Martial Artist Combat Assessment (Part 2)

After confirming that everyone could qualify, the brothers found a small house that was still relatively intact to rest in, setting up a rotation where each person would stand guard for two hours.

The main reason was that the Monster Town was designed for the assessment, so the monster density was quite high; if they didn't post a guard, it would be quite annoying to have a monster show up every now and then.

Within the enclosed town, the slaughter continued incessantly.

Some Quasi-Martial Artists were injured during their first kill and had no choice but to press the button on their communication watches to call for help, choosing to fail; some Quasi-Martial Artists turned pale with fright after killing a monster; there were also some formidable Quasi-Martial Artists who, after killing a monster, became agitated and wildly excited.

Not far from the enclosed town, inside a large building, a multitude of surveillance screens displayed everything happening in various areas of the town.

"What amateurish techniques!" In one of the rooms in the building, an officer was drinking with a burly man with a thick beard, while the large screen on the wall played the slaughter taking place in the town.

"Eh? Is this... Micro-level?" While bantering with the burly man about the Quasi-Martial Artists in the town, the officer suddenly stared at the screen before him, his eyes lighting up in surprise.

"Playback!"

Soon, the footage just recorded appeared on the screen again. Five black shadows were seen attacking a Quasi-Martial Artist simultaneously from different directions; those five shadows were none other than five H-level Shadow Cats.

Facing the sudden assault of the five Shadow Cats, the Quasi-Martial Artist swayed slightly each time. His movements were minimal, yet he easily dodged every attack from the Shadow Cats, then casually finished off one of them with a single strike of his blade. That leisurely, strolling demeanor completely conquered the two powerhouses.

Micro-level footwork was something even many War General-level powerhouses couldn't achieve. Of course, the two of them didn't know that the Quasi-Martial Artist in the footage, in their eyes, was actually a genuine War General-level powerhouse.

And his footwork wasn't actually Micro-level, but Perfect-level; it was just that these five Shadow Cats were too weak to showcase his Perfect-level footwork at all.

The Quasi-Martial Artist discovered by the two was none other than Tang Ping, who was on guard duty. His luck didn't seem very good; not long after taking over, he encountered five Shadow Cats passing by at the same time, who happened to spot him and attack together, only to be buried under his blade.

"18 years old, Micro-level mastery, incredible, simply incredible!" the burly man exclaimed repeatedly.

"How do you know he's 18?" the officer asked, startled. "Do you know him?"

"His name is Tang Ping, and he was recruited in advance by the Limit Martial Arts Hall," the burly man said bitterly. "The Limit Martial Arts Hall really hit the jackpot this time, recruiting five 18-year-old Quasi-Martial Artists at once. Not only is this Tang Ping's physical fitness excellent, but his footwork is even more astonishing—Micro-level mastery. At his age, Perfect-level is just around the corner."

"No way!"

The burly man slammed the table. "Such a genius cannot be snatched away by the Limit Martial Arts Hall. Fortunately, I'm lucky enough to have seen this footage while drinking with you."

"What are you planning to do?" the officer laughed.

"What else? Poach him!" The burly man glared. "I'll poach him from under their noses. The Limit Martial Arts Hall probably hasn't realized yet that this young man's footwork is so astonishing. I'll poach him first—isn't it just a matter of money? Besides, since this kid is so capable, his brothers might be talented too. I'll just poach them all."

"Oh? He has brothers with him? Are they the five 18-year-old Quasi-Martial Artists you just mentioned the Limit Martial Arts Hall recruited?" Hearing that there might be as many as five such young men, the officer was also shocked.

"Mhm, although I don't know if the other four are as capable, they are indeed all 18-year-old Quasi-Martial Artists. Wait, let me find their footage." As he spoke, the burly man began operating the monitor in front of him.

"Hmm? They're all sleeping? What's going on?" Soon, the burly man found the footage corresponding to the camera in the room, which showed four young men fast asleep.

Fast-forwarding the footage at high speed, the burly man quickly discovered the fact that the brothers were taking turns sleeping while on guard duty.

However, the two people who stood guard before Tang Ping hadn't encountered multiple monsters passing by at the same time, so nothing useful was revealed in the footage.

"Damn, the others are fighting for their lives, but these five brothers are taking turns sleeping?" After watching the footage, both the burly man and the officer were left speechless.

"But it's no wonder; these low-level monsters really don't provide much training for their strength. It's understandable that they would do this." After a moment of contemplation, the officer understood the mindset of Tang Ping and his group.

"It's just that, this way, I really can't define their true strength. Forget it, I'll do my best to poach them; if I can get them, it's a victory." After thinking it over, the burly man made up his mind.

The night passed quickly.

"Woo... woo... woo..."

A harsh sound suddenly echoed throughout the town, and at the same time, a deep voice resonated through the speakers across the entire town, "Time is up. All Quasi-Martial Artists, proceed to the town exit immediately."

"The Martial Artist Combat Assessment is over?" The brothers looked at each other and smiled, heading toward the town exit together.

At the exit of the Monster Town, Quasi-Martial Artists were walking out one by one. Almost every one of them was stained with blood—either the blood of monsters or their own. Some Quasi-Martial Artists were even being supported by their friends as they walked out.

"Beep, beep..."

Harsh sounds rang out as heavy trucks drove out of the town, some piled high with monster carcasses, others carrying the bodies of Quasi-Martial Artists.

The trucks dumped the bodies of the Quasi-Martial Artists directly onto the ground to the side, and immediately, many of the Quasi-Martial Artists who had already exited gasped, with some even throwing themselves onto the corpses and wailing.

"What are you crying for?" an officer's cold, stern voice rang out. "In battles against monsters, how can there be no deaths? You chose to walk the path of a Martial Artist, so be prepared for death. Why does human society grant privileges to Martial Artists? It's not for you to enjoy a life of luxury, but because you kill a large number of monsters and contribute to humanity, that is why you are granted privileges."

"Your status, your power... everything must be fought for with your lives!"

"This trial only arranged the weakest monsters for you, and they weren't even the pack-hunting type. If you can't even pass this trial, how do you expect to survive when you enter the Wilderness Zone in the future?" The officer's words silenced all the Quasi-Martial Artists.

"Three monster left ears, not bad. Next."

"Five monster left ears, very good. Next."

Beside the entrance to the town, every Quasi-Martial Artist who came out went to hand over the monster left ears they had collected to prove the number of monsters they had killed.