Devouring the Starry Sky: Heaven-Defying Comprehension, Joining the Chat Group

Jiang Li stomped against the ground, a low rumble erupting. By the time the crowd reacted, only a white afterimage streaked across the speed zone, arriving at the finish line in an instant.

Then.

The display flashed '72.2m/s'.

"Whoa!"

"Th-this speed... it's definitely Warrior-level!"

"The entry standard for a Junior Warrior is 60 meters per second. Jiang Li's 72.2—he's blown past it!"

"A twenty-year-old Warrior-level is guaranteed to become a Warlord-level in the future, maybe even a War God-level!"

"Ahhh, if only Jiang Li could spare me 0.1 of his speed!"

"..."

The other examinees let out exclamations of awe and envy.

"Mm, speed passes too."

'Head Instructor' Wu Tong said with a smile.

"Jiang Li, Luo Feng, Lu Fei... you six who passed the test, follow me!"

"Last item: neural reaction test. Jiang Li, we'll start with you this time..."

Jiang Li looked at the spacious room, roughly a hundred square meters, and strolled inside. A tall, globe-like instrument stood on the floor.

On this device were dozens of openings, like an enhanced version of a Gatling gun.

"Remember, don't step out of the circle!"

After Jiang Nian spoke, Head Instructor Wu Tong pressed a button.

'Hum!'

The test machine's muzzles began spinning rapidly. Dozens of gunports fired red beams almost simultaneously, some fast, some slow, their flight paths all different—chaotic and sudden.

"Even though I haven't learned any footwork! With my Advanced Warrior reaction speed, this is nothing!"

Jiang Li thought to himself.

Then, as his body swayed, Jiang Li dodged left and right like a wobbling doll, gradually forming afterimages.

From the outside, they couldn't track Jiang Li's movement at all—it was as if a layer of mist had veiled their eyes.

'Swish!'

'Swish!'

'Swish!'

"This footwork?"

Jiang Nian's eyes widened in disbelief: "Micro-level!"

"It's Micro-level!" Wu Tong's eyes also lit up, staring fixedly at Jiang Li in the testing room.

Each of Jiang Li's evasions was very small in amplitude, yet cleverly avoided the incoming bullets.

This leisurely, composed posture stunned everyone present.

Micro-level footwork—even many Warlord-level experts couldn't achieve it!

"His footwork has actually reached the Micro-level? Unbelievable, absolutely unbelievable!"

An instructor from another zone gasped: "He's only twenty, and I haven't reached it at forty!"

"A genius like this can't be allowed to join other forces. Good thing he got his student card at the Limit Martial Arts Hall!"

After his initial shock, Wu Tong immediately instructed: "Jiang Nian, you take over the rest of the test!"

"What's the Head Instructor in such a hurry for?"

Lu Fei from the side widened his eyes: "Could there be a problem with Brother Jiang?"

"What problem could there be? Didn't you see he didn't even shift his position?"

Tong Guan, a military man, glanced at the hastily departing Wu Tong and said in a low voice: "The Head Instructor is probably reporting to his superiors."

Hiss?!

The few of them gasped.

They hadn't expected a martial artist test to alarm someone above the Head Instructor.

'Beep! Beep!'

Three minutes later, the neural reaction test machine stopped spinning, and a long string of text appeared on the screen.

"180 seconds, hit 0 times, no contact with red beams, Perfect!"

Seeing this text, the martial artists present all marveled.

Compared to Jiang Li's strength and speed, his footwork was what truly shook them.

On the battlefield, possessing unparalleled footwork was almost a guarantee of invincibility!

"Haha, Jiang Li, you passed the martial artist assessment..."

Jiang Nian was overjoyed and congratulated him: "Once the official documents are issued, your information will be entered into the citizen identity records, and then you'll be a Warrior-level martial artist!"

As for the practical assessment, how could an ordinary martial artist's practical assessment possibly stump a Warrior-level martial artist?

Moreover, this was a martial artist who had mastered the Micro-Step footwork!

"Thanks."

Jiang Li nodded and started chatting with Luo Feng and the others.

Chapter 7: Gene Energy Cultivation Method, Spiritual Psychic

Meanwhile.

Ling Ling changed into a form-fitting combat suit, tied her hair into a ponytail, and the whole look gave her an extra touch of heroic spirit.

She rode a King-class warship to the Jiangnan Headquarters of Limit Martial Arts Hall.

When the staff saw her, their expressions stiffened, and they said respectfully:

"Milady!"

"Have Wang Meng come see me!"

The staff member replied deferentially: "War God Wang Meng is in the sixth-floor meeting room. I'll notify him immediately. Please wait a moment, Milady!"

"Mm!"

On the other side, on the seventh floor of the hall.

Wu Tong was about to report Jiang Li's situation to a silver-haired man in a black robe, but saw that he was on the phone, speaking with extreme deference: "Yes, yes, War God, understood!"

War God?!

Wu Tong's heart jolted. War Gods were the pinnacle of martial artists; there were only a few hundred in the entire world.

"Wu Tong, is there a student named Jiang Li among the examinees?"

After hanging up, the silver-haired man asked.

"There is!"

Wu Tong's pupils shrank sharply, and he said hurriedly: "Captain, I was just about to tell you—this student has reached Warrior-level strength, and his footwork has reached the Micro-Step level!"

"Oh?"

The silver-haired man showed a look of realization: "No wonder the War God personally called!"

"Captain, you mean the War God called this time because of Jiang Li?"

Wu Tong stared at the silver-haired man in disbelief.

Jiang Li had actually caught the attention of a War God-level powerhouse?

And at that moment.

The other examinees who had taken the assessment also finished their neural reaction tests.

"Alright, for this quasi-martial artist assessment, a total of four people passed: Jiang Li, Luo Feng..."

Jiang Nian announced the results with a smile.

Luo Feng and the others were overjoyed. If not for the group of senior martial artists watching nearby, they would have been shouting and cheering right then.

Becoming a martial artist meant they could provide better living conditions for their families!

Especially Luo Feng—he had long wanted to move his whole family into Mingyue Residential Area.

"Everyone, the next step is to sign the practical assessment contract and so on. Please help with that!"

At that moment, Wu Tong and the silver-haired man walked over. Wu Tong glanced at Jiang Li and said, "Captain, he's Jiang Li..."

"And that one is Luo Feng, an eighteen-year-old martial artist."

Hearing this.

The silver-haired man's gaze swept over Jiang Li and the others. For a moment, Luo Feng felt as if the silver-haired man's eyes contained an endless starry sky, deep and mysterious, and he was instantly drawn into it.

Then, with a jolt, he snapped awake, shocked: How terrifying—a single glance made me freeze!

Afterward, he glanced at Jiang Li, who seemed unaffected, while the other two examinees who had passed were stiff-faced and vacant-eyed.

'Such a strong soul?'

Not only was Luo Feng shocked, but even the silver-haired man was inwardly astonished.