My Name Is Wan Dong, I Am a Genius

"Everyone--"

A resonant voice reached the ears of every prospective fighter. "Welcome to the Northern Military Region of Jiangnan City. This time, your martial arts practical examination for 1,680 people will be held here in my Northern Military Region. I hope that most of you will pass the examination, and I also hope that all of you will survive this practical test!"

The Northern Military Region.

In a military region known for its strict discipline, the arrival of the prospective fighters made the atmosphere quite lively. At the same time, the soldiers had prepared a sumptuous lunch for these prospective fighters who had come to participate in the martial arts practical examination.

Two-thirty in the afternoon.

1,680 prospective fighters stood in a vast, open square. On the stage at the front of the square stood the high-ranking officials of the Northern Military Region of Jiangnan City, as well as some high-ranking officials from the Thunder Martial Arts Hall and the Extreme Martial Arts Hall.

"Next, those whose names are called, come up to receive your combat uniforms and weapons."

"Yan Zhuo."

"He Feng."

"Wang Bingjiang."

There were a full ten officers on the stage calling out the names of the prospective fighters one by one. The prospective fighters who were called went up to receive their combat uniforms and weapons.

"Luo Zhe."

"Luo Feng."

"Yang Wu."

The voice was full of vigor. Standing at the edge of the crowd, the three of them—Luo Zhe, Luo Feng, and Yang Wu—immediately trotted toward the front as soon as they heard their names.

"This is your combat uniform and combat boots. This is the Blood Shadow Battle Blade Series 2 that your Supervisor Zhuge specifically arranged for you; it weighs 120 kilograms. This is the heaviest of the Series 2 standard battle blades and is a prized possession of our military region." The officer handed a set of items to Luo Feng. "This is a communication watch, which has positioning, communication, and distress functions. This is the Hexagonal Shield."

As the officer spoke, he looked at Luo Zhe with a hint of doubt in his eyes... The supervisor of the Extreme Martial Arts Hall had actually specially arranged such a heavy battle blade for a prospective fighter; would he even be able to wield it?

Hearing that this had been specially arranged by Supervisor Zhuge, Luo Zhe subconsciously turned his head to look at the team of high-ranking officials from the Extreme Martial Arts Hall at the front of the square. At this moment, Zhuge Tao was following behind a middle-aged man wearing a black combat uniform with hands like palm-leaf fans, looking at him with a smile in his eyes.

Luo Zhe nodded with a smile, then cradled the pile of items weighing nearly two hundred kilograms and quickly turned to run away.

In the square, the 1,680 fighters were all assigned combat gear suitable for their body size and the various specifications of weapons they had requested. However, everyone was using cold weapons! This was a requirement of the martial arts practical examination; the use of thermal weapons was strictly prohibited during the test.

After the distribution was finished, everyone returned to their resting areas to change into their combat uniforms, combat boots, and so on.

The vast square was filled with discussion and noise.

Luo Zhe was wearing a black combat vest made of Kro Alloy and other special materials, military trousers, and alloy combat boots. With the Hexagonal Shield strapped to his back, he sat cross-legged on the spot, staring blankly at the Blood Shadow Battle Blade in his hand, while Luo Feng and Yang Wu were happily chatting with other prospective fighters nearby.

This 120-kilogram Blood Shadow Battle Blade would have been a very suitable weapon for him two months ago, but with his cultivation over these two months, his strength had advanced by leaps and bounds, barely stepping into the realm of an entry-level Warlord. A battle blade of this weight could no longer keep up with the growth of his strength!

However, from this small detail, it was not hard to see that Zhuge Tao was quite attentive to his affairs.

"Brother Zhe, what are you thinking about?" It turned out that Luo Feng had noticed Luo Zhe sitting on the ground in a daze and had come over specifically to check on him.

Luo Zhe shook his head to indicate he was fine and asked with a smile, "Why stop chatting? You two seemed to be having a great time just now."

The fact that they had been recruited by the Extreme Martial Arts Hall in advance had spread like wildfire through the circle of prospective fighters. Out of the 1,680 people this year, only four had been recruited in advance by the Extreme Martial Arts Hall and the Thunder Martial Arts Hall! All these prospective fighters knew that these individuals would surely have extraordinary futures.

For someone like Luo Feng who was willing to take the initiative to join the conversation, everyone generally gave him some face, so the scene was naturally harmonious and everyone was chatting enthusiastically.

"I just saw you sitting here alone and was afraid you'd be bored," Luo Feng said, shrugging and gesturing toward the crowd with his chin. "Besides, they're chatting quite well on their own, aren't they?"

"Luo Zhe, Luo Feng." At this moment, a voice came from afar; it was Wu Tong, the chief instructor of the Limit Dojo in Yangzhou City.

The two of them smiled and waved, then scrambled up from the ground and immediately walked over to meet him. "Uncle Wu."

"Good, you two, come with me." Wu Tong said, leading the way.

The two looked at each other, and although they were full of questions, they didn't ask anything. They soon followed Wu Tong to the second floor of a quiet small building. In the living room on the second floor, several people were gathered together. At a glance... they only recognized one of them, Zhuge Tao, one of the four giants of the Extreme Martial Arts Hall in Jiangnan City!

"Supervisor." "Supervisor."

The two looked at each other and called out in unison.

"Mm, Luo Zhe, Luo Feng, just sit over there with Wu Tong." Zhuge Tao, dressed in a jet-black combat uniform with a faint silvery sheen, nodded with a smile and said, "By the way, Luo Zhe, is the battle blade I arranged for you easy to use?"

Luo Zhe was stunned and subconsciously shook his head. "It's not bad, it just feels a bit light."

After speaking, Luo Zhe realized what he had said, but the words were already out and couldn't be taken back.

"Light?" Zhuge Tao was stunned for a moment, then a flash of brilliance suddenly appeared in his eyes as he tentatively asked, "During this period, has your punching power increased significantly again?"

Facing Zhuge Tao's eager gaze, Luo Zhe had no choice but to nod.

Zhuge Tao was overjoyed, clapping his hands and laughing loudly, "I really didn't misjudge you. After the examination ends tomorrow morning, come find me, and I will arrange for someone to pick you up."

Zhuge Tao's loud laughter reached the ears of a burly man wearing a dark purple combat suit sitting opposite him. "Zhuge, are these the Luo Zhe and Luo Feng you mentioned? I don't see them being any better than the ones from our Thunder Martial Arts Hall."

The burly man's voice seemed to echo within his chest. "My Thunder Martial Arts Hall has recruited two people in advance this time. One is a firearms genius, and the other's physical fitness is no worse than your Luo Feng's. Although he is still a bit behind that one called Luo Zhe, he is even younger—not yet 19 years old this year."

The burly man looked at the two young men beside him, and they both stood up immediately.

"My name is Ma Xiao." The young man standing beside the burly man smiled, and he was extremely beautiful! Yes, the word 'beautiful' could indeed be used to describe this young man; if he were a woman, he would likely be the type to bring disaster to a country and its people.

"My name is Wan Dong." The other one, who was standing a bit further away and had a purple birthmark on his face, making him look gloomy, also spoke. His gaze was fixed intently on Luo Zhe and his companion.

Luo Feng smiled and nodded. "I am Luo Feng, and this is Luo Zhe beside me. I suppose you already know that."

"Nice to meet you." Luo Zhe nodded toward the two of them, feeling that the gaze of the young man with the birthmark was somewhat unpleasant.

He looked a bit like a jackal that had set its sights on a lamb—green-eyed and just waiting to pounce and bite it to death!

"You are Luo Zhe?" The gloomy young man looked at Luo Zhe and said, "And you, Luo Feng, I wonder if you two have the guts to compete? In tonight's martial arts practical examination, let's see whose points can rank first among us!"

There was a glimmer of light in the gloomy young man's eyes, as if he had seen the most delicious food, filled with desire.