Quasi-Martial Artist Assessment

When Xu Xin arrived at the school gate and saw the banner, a bright spark immediately flashed in her eyes.

She tilted her head slightly, the corners of her mouth curling upward involuntarily as scenes from her freshman year surfaced in her mind.

Luo Feng used to sneak glances at me during class back in freshman year, but he never dared to confess. I wonder if he'll choose the same university as me?

Xu Xin's academic grades had always been outstanding, consistently ranking among the top in the entire school, and she had a clear plan for her future.

Yet, at this moment, the mere appearance of the name Luo Feng stirred up unexpected emotions within her.

When Zhang Haobai saw the banner, his face, which had previously worn a look of arrogance, instantly turned incredibly ugly.

A trace of malice flashed in his eyes as he couldn't help but recall the sparring match at the Limit Martial Arts Hall a while back, where he had actually had his teeth knocked out by Luo Feng—a humiliation that remained indelible in his heart.

Luo Feng, he's just a poor kid who happens to have slightly better grades than me.

Hmph, just wait until I become a martial artist before him; I will definitely trample him ruthlessly under my feet.

Zhang Haobai thought to himself, his narrow mind filled with jealousy and resentment, secretly swearing that he would get his revenge in the future.

Class 5, Grade 12, was where Luo Feng's class was located.

On this day, as the students arrived at the classroom one after another, they were surprised to find quite a few people from outside the school loitering at the entrance.

They were all dressed appropriately, and several of them wore gold-rimmed glasses, their every gesture exuding the air of intellectuals.

These people kept peering into the classroom, checking their phones every so often, and carefully scrutinizing every student who walked in, as if they were waiting for someone.

In reality, these people were all admissions officers from the top universities in Jiangnan Base City.

Having heard the news that Luo Feng was the top scorer in the college entrance exam, they had all come seeking him out, each hoping to recruit this exceptional student to their own school in advance.

"Graduation certificates are being handed out! Graduation certificates! And the application forms for university preferences, everyone come and collect them."

Just then, three class officers carrying a stack of graduation certificates and application forms hurried from outside toward the classroom podium.

"Hmm? What's going on with Luo Feng? Why hasn't he shown up on such an important day?"

The group of admissions officers from the top universities outside were suddenly bewildered.

They were already handing out graduation certificates and application forms, yet there was still no sign of Luo Feng.

The class monitor stood on the podium, calling out names one by one and distributing the graduation certificates and application forms in turn.

"Hua Wei!"

"Zhang Yuan!"

"..."

Name after name echoed through the classroom.

"Luo Feng!"

"Luo Feng!"

When Luo Feng's name was called, they waited for a long time, but no one answered.

"Monitor, Luo Feng didn't come today."

Below, a classmate who usually sat next to Luo Feng spoke up.

The class monitor, Qu Lin, shook her head helplessly and could only set Luo Feng's graduation certificate and application form aside.

Just then, Wei Wen rushed to the classroom door.

"Luo Feng asked me to help him pick up his graduation certificate."

Seeing Wei Wen, many students in Class 5 recognized him as Luo Feng's good friend.

"Here you go."

The class monitor, Qu Lin, handed the graduation certificate and the application form to Wei Wen.

Wei Wen took the graduation certificate, glanced at the application form, and then casually tossed it into the trash can nearby.

Anyway, Luo Feng only wanted the graduation certificate and didn't need the application form, so keeping it was useless.

The previously noisy classroom instantly went silent!

All the students in the class were stunned; this was the application form for college entrance exam preferences, after all—who would dare to throw it away so easily?

Before the students in the class could react, the admissions officers who had been waiting outside for a long time grew anxious, and they all swarmed in at once.

"This student, why did you throw away student Luo Feng's application form? Don't you know how important this is for a high school student?"

"That's right, is this something you can just throw away? How uncultured."

"Do you have a grudge against student Luo Feng? Are you trying to sabotage him on purpose?"

"..."

These admissions officers were all fuming inside, but because they were accustomed to maintaining their professional decorum, they held back from using foul language.

Wei Wen was taken aback by the group's remarks, but when he remembered the banner at the school gate, he quickly realized what was happening. He then said with a very pretentious air.

"Filling out preferences? Going to university? How would Ah Feng have the time for that? He's about to go take the 'quasi-martial artist assessment'—who cares about university?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the previously quiet classroom erupted into an uproar.

"What? The prospective martial artist assessment?"

"Luo Feng, he's taking the prospective martial artist assessment? Is that for real? He can't be that amazing, can he?"

"I reckon Wei Wen is just bragging. Luo Feng only became a senior student last year; how could he possibly be taking the prospective martial artist assessment this year?"

Subconsciously, these students were unwilling to believe that Luo Feng had actually reached the physical fitness requirements of a martial artist.

After all, in their understanding, going from a senior student to a prospective martial artist required long-term accumulation and extremely high talent. Achieving this leap in just one short year was simply too incredible.

"Maybe what Wei Wen said is true. Otherwise, why would Luo Feng be so indifferent about being the top scorer in the college entrance exam and having his pick of all the top universities?"

"..."

The students discussed it heatedly, with various guesses and doubts rising and falling throughout the classroom.

Time quickly arrived at July 1st.

"Mom, Dad, I'm heading to the Limit Hall in the city center. I might not be back for lunch today."

Early in the morning, Luo Feng said goodbye to his parents.

Immediately after, he looked at his younger brother, Luo Hua, who was sitting in a wheelchair, his eyes filled with brotherly affection.

"Little brother, I'm heading out. Wait for my good news."

Luo Feng winked at his brother, Luo Hua, his eyes carrying a hint of playfulness.

His brother, Luo Hua, grinned and gave him a thumbs-up in encouragement.

"Mm, notify us the moment you pass the assessment."

One hour later.

Luo Feng arrived at the entrance of the Bright Moon Residential Quarter in Yangzhou City.

This place not only housed the Limit Hall but was also the residential area for families of martial artists under the Limit Martial Arts Hall.

At the entrance of the residential quarter, security was strict. As soon as Luo Feng walked up to the gate, he was stopped by the guard.

Luo Feng calmly took out his senior martial arts student ID and, after explaining his purpose to the guard, successfully entered the residential quarter.

"Is this where I'll be living in the future? Not bad."

Luo Feng walked along, observing the environment within the residential quarter.

He saw that apart from the towering Limit Hall in the center of the quarter, individual villas were distributed in a well-organized manner throughout the rest of the area.

Between the villas, rockeries, ponds, and lawns complemented each other perfectly.

There were very few people around, and it was very quiet, giving off a sense of peace and tranquility.

Luo Feng was very satisfied with this.

In the center of the Bright Moon Residential Quarter, inside the Limit Hall, just as Luo Feng stepped into the lobby of the Limit Hall.

"Sir, are you here to take the prospective martial artist assessment?"

In the lobby of the hall, a sweet-looking young woman asked softly with a professional smile on her face.

"Yes!"

Luo Feng replied briefly.

"Sir, please sit over there. We will conduct the prospective martial artist assessment collectively with the others at ten o'clock this morning."

The young woman pointed to the lounge area on the side of the lobby.

Luo Feng nodded and walked in the direction the young woman had pointed.

"Huh, another newcomer. This person looks so young."

Seeing Luo Feng walk in, the three people who had arrived earlier in the lobby cast curious glances his way.

Luo Feng politely nodded slightly to the three of them, then walked over to a sofa on the side and sat down.

Everyone was a stranger to each other, so there wasn't much conversation.

As time passed, people arrived at the hall lobby one after another.

However, it appeared that these people coming to take the prospective martial artist assessment were all quite old, likely over thirty, with some even looking to be in their forties.

Among this group, the young Luo Feng stood out, appearing like a crane in a flock of chickens.

"Ha, Luo Feng, here so early."

A loud voice broke the slightly dull atmosphere in the lobby.

Luo Feng was startled and turned his head to look, seeing a lean man with a hideous scar on his face striding toward him.

"Brother Yang?"

Luo Feng quickly stood up and went to meet him.

Both of them came from Yi'an District and were both students of the Limit Martial Arts Hall, so they naturally felt a sense of kinship and began to chat together.

After a while.

"Everyone, quiet down."

Just as the people participating in the prospective martial artist examination in the hall were chatting amongst themselves, a cold shout rang out from the center of the lobby.

Immediately, everyone present turned to look, only to see a middle-aged man wearing a loose training uniform standing in the center of the hall, his gaze sweeping over the crowd with an air of authority.

"Let's go, follow me upstairs, we are starting the prospective martial artist examination immediately.

Remember, behave yourselves once we go upstairs. An old friend of our Yangzhou City chief instructor has arrived today, so do not offend this lord."

The middle-aged man said sternly.

"Understood."

Everyone responded respectfully.

"An old friend of the chief instructor? Is it that Spiritual Telekinetic?"