Provisional Martial Artist Assessment

"Huh! Luo Feng!"

Wang Ji looked at the figure downstairs. Is it July 1st today? I've been so confused I lost track of time!

"Next, Luo Feng!"

Luo Feng stood before the punch target. With a sudden burst of force from his feet, his body twisted slightly, channeling power from his waist and hips. The force traveled through his body in a chain, surging into his arm. His fist shot out like an arrow from a fully drawn bow, leaving a faint afterimage. With a loud "Bang!" his fist slammed into the target.

The screen displayed the number: "1101kg."

Wang Ji smiled. "Luo Feng! That's impressive!"

"Wang Ji!" Luo Feng shouted in pleasant surprise. "What are you doing here?"

Wang Ji laughed. "I came to check on your prospective martial artist assessment!"

"Really... thank you so much!" Luo Feng said, clearly moved. He hadn't expected Wang Ji to spare time for such an important assessment.

"Wang Ji!" Jiang Nian called out from the group of instructors nearby, sounding pleasantly surprised.

"No more talk! Do your best. I believe in you! I'm heading over to the instructors." Wang Ji waved his hand and quickly walked toward Jiang Nian. "Uncle Jiang, are you leading the team again today?"

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

"So this is Wang Ji! I heard the military gave special approval, certifying him as an Advanced Warrior?"

"Impressive! A true genius!"

Jiang Nian laughed proudly. At this moment, Wu Tong spoke up. "Wang Ji, what is your punch strength now?"

Wang Ji looked at the idle Punch Strength Tester nearby and walked over. The instructors gathered around out of curiosity. Even the instructor overseeing the prospective martial artist tests paused, and the candidates themselves looked over with interest.

"He looks even younger than us!"

"Exactly! I heard he's already an official martial artist?"

"Doesn't that mean his punch strength is over 2000kg?"

"More than that! I heard that instructor say he's already an Advanced Warrior, so that's at least 4000kg!"

Luo Feng clenched his fists. 4000kg! He silently encouraged himself. I can do it too! If I train hard, I can reach 4000kg as well!

Wu Tong fiddled with the Punch Strength Tester and said, "Wang Ji, come! Give it your all!"

Wang Ji stood steady before the tester, gathering his strength slightly. His fist shot out like an arrow from a fully drawn bow, leaving a faint afterimage. With a loud "Bang!" his fist slammed into the target.

"That force exertion is textbook perfect! Beautiful!" an instructor remarked casually.

"16940kg!"

"How... how much?!" The instructor's casual demeanor vanished, replaced by pure shock.

"How is that possible!"

Luo Feng stared blankly at the number. It was a figure he couldn't even imagine. How could it be? At first, Luo Feng had only thought Wang Ji became a prospective martial artist a few months earlier than him. They would eventually take the actual combat assessment on August 1st together. In the end, they were essentially the same batch, same level, same strength.

Even just now, hearing that Wang Ji had already obtained his official martial artist status, he felt he could still catch up. It was only a difference of two or three months, after all.

But seeing this number now, Luo Feng felt only despair—an insurmountable despair. Yet, after just a few breaths, Luo Feng steeled himself again. Finally, I have a role model! If Wang Ji can do it, I definitely can too! We are classmates from the same school and the same grade. I'm even a year older than him! I can definitely do it!

One can only say, he is worthy of being City Lord Luo; his mental fortitude is formidable.

By now, the instructor team was in an uproar. Wu Tong didn't even care about the ongoing assessment anymore; he grabbed Wang Ji and started walking upstairs. "Wang Ji, don't go anywhere. I'm reporting this immediately! A situation like yours... you're a genius! I'm going to report this to the supervisor right now!"

After Wang Ji left, the prospective martial artist assessment stalled for over ten minutes. Only after everyone calmed down did it resume. However, both students and instructors were whispering, and the subject of their discussion was none other than Wang Ji.

Half an hour later, a middle-aged man with a hooked nose, dressed in a Tang suit, pushed open the door to the reception room and walked in. He was thin, with a hooked nose and a gentle smile in his eyes, giving off a soft, refined air. It was Zhuge Tao, whom he had seen in the video last time—the supervisor of the Limit Martial Hall in Jiangnan Base City.

"Hahaha... Wang Ji! You've truly given me a massive surprise! An Intermediate Warlord! To become an Intermediate Warlord just three months after becoming a prospective martial artist! 'Genius' isn't enough to describe you; you're a monster!"

"It seems the treatment I offered you last time was too low. Do you lack weapons? I'll gift you one in a moment!"

This Zhuge Tao was truly worthy of being an early-stage angel investor. Generous!

"Come, come! Let's conduct a detailed test!"

With that, he took Wang Ji and Wu Tong directly to the 18th floor. There were fewer people here, but the equipment was more high-end and precise. One look told you this wasn't a place for ordinary martial artists.

"Come! Let's go item by item!"

"Boom!" 16900kg!

Speed: 146m/s.

Neural reaction: Micro-level mastery!

"It's actually micro-level mastery!" Zhuge Tao paced back and forth, excited. In just three months, he had already reached micro-level mastery!

"What about sword techniques? Do you practice sword techniques? Come!"

Watching Wang Ji's sword techniques, Zhuge Tao finally calmed down. It was finally normal! Whether it was punch strength or footwork, he was a freak of nature. But when it came to sword techniques, he had finally returned to normal! Otherwise, it would be too demoralizing for others!

"However..." Zhuge Tao tugged at his hair. "The Elite Training Camp values force exertion the most. Force amplitude is the most important thing. Footwork is also valued, but it's a bit lacking..."

"Perhaps he can only enter the Basic Training Camp first?" Zhuge Tao pondered.

Wang Ji said, "How about I test my spiritual force as well?"

Zhuge Tao turned around abruptly. "You have spiritual force too?! You're a spirit reader? Then your spiritual force must be..."

Wang Ji hurriedly waved his hands, "My spiritual force is very weak... much worse than a martial artist!" As he spoke, a throwing knife flew rapidly toward the punch target, its back striking the target with a loud "Bang!"

"7600kg"

Phew, that was close! Nearly scared me to death! Zhuge Tao breathed a secret sigh of relief in his heart. He then said happily, "This is already quite good! Although your spiritual force isn't strong, at the very least, you can enter the Basic Training Camp! As for the Elite Training Camp, I'll recommend you give it a try!"

"Basic Training Camp?" Wang Ji feigned confusion.

Zhuge Tao smiled and said, "The Basic Training Camp is a super training base established by our Limit Martial Hall headquarters. It has the best teachers, the best equipment, and even includes many black-tech devices salvaged from alien ruins. It is a holy land for young martial artists from all over the world to train!"

"And the Elite Training Camp is even more formidable! It has a nickname: the War God Training Camp. Ninety-five percent of the students who graduate from there are already War Gods! It only recruits the absolute top geniuses globally, along with the top ten students from the Basic Training Camp. You should know, in all of China, there are only two or three spots for the Elite Training Camp each year."

Wang Ji wore a look of shock.

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

"?" Only then did Wang Ji show a look of genuine surprise. The Elite Training Camp could wait! This dungeon trial was his true favorite!

Zhuge Tao assumed Wang Ji was surprised because he could enter the Basic Training Camp, unaware that Wang Ji's heart had already flown off to Reed Marsh.