Early Termination of the Assessment

A white sphere of light hovered in the air. Luo Feng walked closer and saw a small, pure white battle blade inside.

"What is this? Did it drop loot?"

Luo Feng was pleasantly surprised.

As expected of a game system. I knew it couldn't just be points as a reward.

Luo Feng thought to himself.

Because he had previously obtained an Earth Magic book, Luo Feng knew that when the system granted rewards, these items were invisible to others.

Only after he took them out and used them, and chose to let others see them, would they become visible.

Therefore, Luo Feng was not worried.

With a thought from Luo Feng, the white sphere of light flew in front of him, then vanished, slowly transforming into a white battle blade.

Luo Feng set down the Blood Shadow Battle Blade he was holding and took the white blade into his hand.

[Tiger Mastiff Blade: Grade 2 battle blade, crafted from the essence of Tiger Mastiff fangs.]

A row of system prompts appeared before his eyes.

"The lowest-level H-grade monster actually dropped a Grade 2 battle blade?"

Although this blade was of no use to Luo Feng, a Grade 2 battle blade was worth 500,000 per piece.

Even at half price in Limit Home, it would still cost 250,000.

More importantly, if monsters could drop equipment, he wouldn't need to spend money to buy new gear once his current Grade 6 battle blade and shield became obsolete.

It would save him quite a bit of money in the early stages.

If monsters can drop weapons and equipment, maybe they can drop cultivation manuals in the future. That would be awesome.

Luo Feng thought to himself.

Of course, he didn't expect an H-grade monster to drop anything too good; he figured a Grade 2 blade was likely the limit.

In the middle of the night.

Wan Dong walked through Monster Town carrying a battle blade, his brow furrowed.

"What's going on? I haven't seen a single monster for over twenty minutes. Did those monsters all hide for the night?"

When he first entered, he could usually encounter a monster every ten minutes or so.

Wan Dong felt incredibly frustrated. He wanted to compete with Luo Feng for first place, but how could he compete if he couldn't even find monsters?

"I'll try a different direction."

Wan Dong wasn't the only one who noticed this strange occurrence; other prospective Martial Artists participating in the practical exam had discovered the same issue.

That was, the monsters in Monster Town seemed to have suddenly decreased significantly, and it took a long time to encounter even one.

Everyone was extremely anxious, knowing that only sixty percent of people would pass the assessment; the elimination rate was still quite high.

At this moment, Luo Feng, who had just killed a large group of Iron-Haired Wild Boars, was also feeling very frustrated.

Because he had just received a call; the examiner for the Martial Artist assessment told him to leave now, terminating his assessment early.

The reason was that he had killed too many monsters, which had severely affected the assessment of other prospective Martial Artists.

Of course, the examiner also clearly stated that Luo Feng had already passed the Martial Artist practical assessment ahead of schedule.

Looking at his point balance, which displayed "182" points.

Luo Feng still felt unsatisfied.

"They think I killed too many? I was planning to save up to 200 points. How annoying!"

Luo Feng had no choice but to walk toward the exit of Monster Town.

"But it doesn't matter. I earned 182 points in just a few hours. Converted to punching power, that's 18,200 kilograms. What more could I ask for?

Once I become an official Martial Artist, I can go to the real wilderness to hunt. That is where my true battlefield lies."

Early the next morning, at the break of dawn!

"Woo— woo— woo—"

A series of piercing sounds suddenly rang out across the entire town, and at the same time, a deep voice echoed through the town via loudspeakers.

"Time is up. All prospective Martial Artists, report to the town exit immediately."

Upon hearing this sound, all the prospective Martial Artists quickly rushed toward the gates of Monster Town.

Before long, over a thousand people had gathered.

Almost every one of these thousand-plus people was stained with blood, perhaps from monsters, or perhaps their own.

There were also some prospective Martial Artists who walked out while supporting each other.

"Beep, beep—"

A harsh sound rang out as a heavy-duty truck drove out from the town, and one could see that the truck was piled high with the corpses of prospective Martial Artists.

Although they had communication watches to call for help, there were always some people who were killed by monsters before rescue could arrive.

These were generally people with poor mental fortitude; seeing a monster made their legs go weak, and they couldn't display any of their actual strength.

Looking at those who had died, most Martial Artists felt a sense of shared grief, their eyes filled with sorrow.

After all, having become Martial Artists, they would all have to go into the wilderness to fight other monsters in the future; perhaps this would be their own fate one day.

An officer looked at the expressions of these prospective Martial Artists, his gaze turning cold and sharp in an instant as he shouted.

"You are Martial Artists! Fighting monsters, how could there be no deaths! Since you chose to walk the path of a Martial Artist, you must be prepared for death!"

"Human society grants Martial Artists privileges, but why?"

"It is not for you to enjoy a life of luxury, but because you kill a large number of monsters and have contributed to humanity. That is why you are granted these privileges."

The officer looked at these prospective Martial Artists, and seeing that many of their gazes were gradually becoming firm, his expression softened.

"Alright, now let's start calculating the points. Line up one by one."

Next came the point settlement phase.

"Lv Fang, two monster left ears. Next."

"Yang Wu, three monster left ears. Not bad. Next."

The prospective Martial Artists registered one by one.

"Look, it's Wan Dong."

Suddenly, someone in the crowd spotted a cold-looking youth. He was carrying a bulging backpack; it was none other than Wan Dong, who had been recruited in advance by the Thunder Martial Arts Hall.

"I wonder how many monsters he hunted?"

"Look at his backpack. I'm afraid there are dozens of monster ears in there."

"He's too amazing. I heard someone named Luo Feng was also recruited in advance by the Limit Martial Arts Hall. Why hasn't anyone seen him?"

"Who knows? He hasn't come out yet. Maybe he was killed by a monster. One of the bodies in that truck earlier might even be him."

"Having strong physical fitness doesn't necessarily mean having strong combat ability."

"..."

For a time, a large number of prospective Martial Artists discussed the matter, most of their gazes focused on Wan Dong, who had just walked out from the entrance.

Wan Dong was also looking around at this moment, trying to find Luo Feng.

"Hmm? Why don't I see Luo Feng?"

Just as Wan Dong was still looking for Luo Feng, an officer walked up to him.

"Wan Dong, right? Give me the monster left ears you hunted."

In front of this officer, another officer was using a laptop to record the data one by one.

Wan Dong pulled back his thoughts and took off the backpack from his shoulders.

"Whoosh!"

As the backpack was emptied, a large number of monster left ears fell directly into the metal basin nearby.

"Wow, he's too strong! Just how many monsters did this guy hunt?"

The prospective Martial Artists watching from afar were shocked.

At this moment, the examining officer was counting the monster ears one by one. A moment later, the officer smiled and looked at Wan Dong.

"Not bad, there are 49 monster left ears in total."

"Next."

The officer finished recording and turned to look at the others.

If this were a previous prospective Martial Artist examination, the officer would definitely have been surprised by someone killing 49 monsters.

But this time...

By the time everyone had finished registering, Wan Dong still hadn't seen Luo Feng.

Listening to the discussions of the people nearby, Wan Dong also assumed that Luo Feng had truly died in Monster Town.

"What a pity. I thought you would be a decent opponent. I didn't expect you wouldn't even pass the first stage. You really disappoint me."

Wan Dong shook his head slightly, then looked up into the distance, wearing the expression of someone who felt lonely at the top.