Test

For today, Bai Yang had specifically applied to Principal Wei and Mei Xiaqing for support.

Luo Feng's assessment was taking place at the Limit Dojo in Yangzhou City.

But the Jiangnan First Military Academy was in the main urban area of Jiangnan Base City, so he had to use his authority to get a train ticket to Yangzhou.

Although his hometown was in Yangzhou, he didn't go back, and he certainly couldn't go to the Limit Dojo in the main Jiangnan urban area.

Otherwise, if he ran into his uncle face-to-face, he'd get another lecture about going to the capital.

After arriving in Yangzhou, he followed the instructions he'd agreed on with Mei Xiaqing beforehand and picked up a car from a certain location.

Then he drove alone to Bright Moon Residential Quarter, ready to participate in the assessment.

As the Limit Dojo's stronghold in Yangzhou City, Bright Moon Residential Quarter was heavily guarded.

Bai Yang, holding his ID card and student ID from Jiangnan First Military Academy, drew quite a bit of attention when he entered.

"A student from Jiangnan First Military Academy? Why are you here for an assessment?" the soldier on guard at the gate asked casually.

"My hometown is in Yangzhou, and it's summer break. I felt I'd made a breakthrough, so I came," Bai Yang said, using the excuse he'd prepared in advance.

In truth, because the Limit Dojo was founded by Hong, the world's number one martial artist, its results carried the most credibility and were recognized worldwide.

So the military and some family-based cultivation traditions also liked to come to the Limit Dojo for assessments.

Everyone harbored a bit of the mindset that if one path fails, another might succeed—they all knew it well.

But as fellow soldiers of Huaxia Nation, seeing this situation, they couldn't help muttering a few complaints, though they didn't say much.

The young guard returned the documents to Bai Yang and led him all the way to the central hall.

Once inside the hall's lobby, the man took his leave and departed.

Bai Yang walked over to the small bar in the lobby. At this point, only two of the eight participants from the story had arrived—he had indeed come early.

He casually sat down on a sofa and waited silently.

Before long, Luo Feng walked in and started chatting with the two other supporting characters he originally knew, Yang Wu and Tong Guan.

Bai Yang carefully studied his appearance. Luo Feng's looks were about 70% similar to the animation, making him quite easy to recognize.

Before the three had talked much, everyone was called up to the sixth floor by a middle-aged man.

In an oversized training hall, over a dozen examiners had gathered, including the instructor 'Jiang Nian' whom Luo Feng knew, and a middle-aged man with long, loose hair—the Yangzhou City head instructor 'Tong Guan'.

The others couldn't help feeling a bit nervous, but Bai Yang alone was full of confidence.

He had a clear understanding of his own strength; his only fear was that going all out would cause trouble.

The eight handed over their IDs, the instruments were activated, and the test officially began.

"First, Tong Guan," Tong Guan said indifferently. "Punching power test. You military types coming to my Limit Dojo for an assessment—interesting."

Bai Yang chuckled inwardly. This guy sure has a way with words.

Luo Feng was the second to go up for the test, and sure enough, he drew a round of exclamations, with everyone marveling at his young talent.

In the punching power test, he immediately achieved an excellent result of "1101kg."

That was well above the 900kg standard for a quasi-martial artist.

And next was Bai Yang.

When Luo Feng had thrown his punch, Bai Yang had already seen his movements clearly.

The key to his power release paid attention to center of gravity, but that was about it.

Bai Yang recalled a classic bit he'd seen in his past life and smirked inwardly.

He didn't use his own perfect movement form; instead, he completely imitated Luo Feng's muscle activation method.

Power rose from the soles of his feet, he twisted his waist and hips, and with a thud, his right hand delivered a straight punch that slammed heavily into the testing pad.

The screen immediately displayed—"1102kg!"

"Huh?"

"What?"

The martial artists present were all taken aback. These two, one after the other, had such similar results?

Tong Guan, who could see more, took another look at Bai Yang's information.

"19 years old, exactly one year older than Luo Feng? Such a coincidence?"

He was puzzled but couldn't say anything.

Still, the fact that this military academy kid had just barely edged out the Limit Dojo left him somewhat displeased.

Compared to the wave of praise earlier, the dozen or so instructors from the Limit Dojo were now noticeably silent.

Jiang Nian found it strange and couldn't help checking Bai Yang's detailed information.

"Uncle Bai Pianyong? He's actually Uncle Bai's nephew!? Well, well, that's fine—he's half a Limit Dojo person anyway."

Luo Feng and the others didn't think much of it; they were still far from understanding these subtle dynamics among the higher-ups.

After the eight finished the punching power test, one person was eliminated, and the speed test came next.

Wu Tong activated the speed tester. This time, the order was reversed from before, with Bai Yang placed ahead of Luo Feng.

He stepped onto the track, gave Wu Tong a slight smile, and then suddenly shot forward.

A gust of wind swept past, and numbers appeared on the screen—

"28.7m/s!"

"Great score!"

Before the observing instructor could even speak, the other six examinees had already blurted out in excitement.

This result far exceeded the passing line of 25m/s!

Next came Luo Feng's turn. Just like in the original, he ran a score of 28.6m/s.

This time, even without anyone pointing it out, Luo Feng—who usually paid little attention to trivial matters—vaguely sensed something off.

He shot Bai Yang a serious look. Catching his gaze, Bai Yang turned back and gave him a friendly smile.

Wu Tong's expression had already turned sour, but he couldn't vent his frustration.

How was it that this kid was always just a hair stronger?

Accuse him of doing it on purpose? On what grounds?

Blame him for foreseeing the outcome? Or fault him for having skill?

All tests were completed, and two more were eliminated this time.

"Follow me!" In a foul mood, he led the remaining five examinees to the neural reaction testing room with a cold face.

Here, dozens of openings lined the walls, each extending objects resembling Gatling gun barrels.

The examinee had to dodge various attacks fired from the guns while staying within a circle three meters and six decimeters in diameter.

"Remember, no matter what, you cannot leave the circle. Leaving the circle means failure. Touching a red light will deduct points."

After saying this, Wu Tong walked over to the testing machine and adjusted the intensity.

The first examinee failed quickly. Without any courtesy, Wu Tong tossed his ID card back at him.

"Next, Luo Feng."

This event was originally Luo Feng's strongest suit, and he was very confident.

Sure enough, as soon as the test began, he skillfully dodged the red lights shooting from the openings and the rubber bullets flying at high speed.

He displayed an excellent footwork technique. Even Bai Yang couldn't help but sigh in admiration—this foundation was truly solid, remarkable!

"Within 60 seconds, hit 28 times, no red light contact. Excellent!"

Wu Tong finally broke into a smile again. "Not bad, Luo Feng. Congratulations. Once the official documents come through and your information is entered into the citizen identity records, you'll be a prospective martial artist!"

Luo Feng clenched his right fist tightly. "Finally made it!"

"Luo Feng, the martial artist practical exam is on August 1st. Gather at the Limit Hall in the morning that day, and under the instructor's lead, head out with other prospective martial artists to hunt monsters outside the human base city! Once you pass the practical exam, you'll be a true martial artist."

Instructor Jiang Nian set aside his worries and said to him with a smile.

"Mm." Luo Feng nodded excitedly.

Wu Tong's smile faded, and he said dryly, "Alright, next, Bai Yang."