat examination is tomorrow; I'm really looking forward to it."

Luo Feng looked forward to battling monsters, though, in truth, he was even more curious to see how the system would react after he killed one.

He stood up, pulled open the alloy door, and entered his bedroom to begin meditation.

Nowadays, Luo Feng had long since grown accustomed to using meditation as a substitute for sleep. Of course, if he was truly exhausted, he would occasionally get some real sleep to relax; after all, cultivation required a balance of work and rest.

On the morning of August 1st, led by a Martial Artist from the Limit Hall, Luo Feng arrived at the train station, preparing to depart for the actual combat examination site.

"Chug—chug—" The train sped forward.

Inside the carriage, a large number of prospective Martial Artists sat, staring at the giant screen on the wall, which was currently broadcasting a speech by a middle-aged man.

"Prospective Martial Artists, future Martial Artists, I am from the HR Alliance..."

The prospective Martial Artists in the carriage listened quietly.

"Prospective Martial Artists, I am from the Thunder Martial Arts Hall..."

After the person from the HR Alliance finished, it was the turn of the Thunder Martial Arts Hall, the Limit Martial Arts Hall, and the Hanxia Military to speak.

They were taking turns advertising themselves inside the carriage.

In any case, the point was to get these prospective Martial Artists to join them after passing the examination.

After all, there were still too few Martial Artists globally, and everyone who could pass the actual combat examination was a hot commodity.

Once these four major powers finished their pitches, the prospective Martial Artists in the carriage began to discuss things heatedly.

"Madman, I really envy you for joining the Limit Martial Arts Hall in advance; that is a symbol of strength and talent."

Inside the carriage, Luo Feng and Yang Wu sat together, and Yang Wu said with envy.

"Brother Yang, if you work hard during the actual combat examination, you can join too."

Luo Feng was quite relaxed; after all, the actual combat examination posed no pressure to him at all.

"Sigh, even if I join, the terms won't be able to compare to yours. Besides, I haven't even succeeded in cultivating Genetic Origin Energy in this past month, so I don't have full confidence in the actual combat examination."

Yang Wu looked somewhat dejected.

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

Yet he hadn't succeeded even after a month.

It had to be said that sometimes, being with a genius was truly discouraging.

Fortunately, he didn't know Luo Feng's true strength yet, or he would feel even more ashamed of his own inferiority.

Both were in the same batch participating in the prospective Martial Artist examination, yet the gap between their current strengths could be described as the difference between heaven and earth.

Luo Feng did want to help Yang Wu, but he knew that the entire actual combat examination was under surveillance. Helping him kill monsters directly was definitely out of the question; there was no telling when an examiner might be watching.

He couldn't cheat, so he was truly unable to help.

"Hey, Old Ke, what do you say? Which faction do you want to join? I feel like the HR Alliance is pretty good, they're the wealthiest. I plan to join the HR Alliance after I pass the exam."

"The Limit Martial Arts Hall has the world's strongest fighter; I want to join the Limit Martial Arts Hall."

"The Thunder Martial Arts Hall's benefits for Martial Artists are even better than the Limit Martial Arts Hall's. I'm planning to join the Thunder Martial Arts Hall; that's not bad either."

"..."

At this moment, the excited chatter of the prospective Martial Artists filled every corner of the carriage.

A moment later—

"Prospective Martial Artists, the train is about to enter the station. Please prepare to disembark."

A voice came from the carriage's loudspeaker as the train gradually slowed down until it came to a stop.

"Whoosh," the carriage doors opened, and the prospective Martial Artists from each carriage stepped off the train.

After disembarking, they found themselves on a military camp plaza.

"Look over there."

As soon as they got off the train, someone shouted.

Luo Feng couldn't help but look in the direction of the voice, only to see that outside the military camp's cordon, there were monsters with empty stomachs letting out roars.

Those monsters ranged from two or three meters to as large as seven or eight meters, and their appearances were all ferocious and terrifying.

Yet, these monsters dared not approach the military camp.

"Caw—"

"Caw—"

Following a series of piercing cries, the prospective Martial Artists looked up almost simultaneously, only to see hundreds of avian monsters whistling across the clear blue sky in an instant.

Avian-type monsters were all high-level monsters.

"Can we really fight against these monsters?"

Some prospective Martial Artists were seeing these monsters for the first time, and their legs had already begun to tremble uncontrollably, their eyes filled with terror.

"Are these the monsters?"

Luo Feng's eyes were shining. If this were his first time seeing monsters as in the original story, he would certainly have felt a trace of timidity.

But having fused with the bloodline of a Dragonblood Warrior, the moment Luo Feng saw the monsters, he only felt his blood boiling.

"Everyone—"

Just then, a loud voice reached the ears of every prospective Martial Artist.

There was a high platform at the front of the plaza, and several people were standing on it at this moment; the voice had come from one of them.

"Welcome to the Jiangnan City North Military District. This time, there are 1,680 of you participating in the Martial Artist practical examination.

I hope that most of you will pass the examination, and I also hope that all of you can survive this practical examination!"

The gazes of the 1,680 prospective Martial Artists were all drawn to the people on the high platform.

The person speaking on the front platform of the plaza was a high-ranking official from the Jiangnan City North Military District.

Beside him were several high-ranking members from the Thunder Martial Arts Hall, the Limit Martial Arts Hall, and the HR Alliance.

"Next, we will begin calling names. Prospective Martial Artists who hear their names, come up to receive your combat uniforms and weapons."

"Ke Lin."

"Chen Long."

"Huang Cong."

Below the high platform, a full ten military officers were calling out the names of the prospective Martial Artists one by one, and those who were called stepped forward to receive their combat uniforms and weapons.

"Luo Feng."

Luo Feng heard that loud voice immediately and sprinted to the very front.

The officer was holding a pile of items; seeing Luo Feng approach, he placed the pile directly into Luo Feng's hands.

Luo Feng took them with both hands.

There was a combat uniform, combat boots, a battle saber, a hexagonal shield, and a communication watch.

Holding this pile of nearly two hundred kilograms of equipment, Luo Feng quickly ran off.

Ten minutes later.

All 1,680 Martial Artists had been assigned a set of weapons and equipment.

Once the distribution was finished, everyone found a place to change into their combat uniforms, boots, and so on.

Luo Feng also quickly put on the entire set of equipment.

He swung it a few times casually.

"Hmm? This battle saber and shield are really light. The speed of my swings and slashes is much faster than when I use the Grade 6 battle saber."

Luo Feng usually trained with a Grade 6 battle saber and shield, and he even applied gravity to them; naturally, switching to this standard low-grade battle saber made his swings faster.

It was like paying off a loan: if you were paying over ten thousand a month, and suddenly one month you only had to pay a little over one thousand, you would naturally feel relieved.

Of course, your salary would have to be over ten thousand.

Just like training with a battle saber, you have to be able to lift the saber first; if you can't even lift the blade, everything else is pointless.

Luo Feng was still getting used to the equipment when a beautiful young girl walked over.

"Wow, Brother Luo, you look really handsome in this combat uniform."

"Thank you!"

Luo Feng replied only with politeness and continued testing the blade.