Quasi-Martial Artist Assessment

"Huh! Luo Feng!"

Wang Ji looked at the figure downstairs. It was July 1 today? He'd completely lost track of the days!

"Next, Luo Feng!"

Luo Feng stood in front of the punch target. He drove off the ground with his feet, twisted his waist and hips slightly, and unleashed a powerful force that surged through his body and into his arm. His fist shot forward like an arrow loosed from a fully drawn bow, leaving a blur in its wake. With a bang, it slammed into the target.

The screen displayed a number: "1101 kg."

Wang Ji grinned. "Luo Feng! That was impressive!"

"Wang Ji!" Luo Feng exclaimed in delight. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to watch your Quasi-Martial Artist Assessment!"

"I really... I really can't thank you enough!" Luo Feng said excitedly. He hadn't expected Wang Ji to make time to come to such an important assessment.

"Wang Ji!" Jiang Nian called out in delight from the group of instructors in the distance.

"Let's talk later! Focus on the assessment. I believe in you! I'll go see the instructors." Wang Ji waved and hurried over to Jiang Nian. "Uncle Jiang, you're leading the group again today!"

"Haha! Who else would it be? Come, let me introduce you. This is Wang Ji, a genius trainee from Yangzhou City!"

"So this is Wang Ji! I heard the military made a special exception and classified you as an Advanced Warrior Level fighter?"

"Impressive! What a genius!"

Jiang Nian laughed proudly. Just then, Wu Tong asked, "Wang Ji, how much force can you exert now?"

Wang Ji glanced at the unused Punch Strength Tester nearby and walked over to it. The instructors gathered around, curious. The instructors conducting the Quasi-Martial Artist Assessment paused their tests, and even the candidates waiting to take the assessment looked over curiously.

"He looks younger than us!"

"Right! I heard he's already an official fighter?"

"Then his punching force must be over 2,000 kg!"

"Even more! I just heard that instructor say he's already an Advanced Warrior. That means at least 4,000 kg!"

Luo Feng clenched his fist. "4,000 kg!" he silently encouraged himself. "I can do it too! If I train hard, I can reach 4,000 kg too!"

Wu Tong adjusted the Punch Strength Tester. "Wang Ji, come on! Give it a good hit!"

Wang Ji stood before the tester and gathered his strength. His fist shot forward like an arrow loosed from a fully drawn bow, leaving a blur in its wake. With a bang, it slammed into the target.

"His technique's so polished! Beautiful!" one instructor remarked casually.

"16,940 kg!"

"W-what?!" The instructor's casual expression vanished, replaced by sheer shock.

"How is that possible?!"

Luo Feng stared blankly at the number. It was beyond anything he could have imagined. How could this be?! At first, Luo Feng had thought Wang Ji had become a Quasi-Martial Artist only a few months before him. They would still take the August 1 practical assessment together, making them part of the same class, at the same level and with the same strength.

Then, just moments ago, he'd heard that Wang Ji had already qualified as an official fighter. Even then, Luo Feng had felt he could still catch up. Wang Ji was only two or three months ahead of him, after all.

But now, seeing that number, Luo Feng felt nothing but despair—the despair of facing someone he could never surpass. Yet after only a few breaths, he rallied again. "At last, I have someone to look up to! If Wang Ji can do it, so can I! We went to the same school and were in the same year. I'm even a year older than him! I can do it too!"

As expected of City Lord Luo, he had a formidable mindset.

By now, the instructors were in an uproar. Wu Tong abandoned the Quasi-Martial Artist Assessment and led Wang Ji upstairs. "Wang Ji, don't leave. I'll report this immediately! Someone like you... a genius! I'm reporting this to the supervisor right now!"

After Wang Ji left, the Quasi-Martial Artist Assessment was suspended for more than ten minutes. Once everyone had calmed down, it resumed. But trainees and instructors alike kept discussing Wang Ji.

Half an hour later, a middle-aged man with a hooked nose, dressed in a traditional Chinese tunic, pushed open the reception room door and strode inside. He was lean, with a hooked nose and warm, smiling eyes. There was a softness to his features. It was Zhuge Tao, whom they had met over video last time—the supervisor of the Limit Martial Hall in Jiangnan Base City.

"Hahaha... Wang Ji! What a huge surprise you've given me! Mid-level Warlord! You became a Quasi-Martial Artist just three months ago, and you're already a Mid-level Warlord! 'Genius' doesn't even begin to describe you. You're a monster!"

"Looks like the benefits I offered you last time were too modest. Do you need a weapon? I'll send you one later!"

Zhuge Tao really was an early angel investor. He was generous!

"Come, come! Let's run some detailed tests!"

With that, he took Wu Tong straight to the eighteenth floor. There were fewer people here, but the equipment was far more advanced and precise. It was clearly not a place ordinary fighters could visit.

"Come on! Let's test everything one by one!"

"Bang!" 16,900 kg!

Speed: 146 m/s

Neural response: Micro-level, advanced!

"Micro-level, advanced!" Zhuge Tao paced back and forth excitedly. In just three months, Wang Ji had already reached the advanced micro-level!

"What about your swordsmanship? You practice swordsmanship, right? Come on!"

After watching Wang Ji's swordsmanship, Zhuge Tao finally calmed down. At last, something was normal! His punching force and footwork were both freakish. But his swordsmanship, at least, was ordinary! Otherwise, it would have been too discouraging!

"Still..." Zhuge Tao tugged at his hair. "The Elite Training Camp values force amplitude above all else. Force amplitude is what matters most. Footwork matters too, but it's not quite as important..."

"Maybe he can only enter the Basic Training Camp first?" Zhuge Tao mused.

Wang Ji said, "How about I test my Spiritual Force too?"

Zhuge Tao spun around. "You have Spiritual Force too?! Are you a spiritual force user? Then your Spiritual Force must be..."

Wang Ji hurriedly waved his hand. "My Spiritual Force is very weak... It's nothing compared to a fighter's!" As he spoke, a flying knife shot toward the punch target. Its spine struck the target with a bang!

"7,600 kg."

"Good, good! You nearly scared me to death!" Zhuge Tao secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Then he said happily, "That's already quite impressive! Your Spiritual Force may not be strong, but... at the very least, you can get into the Basic Training Camp! As for the Elite Training Camp, I can recommend you and see how it goes!"

"The Basic Training Camp?" Wang Ji pretended to look puzzled.

Zhuge Tao smiled. "The Basic Training Camp is a super training base established by the headquarters of our Limit Martial Hall. It has the best instructors and the best equipment, including lots of advanced technology from alien ruins. It's a holy training ground for young fighters around the world!

"The Elite Training Camp is even more impressive! It's also known as the War God Training Camp. Ninety-five percent of its graduates have become War Gods! It only accepts the most outstanding geniuses from around the world, along with the top ten trainees from the Basic Training Camp. Just so you know, all of China gets only two or three places in the Elite Training Camp each year."

Wang Ji put on a look of astonishment.

"Ding-dong!" "Major Wang Ji, your application to explore the ruins has been approved. Please report to the Magic City Military Camp by July 3."

"?" Only then did Wang Ji show genuine delight. The Elite Training Camp could wait! This dungeon trial was what he loved most!

Zhuge Tao thought Wang Ji was delighted at the chance to enter the Basic Training Camp. He had no idea Wang Ji's thoughts had already flown to Reed Marsh.