Quasi-Martial Artist

A Martial Artist's physical fitness assessment, also known as the "Quasi-Martial Artist Assessment," was an important hurdle for countless cultivators.

It consisted of three tests: punching power, speed, and neural response.

In terms of neural response, Luo Feng was exceptionally talented. He had reached the physical requirements for a Quasi-Martial Artist long ago.

That meant only one thing remained for him to improve: his punching power.

"I have to train hard this month and become a Quasi-Martial Artist before the college entrance exam."

Luo Feng made up his mind.

"Once I reach the Quasi-Martial Artist level, I'll be able to cultivate Genetic Origin Energy. My physical fitness will improve dramatically, and my Spiritual Telekinesis will awaken naturally.

"No wonder the beginner's gift pack gave me weapons and equipment for all six elements. The system must have considered that, with my talent, Advanced War General is only the starting point."

Luo Feng thought to himself.

"Luo Feng, I can't be around you anymore. You're too demoralizing."

Yang Wu saw that Luo Feng seemed preoccupied after finishing his speed test. He teased him, then tactfully left him alone and went to train.

Time slipped by amid sweat-soaked training. Two hours later, night fell over the land.

Only then did Luo Feng reluctantly leave the martial arts hall and start for home.

For those two hours, Luo Feng had been immersed in training. Every minute and every second, he could clearly feel himself improving, little by little. The sensation was like a trickle gathering into a river, leaving him exhilarated.

"If only we had this many training machines at home. Then I wouldn't have to come to the martial arts hall every day."

"Should I keep going to school? Should I take the college entrance exam? Maybe I should just leave school and spend more time focusing on training?"

As he walked, these thoughts kept rising in Luo Feng's mind like waves.

For the Luo Feng of today, going to school seemed like a waste of time.

"If I drop out now, Mom and Dad will probably be really worried. Forget it. I'll tell them after I become a Quasi-Martial Artist. Otherwise, it'll take ages to explain, and I'll have plenty of time later anyway. A little time won't make a difference."

After thinking it over, Luo Feng stopped dwelling on it and hurried home with light steps.

A month and a half passed in the blink of an eye.

It was a little after seven in the evening on June 16. The college entrance exam had ended a week ago, and today the results were released.

For Luo Feng, the results were hardly important, but his family was full of anticipation.

The whole family crowded around his younger brother Luo Hua's laptop. His parents and younger brother were all on edge.

Luo Feng, the person the results were about, was the calmest of them all.

Luo Hua's fingers tapped away at the keyboard as he repeatedly refreshed the page.

At last, the results page updated.

Luo Hua quickly entered Luo Feng's name and ID number, then clicked the "Check" button without hesitation.

Whoosh!

The laptop screen flickered, and a table appeared clearly before them.

Examinee: Luo Feng

Sex: Male

ID Number: 426123203806083211

Liberal Arts: 236

Science: 239

Mathematics: 248

Total: 723

Undergraduate Cutoff: 561

"723 points? The cutoff is only 561?

"Wow, bro, your score is... way too insane! You're more than a hundred points above the cutoff. You've probably clinched first place in the whole school, right?"

Luo Hua exclaimed, his eyes full of admiration for his older brother.

When Luo Hongguo and his wife, Gong Xinlan, saw the score, their faces lit up with smiles.

Their son had done so well that he could get into his dream school, Jiangnan First Military Academy. After he graduated, their family's long-standing financial difficulties would improve greatly.

Luo Feng wasn't surprised by his score.

The college entrance exam had gone very smoothly, and ever since he had fused with the Linley Template, he had felt his mind grow much sharper and clearer.

Although he had barely spent any time studying outside of class that month, simply listening casually during lessons had been enough for everything he learned to imprint itself clearly in his mind.

His reasoning and calculation skills had improved significantly, too.

On top of that, he hadn't felt much pressure about the exam. Instead, he had performed beyond his usual level, earning an astonishing score.

Given this year's exam results, Luo Feng couldn't say for certain that he would be the top scorer in Jiangnan Base City, but he figured he'd come close.

After all, this year's questions had been difficult, especially the math section. Luo Feng had scored almost full marks, which gave him a huge lead over the other examinees.

Looking at the result, Luo Feng's lips curled up slightly.

"Before setting foot on the path of a Martial Artist, this score is a satisfactory answer to the twelve years I spent on my cultural education.

"It's time to tell Mom and Dad about my situation."

Luo Feng thought to himself. Then he suddenly spoke.

"Dad, Mom, I don't plan to go to university. I'm going to become a freelance Martial Artist."

His words landed like a bomb in a still lake. His entire family froze.

"..."

"..."

"Xiao Feng, what do you mean?"

His parents had finally seen their son get such a good score, and they had been eagerly hoping he would go to university. In their eyes, the path of a Martial Artist was full of uncertainty, far less secure than getting a university education.

"Dad, Mom, my physical fitness has already reached the Quasi-Martial Artist level. I'll be taking the Quasi-Martial Artist Assessment in a few days.

"Compared to becoming a Martial Artist, a university degree is worthless."

Luo Feng spoke with unwavering resolve.

"What?"

Luo Hongguo, Gong Xinlan, and Luo Hua could hardly believe their ears.

They knew that Luo Feng had been an advanced student at the martial arts hall, but they had never imagined he could reach the Quasi-Martial Artist level so quickly.

After all, even talented people usually needed several years to advance from an advanced student to a Quasi-Martial Artist. Some people couldn't reach that level in their entire lives.

But Luo Feng had only been an advanced student for half a year. How could he already have reached the Quasi-Martial Artist level?

"Bro, is that for real?"

Luo Hua blurted out.

"Of course. My physical fitness has already met all the requirements."

Luo Feng smiled confidently.

"Once I pass the Quasi-Martial Artist Assessment, I'm absolutely sure I'll pass the Martial Artist Combat Assessment. Before long, I'll be a true Martial Artist."

Luo Feng was completely confident in his abilities.

Once he passed the Quasi-Martial Artist Assessment, cultivated Genetic Origin Energy, and awakened his telekinesis, dealing with those H-Class Monsters in the Martial Artist Combat Assessment would be child's play.

Luo Hongguo, Gong Xinlan, and Luo Hua were completely stunned by this sudden news.

A Martial Artist!

Among humanity, they were an extraordinary group, a symbol of privilege and immense wealth.

They were in a completely different league from the elite students at an ordinary military academy.

"Our family's going to have a Martial Artist! Bro, you're incredible!"

Luo Hua was so excited that he couldn't help shouting.

"Xiao Feng, that's wonderful."

Luo Hongguo and Gong Xinlan were thrilled, too, their eyes shining with pride.

Seeing that his parents didn't object and his younger brother was so happy, Luo Feng chuckled and thought to himself:

"Becoming a Martial Artist is only the starting point of my life's journey."

Early the next morning, while the sky was still dim and the whole city lay quiet, Luo Feng left home and hurried to the Limit Martial Arts Hall.

He soon reached the third floor and walked straight up to the Punch Strength Tester.

"I've trained hard for over a month. Let's see how much I've improved in the past month and a half—how much this Dragonblood Warrior bloodline can boost me."

Luo Feng gazed intently at the Punch Strength Tester.

He stepped forward, plugged it in with practiced ease, and switched it on.

He took a deep breath, bringing his mind and body into peak condition. Then he unleashed his full strength, channeled all his power into his right fist, and threw a fierce punch.

With a loud bang, a sound like muffled thunder erupted through the room.

"Beep! Beep! Beep!"

The Punch Strength Tester sounded three crisp beeps in quick succession.

Luo Feng's eyes lit up.

Over 1,000 kilograms!

Luo Feng eagerly looked at the display on the Punch Strength Tester—1,012 kilograms.

Well above the Quasi-Martial Artist passing mark.