The True Meaning of the Martial Artist Practical Assessment

Seeing the data appear on the display screen to the side, Wu Tong revealed a smile. "Not bad, Luo Feng. Congratulations. Once the official documents are issued and your information is recorded into the citizen identity database, you will be a prospective fighter!"

After passing the assessment, the official certificate is usually issued within seven days, and the record is entered into the citizen identity database.

Luo Feng clenched his right fist tightly and said excitedly, "I finally succeeded!"

"Congratulations, Luo Feng!" Luo Zhe stepped forward and took the initiative to extend his hand toward Luo Feng. "Let's get to know each other. My name is Luo Zhe; I just passed the prospective fighter assessment last month."

Luo Feng looked at Luo Zhe in surprise and shook his hand. "Nice to meet you, I'm Luo Feng."

He glanced left and right, then quietly lowered his voice. "Earlier, seeing you standing with Instructor Jiang Nian and the others, I thought you were also a fighter instructor at the Extreme Martial Arts Hall. I didn't expect you to be just like me."

Luo Zhe smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of his head. "I'm not. I just had good luck and was recruited into the martial arts hall ahead of time."

Luo Feng was stunned for a moment. What did being recruited into the martial arts hall ahead of time mean?

Before Luo Feng could ask, Wu Tong walked over and said irritably, "How much longer do you two intend to chat? Get out of the way and don't block others from taking their assessment."

The two looked at each other and hurriedly scrambled away, drawing laughter from everyone present.

Finding an empty spot, Luo Zhe stopped, pounded his chest, and caught his breath.

"By the way, Luo Feng, the last fighter combat assessment of the year is on August 1st. You know about that, right?"

Luo Feng nodded. Unlike the prospective fighter assessment, the fighter combat assessment is only held twice a year, on February 1st and August 1st. If you miss these two dates, you have to wait until the following year.

"On the morning of the 1st, we will gather at the Limit Dojo, and then, led by the martial arts hall instructors, we will head outside the human base city with other prospective fighters to hunt monsters! Once you pass the combat assessment, you are a true fighter!"

"Yeah! But I heard online that the injury and disability rate for the fighter combat assessment is very high. Apparently, more than a hundred prospective fighters are crippled in a single assessment. Is that true?"

Luo Zhe waved his hand and explained, "Although the injury rate for the fighter combat assessment is high, it's not as terrifying as you imagine."

"The monsters used for the assessment are all the weakest H-Class monsters, equivalent only to low-level soldiers among fighters. Anyone who can pass the prospective fighter assessment is not inferior in terms of physical fitness. Furthermore, these monsters have a clear weakness: their intelligence is very low." Luo Zhe spoke with ease. "Generally speaking, as long as the prospective fighters perform at their normal level, there is almost no life-threatening danger."

"After all, the purpose of the fighter combat assessment is mainly to temper our temperament; we must adapt to life-and-death struggles with monsters and must never be soft-hearted."

"That's true, I suppose." Luo Feng nodded.

The purpose of the fighter combat assessment is to allow prospective fighters who are about to step into the wilderness to fight monsters to experience the cruelty of monsters firsthand. After all, in the safe and peaceful base city, the vast majority of people have never had the opportunity to experience a real life-or-death struggle.

Some people have good physical fitness and good blade techniques, but the moment they see blood or face life and death, they cannot even display ten percent of their strength. How could such people possibly kill monsters!?

"So, the fighter combat assessment is not just an assessment; more importantly, it is a test of courage! When you eventually enter dangerous areas alone, the dangers you encounter will be ten or a hundred times greater than this. After all, the wilderness doesn't just have ordinary soldier-level monsters; there are stronger commander-level, and even lord-level monsters lurking about."

Suddenly, Luo Feng looked at Luo Zhe curiously and asked, "Speaking of which, Brother Zhe, have you killed a monster with your own hands?"

"..."

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward. Luo Zhe hadn't expected Luo Feng to ask such a question out of the blue, and he was momentarily stunned, unable to think of what to say.

Seeing Luo Zhe remain silent for a long time, Luo Feng was also puzzled. Why wasn't Brother Zhe saying anything?

Suddenly, a thought popped into Luo Feng's mind: Could it be that Brother Zhe has never killed a monster?

Luo Feng subconsciously shook his head. Impossible, impossible. Looking at how Brother Zhe was holding court earlier, he looks like a veteran. How could he have never killed a monster? Impossible, I must be overthinking it!

At this moment, Luo Zhe was still frozen in place, having not yet figured out how to answer the question.

"The last one, Yang Wu!" Beside the nerve reaction test machine, Wu Tong suddenly shouted.

That's it!

"Hey, Luo Feng, look, it's your friend Yang Wu. He's the last one." Luo Zhe feigned surprise and turned his head toward Yang Wu's direction.

Sure enough, Luo Feng's attention was immediately diverted, and he looked at Yang Wu, who was striding into the red circle.

I am truly too clever. Pretending to be focused on watching Yang Wu's test, Luo Zhe couldn't help but think to himself.

However, soon enough, Luo Zhe was genuinely drawn in by Yang Wu's performance.

As Wu Tong pressed the start button, the muzzle of the nerve reaction test machine began to rotate. It quickly reached an extremely high speed, and dozens of barrels within the muzzle instantly fired rubber bullets, covering the red circle.

Yang Wu moved rapidly, shifting within a one-step range in all directions, his movements extremely concise.

"Hmm?"

Watching Yang Wu's evasive footwork, Luo Zhe was secretly surprised. "Yang Wu's footwork seems slightly stiff. Although it isn't as agile and swift as Luo Feng's, the efficiency of this footwork seems very high. Moreover, the range of each dodge is small; he isn't utilizing the full three-point-six-meter diameter of the red circle at all, moving only within a one-step radius."

Yang Wu's range of movement was small, yet his evasion efficiency was very high.

"This kind of footwork is indeed very useful in actual combat. However, it requires extremely precise control of the fight. Otherwise, if there is even the slightest error, a monster's claws could tear a fighter's body apart!" Luo Zhe evaluated inwardly. At least in his view, while the efficiency was high, the risk was also immense.

It was completely dancing on the edge of a blade!

"Woo--" Soon, the one-minute test time passed, and the muzzle of the nerve reaction test machine stopped rotating.

"60 seconds, hit 52 times, did not touch the red light, qualified. Pass!" Wu Tong looked at the data on the display screen and announced.

Yang Wu, inside the red circle, clenched his fists tightly, his arms bulging with veins, and tears faintly appearing in his eyes. He had waited far too long for this day.

"That's great, Brother Yang passed the assessment too!" Luo Feng couldn't help but clench his fists. He knew how hard Yang Wu trained, but he had always lacked a bit of luck in passing the assessment. Fortunately, he had finally made it this time.