Limit Martial Hall

Wang Ji returned home without mentioning the loss of his job to his mother and sister. They could not help him, and it would only add to their worries.

At most a week, and he would reach the level of a Prospective Martial Artist! He might as well just rest for these few days. Perhaps he should go check out the Limit Martial Hall?

In the past, Wang Ji rarely went to the martial halls because he was busy working to earn money. In today's society, high school students get out of class early, leaving plenty of time to practice martial arts. A large portion of those with weaker strength would train at their school's martial arts gym or sports field.

Those with stronger strength generally went to professional martial halls to train. The Limit Martial Hall, the Thunderbolt Martial Hall, and the state-run National Martial Hall all welcomed high school students to train. Furthermore, they were generally free for high school students over the age of 16. After all, the youth were the future! Whether it was the Limit Martial Hall, the Thunderbolt Martial Hall, or the state, none spared any effort in cultivating talent.

After Wang Ji started high school, he had signed up at the Limit Martial Hall and held a Junior Student Card, but he hadn't been to the hall in over a year.

After midnight, Wang Ji grabbed his damaged helmet as usual and muttered, "Enter!"

After a cautious and grueling battle.

"Pfft!" Wang Ji's throat was bitten through by a Brindle Mastiff, and he died instantly. He then woke up in his bedroom with a start.

This was already the third time tonight.

Tonight, Wang Ji had learned his lesson. Before entering the basement, he dragged the corpse of a young martial artist inside with him.

Then, he spent one minute quickly stripping off the martial artist's protective suit to wear it himself. Although this was somewhat disrespectful to the deceased, in an era like this, it didn't amount to much. Just like that, he was able to ambush and finish off the Shadow Cat without injury every time.

After all, while the Shadow Cat's claws were sharp, they couldn't pierce a Grade 1 combat suit. The Shadow Cat was a speed-type monster with little raw power; Wang Ji didn't even suffer internal injuries from one or two cat swipes.

However, when Wang Ji left the basement and tried to hunt monsters alone, he was completely lost. The monsters' strength and speed were generally more than a third higher than his own—it was practically a slaughter! Any random Brindle Mastiff could kill Wang Ji, while Wang Ji could at most leave two wounds on it.

"Sigh! Forget it! Add points!"

Name: Wang Ji
Age: 17
Strength: 670kg
Speed: 19.2m/s
Neural Reaction: Junior Warrior - Unqualified

Wang Ji looked at his attributes. "Perhaps I should practice footwork and blade techniques?" After all, even after becoming a Prospective Martial Artist, his punch force would only be 900kg and his speed only 25m/s; he wouldn't have an advantage even among Junior Beast Soldiers.

No wonder the pass rate for the Prospective Martial Artist practical exam was only two-thirds! And every time, there were still heavy casualties. If not for the Grade 1 protective suit and the Kro Alloy Combat Blade, let alone two-thirds passing, it wouldn't be strange if two-thirds died!

"No rush! No rush! Once my punch force exceeds 800, I should have the strength to fight back! If I'm careful, killing a monster in the wild is still very possible!" Wang Ji thought. "The most critical thing now is to obtain Essence Sources and improve my physical fitness! I'll become a Prospective Martial Artist first!"

Wang Ji sauntered into the classroom in the morning and pulled out a classic book to read as usual. However, this time it was the Analects.

"Old Wang, have you really become an immortal? You're reading this?" Fatty Yu asked, astonished.

Wang Ji glanced at Fatty Yu and lectured him earnestly, "Fatty, the gold content here is much higher than that God of War in the City you're holding! You kids these days just don't know quality when you see it!"

"Get lost!"

Wang Ji smiled and said no more. This Fatty Yu, named Yu Donglai, came from a family that owned a supermarket; he was a bit of a rich second generation. He lacked no supply of resources, yet his martial artist rank was even lower than Wang Ji's original level. However, he was a good person and Wang Ji's only true friend in the class.

"Alas, you have eyes but fail to see! Once this old man becomes the number one on Earth, I'll give you a hand then!" Wang Ji shook his head and sighed.

"Get lost! It would be more reliable if you came to work as a manager at my family's supermarket the day you can't afford a meal!" Fatty Yu said angrily.

"Hahaha..."

Chatting, laughing, and studying ancient classics, the afternoon school day ended in the blink of an eye. Wang Ji headed toward the Limit Martial Hall.

The main gate of the Limit Martial Hall was incredibly grand, wide enough for 10 cars to enter and exit side-by-side. Beyond the vast lawn inside stood three giant, silver-white buildings that looked like spaceships.

"Truly impressive!" Wang Ji exclaimed.

He took out his long-unused Junior Student Card. "Beep! Junior Student Card!"

He could only enter the junior student building among the three. Wang Ji didn't mind; he casually found a testing machine and threw a punch: "670kg," with a speed of 19.2m/s.

At the self-service robot station, Wang Ji successfully upgraded his Junior Student Card to an Intermediate Student Card.

"Let's go! To the intermediate student building!" Wang Ji was in high spirits.

The intermediate student building had fewer people than the junior one, so it didn't feel as crowded.

Wang Ji trained in various areas. It was exactly 5:00 PM, a prime time for training, and instructors were guiding students in every area—strength training, speed training, agility training, and so on.

Wang Ji stood in front of a large sandbag, throwing punch after punch.

"Boom!" The one-ton heavy sandbag swayed violently.

"That's not right!" a voice said from behind Wang Ji.

Wang Ji turned around curiously. "Instructor?"

The middle-aged man wearing an instructor's uniform said, "It's wrong! Your force exertion is wrong! Look..."

As he spoke, he walked in front of Wang Ji's sandbag and threw a punch. The sandbag flew up half a meter high! With that punch, the instructor's body looked like a drawn bow, and his fist like a shot arrow, full of explosive power.

"The force I used was about the same as yours. Did you see clearly?" the middle-aged instructor said.

Wang Ji understood, but he couldn't imitate it at all.

The instructor said, "Go to the multi-purpose hall and learn some stance training and Cannon Fist! Stance training will help you consolidate your power, and Cannon Fist will help you sort out your force exertion. Your current force exertion is lacking quite a bit!"

Wang Ji thanked him sincerely, "Thank you, Instructor!"

"I am Chief Instructor Jiang Nian! I'll come back another day to check on your force exertion," the middle-aged man said.

"Instructor Jiang Nian!" Wang Ji exclaimed. Isn't this the very first instructor of the City Lord Luo?

Jiang Nian nodded and went off to inspect other areas.

Wang Ji didn't linger there either; following the directions, he headed to the multi-function hall. The large LCD monitors looked incredibly high-end. Moreover, it was free! Wang Ji turned one on, pulled up the video training materials, and began to watch with focus.

Learning martial arts was definitely not just about adding points. This was a real world, not a game.

In the blink of an eye, it was past ten o'clock at night. Wang Ji headed home according to his usual routine. In a flash, two days passed.

"Bang!" The sandbag flew up nearly half a meter.

"Eh! Your strength has increased by this much?" a middle-aged male voice behind him said in surprise.

"Ah? Instructor Jiang Nian!" Wang Ji greeted him respectfully.

"Come, try your punch force!" Saying this, he pulled Wang Ji over to the punch force testing machine.

Wang Ji gathered his strength and threw a fierce punch, "Bang! 790kg!"

"Eh! Strange! Your force exertion hasn't improved much, so why has your punch force increased so significantly? What was your punch force last time?" Jiang Nian asked.

Wang Ji said, "Uh, it was 720kg last time!" In reality, it had been 690kg, but Wang Ji had added 30kg. Otherwise, he feared Jiang Nian would be even more astonished.

"Your force exertion hasn't seen much improvement, yet your punch force has actually increased by 70kg? Could it be... could it be that your force exertion was just too terrible before? That's why it improved this much?" Jiang Nian muttered to himself.

Wang Ji was more than happy to let him fill in the blanks himself.

Jiang Nian suddenly seemed to think of something and said excitedly, "If your force exertion improves a bit more, could you directly surpass the Quasi-Martial Artist level?"