Quasi-Martial Artist Assessment

"Is this the legendary Oriental Residential District?" Standing outside the gate of a quiet residential area, Li Ze murmured with a look of longing.

This residential area was named "Oriental Residential District," and the Limit Pavilion was located right inside.

"Gentlemen, this is the Oriental Residential District. Do not approach."

Just as rumors suggested, the soldiers standing guard at the entrance immediately stepped forward to warn them as they drew near.

"Everyone," Tang Ping said, standing at the gate, "we are all senior students from the Limit Martial Arts Hall. We have arranged to come here together to take the Quasi-Martial Artist assessment." The Limit Pavilion held the Quasi-Martial Artist assessment on the first of every month.

Although they were slightly surprised to see so many young senior students arriving for the assessment at once, the guards quickly checked the ID cards and student IDs of Tang Ping and his brothers before letting them through.

Of course, to prevent them from wandering around the district, they dispatched a soldier to escort them to the Limit Pavilion inside.

"Look, those are all detached villas. Once we become martial artists and join the martial arts hall, we'll be able to move here too," Li Zhongyun said with excitement, looking at the villas scattered throughout the district.

"Haha... when that time comes, we brothers can join the hall together and even be neighbors," Jiang Yang replied, equally excited.

In the center of the Oriental Residential District, inside the Limit Pavilion, the soldier who had led them left as soon as the brothers entered the main hall, leaving them to be received by the staff of the Limit Pavilion.

Since the brothers were together, the waiting time did not feel boring at all, and soon it was time for the unified Quasi-Martial Artist assessment.

Following the guides to the testing area, a massive martial arts hall came into view. A dozen people were gathered there, including Zhu Xiong, the instructor from the Jianyi District Limit Martial Arts Hall where Tang Ping and his brothers trained.

"Prepare for the test," the middle-aged man leading the group ordered as soon as everyone had arrived.

Tang Ping and the others had seen this man on the internet; he was the master of the Limit Pavilion and the chief instructor of Hong City, Cheng Wei.

"Come over one by one and give me your ID cards." The martial artist who had brought them up took the ID cards from Tang Ping and his brothers and handed them directly to the chief instructor, Cheng Wei, saying with a smile, "Boss, we have quite a few people today—twelve!"

"Hmm, that is quite a few. Usually, it's just a single-digit number." Cheng Wei casually pulled out an ID card and swiped it across the instrument opened beside him.

A crystalline, transparent screen popped up from the instrument, displaying a wealth of personal information.

"First, Jiang Yang," the chief instructor said indifferently. "Proceed to the fist strength test."

"Yes."

Jiang Yang immediately stepped forward and swung his right fist hard, smashing it into the giant punching target. The target only trembled slightly, and the screen of the Fist Strength Tester immediately displayed the number: "968kg."

"Pass. Next, Li Ze." A hint of a smile appeared on the chief instructor's indifferent face. He had assumed that with so many young people coming today, they were just here to see the world, but he hadn't expected the first one to give him such a pleasant surprise.

"Bang!"

With one punch, the screen of the Fist Strength Tester displayed the number: "955kg." The smile on the chief instructor's face grew even broader.

The fist strength test proceeded quickly, and in no time, the chief instructor called Tang Ping's name.

Tang Ping stood before the punching target, his feet suddenly exerting force. With a slight twist of his waist and hips, he unleashed a powerful force that traveled through his body, segment by segment, into his arm.

With a "bang," his fist slammed heavily into the target.

"1208kg"

"Good."

"Not bad." Several martial artists present immediately began to praise him.

The twelve people finished the fist strength test quickly. Two of them were unlucky and were eliminated by a tiny margin, but Tang Ping and his four brothers had only come to take the Quasi-Martial Artist assessment because they were confident, so they all passed.

The next stage was the speed test. Following the order, they tested one by one, and all five brothers passed steadily. Instructor Zhu Xiong, standing to the side, was beaming with joy, and Chief Instructor Cheng Wei also wore a satisfied smile.

The speed test eliminated one more person, and the remaining nine followed the chief instructor to the third location: the neural reaction speed assessment.

This was a spacious room of about one hundred square meters.

Compared to the massive, thousands-of-square-meter martial arts hall from before, this Neural Reaction Testing Room was significantly smaller.

"First, Jiang Yang," Chief Instructor Cheng Wei said.

Jiang Yang immediately walked to the front of the testing machine's muzzle, inside a circle with a diameter of 3.6 meters.

"Click!" Once the switch was turned on, the edge of the 3.6-meter circle emitted a hazy red light upward, instantly surrounding the tester inside the circle as if they were enclosed by a misty red veil.

After explaining the precautions and adjusting the test intensity, the chief instructor shouted "Start" and pressed the red button on the machine.

The massive muzzle of the Neural Reaction Tester began to rotate. Dozens of gun barrels within the muzzle instantly erupted with beams of red light. They moved at varying speeds and along non-parallel trajectories, rapidly firing into the red circle.

A minute passed quickly.

As the chief instructor pressed the button, the muzzle of the testing machine stopped rotating, and a large amount of data appeared on the central screen.

"Within 60 seconds, hit 46 times, did not touch the red light. Qualified." Chief Instructor Cheng Wei smiled. "Not bad. Jiang Yang, congratulations. Once the official documents are issued and your information is entered into the citizen database, you will be a Quasi-Martial Artist!"

"Jiang Yang, the Martial Artist Combat Assessment is on August 1st. Gather at the Limit Pavilion in the morning. Under the guidance of an instructor, you will head outside the human base city with other Quasi-Martial Artists to hunt monsters! Once you pass the combat assessment, you will be a true martial artist," Instructor Zhu Xiong said with a smile.

"Yes," Jiang Yang nodded excitedly.

Chief Instructor Cheng Wei, standing by the Neural Reaction Tester, laughed and said, "Alright, next, Li Ze."

Soon, all nine people finished their tests. Aside from Tang Ping and his four brothers, one more person among the other four was eliminated in this round, while the other three passed.

Out of twelve candidates, eight ultimately passed. Such results were clearly rare, so the smile on the chief instructor's face did not fade for the rest of the day.

After signing the application contract for the combat assessment, it was time for the part that excited Tang Ping the most: learning the Genetic Origin Energy cultivation method.

It was important to know that before learning the Genetic Origin Energy cultivation method, martial arts students might talk about "cultivating," but it was at best just physical training. Only after learning the Genetic Origin Energy cultivation method could one truly embark on the path of cultivation.

The Five Hearts Toward Heaven Cultivation Method was not long, and everyone memorized it quickly. As for the Guidance Technique, they would have to wait until they joined a faction to learn it; Tang Ping and his brothers couldn't rush that.

Today was June 1st, and with two months left until the combat assessment on August 1st, they would have to work hard to practice the Five Hearts Toward Heaven Cultivation Method during this time.

After calling their families to share the good news of passing the assessment, Tang Ping and his brothers decided to spend the rest of the day having fun.