The Assessment Was Ended Early

A white orb of light floated in the air. Luo Feng walked closer and saw a small, pure-white War Blade inside it.

"What's this? Did I get loot?"

Luo Feng was pleasantly surprised.

"Just as I thought. It really is a game system. I knew it couldn't only reward points."

Luo Feng thought to himself.

Since he had obtained an Earth Magic book before, Luo Feng knew that when the system first rewarded him with an item, nobody else could see it.

Only after he took it out and used it could other people see it, if he wanted them to.

So Luo Feng wasn't worried.

With a thought from Luo Feng, the white orb of light flew over to him. Then it disappeared, slowly turning into a white War Blade.

Luo Feng put down the Blood Shadow Battle Blade in his hand and picked up the white War Blade.

[Tiger Mastiff Blade: Grade 2 War Blade, forged from the essence of a Tiger Mastiff's fangs.]

A system notification appeared before his eyes.

"The lowest-grade H-Class Monster actually dropped a Grade 2 War Blade?"

The War Blade wasn't much use to Luo Feng, but a Grade 2 War Blade was worth 500,000 yuan.

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

More importantly, if monsters could drop equipment, then once his Grade 6 War Blade and shield became obsolete, he wouldn't have to spend money buying replacements.

That would save him quite a bit of money early on.

"Monsters can drop weapons and equipment. Maybe later they'll even drop cultivation manuals. That'd be awesome."

Luo Feng thought to himself.

Of course, he didn't expect an H-Class Monster to drop anything valuable. A Grade 2 War Blade was probably the best it could manage.

It was midnight.

Wan Dong walked through Monster Town with a War Blade in hand, his brow furrowed.

"What's going on? I haven't seen a single monster in over twenty minutes. Do they all hide at night?"

When he had first entered, he'd usually encountered a monster about every ten minutes.

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

"I'll try another direction."

Wan Dong wasn't the only one who'd noticed something strange. The other Quasi-Martial Artists taking the combat assessment had noticed it too.

The monsters in Monster Town seemed to have suddenly become much fewer in number. They had to wait a long time before encountering one.

Everyone was anxious. After all, only sixty percent of the candidates would pass, and that was a high elimination rate.

At that moment, Luo Feng was also feeling frustrated after just killing a large group of Iron-Haired Wild Boars.

He had just received a call from the inspector overseeing the Martial Artist assessment, telling him to leave immediately. His assessment had been ended early.

The reason was that he had killed too many monsters and was seriously affecting the other Quasi-Martial Artists' assessments.

Of course, the inspector had also made it clear that Luo Feng had already passed the Martial Artist Combat Assessment.

Looking at his points balance, which showed "182,"

Luo Feng still wasn't satisfied.

"You're already complaining that I killed too many? I was hoping to save up 200 points. What a drag!"

Luo Feng could only head out of Monster Town, resigned to the decision.

"But it doesn't matter. I earned 182 points in just a few hours. That's equivalent to 18,200 kilograms of punch force. What more could I ask for? Once I become a full-fledged Martial Artist, I'll be able to hunt in the real wilderness. That's where I belong."

Early the next morning, just as the sky was beginning to lighten!

"Woo-woo! Woo-woo! Woo-woo!"

A series of piercing sounds suddenly rang through the town. At the same time, a deep voice boomed over the loudspeakers, echoing throughout the entire town.

"Time's up! All Quasi-Martial Artists, report to the town exit immediately!"

Hearing the announcement, all the Quasi-Martial Artists hurried toward the gates of Monster Town.

Before long, more than a thousand people had gathered.

Nearly everyone had bloodstains on them. Some of it was monster blood, while some of it was their own.

Some Quasi-Martial Artists had even stumbled out, supporting one another.

"Toot, toot—"

A piercing horn blared as a heavy truck drove out of town. Its cargo bed was piled high with the bodies of Quasi-Martial Artists.

Although they had communication watches they could use to call for help, some people were killed by monsters before help could reach them.

Most of them had been too frightened to fight. The moment they saw a monster, their legs had gone weak, and they hadn't been able to fight at full strength.

Looking at the dead, most of the Martial Artists felt a pang of grief, their eyes filled with sorrow.

After all, once they became Martial Artists, they would have to fight monsters in the wilderness. This might be their own fate one day.

An officer looked at the Quasi-Martial Artists, his expression turning stern. He shouted at them,

"You are Martial Artists. When fighting monsters, people are bound to die! If you choose this path, then be ready to die!

"Why does human society grant Martial Artists special privileges? Not to let you live in comfort, but because you kill large numbers of monsters and serve humanity. That's why you're granted those privileges."

The officer looked over the Quasi-Martial Artists. Seeing that many of their gazes were gradually growing more resolute, his expression finally softened.

"Alright, we'll start counting points now. Line up and come forward one at a time."

Next came the point tally.

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

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

One Quasi-Martial Artist after another registered.

"Look, it's Wan Dong."

Someone in the crowd spotted a cold-looking young man with a bulging backpack on his back. It was Wan Dong, who had been recruited early by the Thunder Martial Arts Hall.

"I wonder how many monsters he killed."

"Look at that backpack. There must be dozens of monster ears in there."

"He's incredible. I heard there's another guy named Luo Feng who was recruited early by Limit Martial Arts Hall. Why hasn't anyone seen him?"

"Who knows? He still hasn't come out. Maybe the monsters killed him. One of the bodies in that truck just now could've been his. A strong physique doesn't necessarily mean strong fighting ability."

"..."

The Quasi-Martial Artists began talking among themselves, and most of their attention focused on Wan Dong, who had just walked out of the entrance.

Wan Dong was looking around too, trying to find Luo Feng.

"Hm? Why can't I see Luo Feng?"

While Wan Dong was still searching for him, an officer walked up to him.

"You're Wan Dong, right? Hand over the left ears of the monsters you killed."

Another officer stood in front of a laptop, recording the candidates' results.

Wan Dong gathered his thoughts and took off his backpack.

"Clatter!"

He tipped it over, and a large number of monster left ears fell into the metal basin beside him.

"Wow, he's incredible! How many monsters did this guy kill?"

The Quasi-Martial Artists watching from a distance were astonished.

The assessment officer counted the monster ears one by one. After a moment, he smiled at Wan Dong.

"Not bad. You've got forty-nine monster left ears."

"Next."

The officer finished recording the results and turned to the others.

In previous Quasi-Martial Artist assessments, anyone who killed forty-nine monsters would have amazed the officer.

But this time...

Even after everyone's results had been recorded, Wan Dong still hadn't seen Luo Feng.

Listening to the people around him, Wan Dong began to think Luo Feng really had died in Monster Town.

"What a pity. I thought you'd make a decent opponent. I didn't expect you wouldn't even pass the first round. You've really disappointed me."

Wan Dong shook his head slightly, then gazed into the distance with his chin raised, like a man who stood alone at the top.