Quasi-Martial Artist

"What issue has my student committed? Is there any need to bind his hands and feet?! You are confusing right and wrong, turning black into white! This is simply lawless!" Jiang Nian roared.

The two interrogating officers were terrified and trembling. Especially the officer who had clearly shown malice toward Wang Ji just moments ago—he could barely even stand. He did not know the identity of the middle-aged man who had entered, but the Limit Martial Hall badge he wore alone exerted infinite pressure on him. This was the Limit Martial Hall! This aura was definitely that of a high-level official from the Yangzhou City Limit Martial Hall! Had he not seen the deputy director of the local branch standing to the side, accompanying him with a fawning smile? He was even standing half a step behind.

He had kicked an iron plate! The officer cursed Liu Biao's ancestors down to the eighth generation in his heart.

Subsequently, the director of the police station, who had rushed over in a hurry, was also scolded bloody by the head officer in the white shirt. After a brief understanding of the situation on-site, the head of the police bureau in the white shirt pointed at the officer and said, "You are fired! You are simply smearing the reputation of our police bureau! You are utterly ignorant!"

The officer wore a mournful face, not even daring to offer a defense!

Wang Ji once again felt the power and influence of a martial artist. A prospective martial artist—I must become a prospective martial artist as quickly as possible! Wang Ji shouted in his heart.

It was already early morning by the time Wang Ji and Wang Yan returned home. After comforting his mother and tucking her in, Wang Ji returned to his bedroom. This cramped two-bedroom apartment truly made one feel stifled.

With a surge of suppressed emotion in his heart, Wang Ji gripped the damaged helmet and whispered, "Enter!"

"Shh!" With a practiced strike, he finished off the Steel-Bristle Pig, then Wang Ji shouldered the dead young martial artist. In the basement, he quickly changed into a set of protective gear and gripped his combat blade.

"Shh!" A precise slash was unleashed, directly disemboweling the Shadow Cat that had just poked its head out. Following that, weathering a counterattack, he thoroughly killed the Shadow Cat.

Exit!

Wang Ji carefully crept out of the house on all fours.

"Awoo!" A Brindle Mastiff lunged from around the corner. Wang Ji steeled himself and simply thrust his left arm directly into the Brindle Mastiff's maw.

"Crunch!" A piercing pain shot through him as Wang Ji's left arm shattered! Under the extreme pain, his mind became exceptionally clear. His right hand followed through with an upward slash.

"Shh!" The combat blade carved a large gash into the Brindle Mastiff's belly. A mutual destruction!

But ultimately, the beast's combat instincts were stronger. Wang Ji's speed and evasion were hindered by his left arm, and Wang Ji died before the Brindle Mastiff.

Still didn't get the third Essence Point. Two Essence Points! Add points!

"Strength: 810kg, Speed: 22.8m/s."

"Again!" Wang Ji steeled himself. "Enter!"

"Shh!" Killed the Steel-Bristle Pig!

Thrusting his blade, "Shh!" Killed the Shadow Cat!

"Awoo!"

While staggering, Wang Ji finally plunged his combat blade into the Brindle Mastiff's belly once more! The Brindle Mastiff, dead!

Finally! He had finally killed the Brindle Mastiff head-on!

Wang Ji was beyond excited; staggering, he eventually collapsed as well.

"Hah!" Wang Ji rose from the bed in his cramped bedroom.

"Eh? Why has the light on the damaged helmet faded?" Wang Ji felt a jolt of alarm! Could it be...

Wang Ji hurriedly pressed his hand onto the helmet, but there was no reaction!

The Monster Town instance was gone!

Could it be... he was still a bit short of reaching the level of a prospective martial artist! Did he really have to grind it out slowly? How long would it take? Half a year or a year? Wang Ji suddenly felt immense regret!

Attribute Panel!

"Name: Wang Ji Age: 17 Strength: 810kg Speed: 19.2m/s Neural Reflex: Junior Warrior Qualified Monster Town instance cleared! Reward: Essence 100"

Essence... 100? "Holy crap!" Wang Ji jumped straight up!

100 points of Essence! That could increase his strength by 1000kg! The system was truly generous!

Wang Ji resisted the temptation to add it all at once and added 10 points first. "Hiss..." An unprecedented sensation of comfort spread throughout his entire body, lasting for nearly 10 seconds! Extreme comfort!

"Strength: 910kg, Speed: 25.1m/s"

Nice!

He would save the rest for now! Otherwise, it would be too outrageous! Wang Ji thought, tossing and turning, and it was deep into the night before he finally drifted into a deep sleep.

Having surpassed the level of a prospective martial artist, Wang Ji was no longer in a rush. Every day after work, he went to the Limit Martial Hall to train on time. Originally, his sister Wang Yan had been very anxious, but Wang Ji took her to the Limit Martial Hall and—"Boom!"—a punch of 910kg. Wang Yan was no longer anxious.

However, she spent all day looking at Wang Ji with wide, watery, admiring eyes.

She's my own sister... my own! Wang Ji kept repeating in his heart, ignoring Wang Yan's gaze as he threw himself back into serious training. In any case, the prospective martial artist assessment only happened once a month, and there were still a few days left until the exam.

"Boom!"

"942kg!"

This wasn't from adding points; it was the harvest Wang Ji had reaped over the past week! With his force exertion becoming smoother, his strength had naturally increased. Consequently, his speed had also risen to 26m/s. It was truly an unexpected gain.

At this moment, Wang Ji should be able to take down a Brindle Mastiff one-on-one, sustaining at most a minor injury.

"Wang Ji!" Jiang Nian called out from behind him.

"Uncle Jiang!" Wang Ji turned around and smiled. As Wang Ji displayed strength exceeding that of a prospective warrior, Jiang Nian had become even more enthusiastic. If he didn't have a daughter, he might have even tried to forge a closer family bond.

"Throw another punch for me to see!" Jiang Nian said.

"Bang!" "938kg!"

"Sigh! Even with your current force exertion, it's still not standard enough. It just goes to show... just how terrible your force exertion used to be! I've never seen anything so bad! It buried your original physical potential! Otherwise, I would have discovered you long ago!" Jiang Nian lamented.

Wang Ji chuckled inwardly, but he didn't show a hint of it on his face.

Jiang Nian continued, "Let me guide you properly again. If you can make your force exertion even more standard, perhaps your punch strength could exceed 1000kg during the warrior examination!"

As he spoke, he began to demonstrate move by move for Wang Ji. A one-on-one, on-site lesson from a veteran senior warrior was a rare opportunity indeed. Wang Ji studied earnestly.

"Tomorrow! Tomorrow is the day of the prospective warrior examination. I have already submitted your name. It will be at the Extreme Pavilion in Jiangnan Base City! Remember that! Bring your ID card, and don't be late!" Jiang Nian instructed.

Wang Ji nodded, "Understood, Uncle Jiang!"

In the HR Warrior Residential District, inside a magnificent European-style villa.

"Smack!" A man with a hooked nose slapped Liu Biao across the face. Liu Biao instantly spat blood from his nose and mouth, but he didn't dare to move a muscle. This was his father, Liu Zhendong. A veteran warrior!

Liu Biao's mother had passed away when he was young, but Liu Zhendong had not spoiled his only son; instead, he beat him at every turn. Despite Liu Biao's arrogant and domineering behavior outside, deep down, he was terrified of this father.

"Trash! Look at the person you've provoked!" Liu Zhendong roared, throwing his phone down in front of Liu Biao.

Liu Biao looked down to see a high-definition photo. In it was Wang Ji's bright smile, his fist still extended, and the glaring numbers on the punch strength machine: "938kg!"

"Impossible!" Liu Biao gasped!

Liu Zhendong frowned, "How much room is there for reconciliation?"

"Re... reconciliation?" Liu Biao couldn't believe it! This was his father! A veteran warrior who had always been tough! How could he suggest reconciliation with a mere brat?