Movement Technique and Poaching

Yang Wu's pained cry naturally drew the attention of many.

Plenty of people had seen Luo Feng standing with them earlier, so they were under considerable scrutiny.

Bai Yang knew when to stop; this level of assistance would already take Yang Wu a long time to absorb, so today was enough.

Yang Wu was now drenched in sweat, panting heavily and looking utterly exhausted, yet his eyes brimmed with joy.

Not only was he free of external injuries and pain, but he could also feel a earth-shattering change taking place in his body!

His physical stamina was recovering at an astonishing rate, and since the practical test was coming up soon, he would know the results shortly.

He quickly smiled and nodded in response to the questioning glances around him, signaling that he was fine.

Bai Yang glanced at him and said with satisfaction, "Go take the combat test yourself later. Don't push yourself too hard, understand?"

Yang Wu felt a deep respect and readily agreed, promising to inform him immediately if anything felt off with his body.

Seeing how perceptive Yang Wu was—no need for explanations on certain matters—Bai Yang felt he had chosen the right person to help.

Soon, Luo Feng returned, and the two of them tacitly avoided mentioning the matter.

They simply waited to move forward with the others, officially entering the Wilderness Zone and arriving at a small town completely enclosed by barbed wire.

For a martial artist's practical assessment, they would face the weakest H-grade monsters, equivalent to the Junior Warrior Level among martial artists.

Iron-Haired Wild Boars, Shadow Cats, and Tiger Mastiffs were the enemies they needed to confront in this monster town.

For quasi-martial artists who hadn't yet acquired gene energy, there was still considerable danger.

That's why so many failed each time, and some even lost their lives.

Following the usual rules, they had to start at 6:30 PM tonight and continue until 6:30 AM the next morning to finish the assessment.

During that time, the more monsters they killed, the more points they earned.

For each monster slain, they had to cut off its left ear as proof.

Quasi-martial artists were forbidden from killing each other; all activities were monitored, and violators would be executed on the spot!

Finally, those ranked in the top 60% by points would qualify as martial artists.

That meant out of 1,681 people, roughly 1,009 would pass, and 672 would be eliminated.

Generally, killing three monsters was enough to pass the assessment.

Rankings were then determined by the time taken to kill the monsters and the extent of injuries sustained.

So, once they had killed a certain number of monsters, they could usually leave the town as early as possible.

If someone was severely injured, they could press the SOS button on their communication watch.

Someone would immediately come to their aid, but that also meant the end of their assessment.

After everyone entered, most quickly scattered to begin hunting their prey.

"Brother Yang, are you going to take on this monster town alone?" Luo Feng and Yang Wu stood by the wall of a dilapidated small supermarket.

Yang Wu nodded solemnly. "Crazy, this martial artist practical test isn't just an assessment—it's more importantly a trial of courage! If I need your help even in this monster town, what will I do later when I truly enter dangerous areas alone, facing dangers ten or a hundred times greater?"

Luo Feng nodded. "You're right, Brother Yang. Be careful. Brother Bai Yang disappeared somewhere as soon as we came in, but he's definitely fine."

"Of course. We'll meet outside the town at dawn tomorrow." With that, Yang Wu carefully looked around, then with a whoosh, dashed away swiftly.

Luo Feng also quickly darted into the shadows to hide.

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Bai Yang was currently strolling through the core area of the town. After all, this was still the Wilderness Zone.

He had too many things he wanted to do to waste time hiding himself; moving alone was much more convenient.

With his strength, he naturally reached the town center in no time.

Whether it was the 'Shadow Cat,' which relied on speed among feline monsters, the 'Iron-Haired Wild Boar,' which excelled in powerful strength and defense, or the 'Tiger Mastiff,' a canine monster with astonishing speed and strength—all of them were like paper targets to him.

As he charged straight ahead, he inevitably ran into a few.

With a flash of his sword light, the world fell silent, and he casually cut off their ears.

At that moment, in the monitoring hall outside the town, many people witnessed this scene.

"How... how long?" an officer asked in a dry voice.

"This Bai Yang, from entering the gate to killing 5 monsters and securing his advancement—total time... 3 minutes and 27 seconds! His assessment is over!"

The clerk monitoring Bai Yang's screen said cautiously.

A burly man watched all this and muttered, "What was the fastest time before?"

The clerk promptly pulled up the historical records and read, "Two hours and twenty..."

"Enough, got it." The officer and the burly man both waved their hands to cut him off; there was no need to listen further.

The burly man, Wang Heng, looked at his good brother and murmured, "Iron Monkey, how long did we take back then?"

The officer waved his hand impatiently and said, "Why compare that? What's the point? Who is this person?"

"No access rights!?"

A standard prompt made the two experts fall silent instantly.

"Can't see his, then let's look at others."

But the prospective martial artists scattered across the town proceeded to show them what "normal level" really meant.

The two men grew so bored they started drinking, and still found no standout performances.

It wasn't until around eight in the evening that they finally spotted something interesting on screen twenty-one.

"Subtle-step footwork!" Wang Heng's eyes lit up as he stared fixedly at Luo Feng, who was under attack from five Shadow Cats.

Luo Feng's dodges were all small in movement range, yet each one deftly evaded every Shadow Cat's strike. That leisurely, strolling demeanor completely captivated him!

Subtle-step footwork—even many warlord-level experts couldn't manage it.

"His footwork has actually reached the subtle-step level. Unbelievable, unbelievable!" He drew in a sharp breath. "He's only eighteen years old. Footwork isn't like physical fitness—good talent gives you a strong body. But footwork requires accumulating experience through battle after battle, building a solid foundation, and only then can you gradually step into the 'subtle-step' level."

"How do you know he's eighteen?" The officer was startled. "You know him?"

"His name is Luo Feng. Damn it, the Limit Dojo already recruited him early." Wang Heng said bitterly. "The Limit Dojo really stepped in dog shit. This Luo Feng is only eighteen, not only is his physical fitness excellent, but his footwork is even more astonishing! Subtle-step! At such a young age, his footwork has already reached subtle-step. What will he be capable of in the future?"

"What are you planning to do?" The officer smiled.

"Do? Poach!" Wang Heng from the Thunder Dojo glared. "Poach him! The Limit Dojo probably hasn't realized yet how astonishing this kid's footwork is. I'll snatch him first! Isn't it just money? Hmph! What luck, what luck—this year's batch actually produced such a formidable kid. Compared to him, that Wan Dong is ten thousand miles behind!"

Just then, the officer suddenly asked in confusion, "And that Bai Yang from before—what level was his footwork?"

Wang Heng was also taken aback and quickly said, "Pull up Bai Yang's video footage again, enlarge the screen!"

The clerk immediately worked the controls, projecting Bai Yang's monster-killing process onto the main screen.

At that moment, everyone in the hall couldn't help but look over.