The Quota
When Luo Zhe was dragged out of his home by Wu Tong, he was still hiding in the Martial Arts Training Hall, practicing basic sword techniques meticulously.
Whether slashing, parrying, picking, or stabbing, every movement was executed with meticulous care. Although the training session was short, Luo Zhe was already drenched in sweat, yet he kept his eyes fixed ahead, as if every strike he made was aimed at a non-existent enemy.
"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"
Each of Luo Zhe produced a sharp whistling sound within the Martial Arts Training Hall, the force of the wind dissipating naturally upon contact with the Martial Arts Training Hall's walls. This villa was specially built by the Extreme Martial Arts Hall, so the walls of the Martial Arts Training Hall were naturally constructed with great care.
Snap!
Suddenly, the door to the Martial Arts Training Hall on the second floor opened, and at that moment, Luo Zhe swung his sword heavily forward. At the moment the sword moved, its speed could only be described as relatively fast.
But in an instant, the blade speed surged! Surged again! Increased twice in a row! The speed instantly soared to an astonishing level, like lightning!
The knife sliced through the air!
A sonic boom resounded.
A strong gust of wind slammed heavily against the wall of the Martial Arts Training Hall, leaving a faint white mark.
"Damn it! Luo Zhe, are you trying to tear your own house down?"
Wu Tong walked through the open door and strode toward Luo Zhe. When his gaze fell on the wall of the Martial Arts Training Hall, the white mark left on the dark wall by Luo Zhe's previous strike was so glaring.
Wu Tong couldn't help but stare at Luo Zhe, as if Luo Zhe had transformed into a monster. After a long while, he finally squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth. "I heard from the special envoy before that you might have already mastered the second level of the <Nine-Fold Thunder Blade>. At first, I didn't believe it, but now I do."
"How can you be so freakish?! It hasn't been that long and you've already reached the second level!"
Wu Tong was among the first to know that Luo Zhe had purchased the <Nine-Fold Thunder Blade> manual. However, at the time, he thought that many powerful Fighter in the world could afford to buy this manual, but many couldn't even get to the basics. Perhaps Luo Zhe would also suffer a major setback because of this manual!
result--
In less than two months, Luo Zhe has already mastered the second level!
"That's insane!"
"To be able to kill Elementary Beast General Level Two-Tailed Tiger Cat with a single strike, you're probably stronger than me now," Wu Tong said sourly. Since retiring, due to heavy workload and lack of training, his strength has declined year by year. Now, he probably can't even beat Luo Zhe, a newcomer.
Luo Zhe scratched his head sheepishly and asked, "Uncle Wu, why did you suddenly come to see me today? Is there something you need?"
"Oh! Right, look at my memory." Startled by Luo Zhe's question, Wu Tong slapped his forehead and pulled Luo Zhe towards the door. "Quick, quick, come with me! We're going to the main city now, the special envoy wants to see you!"
After being pulled a few steps away by Wu Tong, Luo Zhe finally realized what was happening. He grabbed Wu Tong's hand and asked excitedly, "Uncle Wu, who did you say? The special envoy? The special envoy from headquarters? Where is he now?"
Luo Zhe was quite strong; with his right hand gripped tightly, Luo Zhe Wu Tong couldn't move him for a moment and had to stop. He explained the situation regarding the special envoy's summons and the order for them to go to the Extreme General Hall immediately, saying, "The special envoy has arrived at the Extreme General Hall in the main city. We will depart for the main city immediately."
"Alright, Uncle Wu, wait a moment. I'll change my clothes and put the Blood Shadow Battle Blade away." Luo Zhe had barely opened his mouth when Wu Tong snatched the War Blade from him and slammed it on the ground. "Forget about the War Blade, just leave it there. Hurry, hurry, don't waste time. I'll have someone bring you your clothes on the way."
With that, Wu Tong grabbed Luo Zhe and rushed towards the door, hurrying towards the train station.
On the 31st floor of the Extreme General Hall building is a spacious Martial Arts Training Hall. The entire Martial Arts Training Hall is silver-white and surrounded by various testing instruments. Upon closer inspection, they are all of the highest level! They can withstand the force of hundreds of thousands of kilograms from Advanced War God without being damaged. Normally, only the president, Zhou Zhengyong, comes here to train from time to time.
At this moment, in the very center of the Martial Arts Training Hall, two middle-aged men were sitting barefoot and cross-legged, with three dark blue helmets in front of them. Upon closer inspection, they were none other than Zhou Zhengyong, the Extreme General Hall, and Yang Hui, the special envoy. The two were having a conversation about cultivation.
Not far in front of these two stood Zhuge Tao, Luo Zhe's very familiar supervisor, his gaze fixed on the elevator. Every now and then, he would raise his Communication Watch to take a look.
"Bite!"
Suddenly, the elevator doors opened, and Luo Zhe followed Wu Tong into the large Martial Arts Training Hall. The moment he entered, Luo Zhe's gaze was drawn to one of the middle-aged men...
"His hands are huge." Luo Zhe noticed at a glance that the man's hands were like fans, one hand being as big as two ordinary people's hands.
The moment Luo Zhe and Wu Tong stepped out of the elevator, Zhuge Tao approached them with a satisfied smile, "Luo Zhe, Wu Tong, you've arrived."
Wu Tong bowed respectfully and said, "Greetings Supervisor Zhuge."
"Supervisor Zhuge." Luo Zhe had a closer relationship with Zhuge Tao, so he wasn't as respectful and obedient as Wu Tong.
"They've arrived?"
The two middle-aged men who were sitting barefoot on the ground stood up. The man with hands that looked like fans smiled at Luo Zhe and said, "Good lad, you're quite handsome."
"Come, Luo Zhe, let me introduce you." Zhuge Tao smiled and walked to the side of the two middle-aged men. He first gestured to the middle-aged man with particularly large hands and introduced him as "the president of this Jiangnan Base City Extreme General Hall."
At this moment, Luo Zhe suddenly realized that the man with hands like palm fans was Zhou Zhengyong, the president of their Jiangnan Base City Extreme General Hall, War God expert known as ' Iron Hand '!
So, the other person walking with Zhou Zhengyong must be the special envoy from headquarters that Zhuge Tao mentioned before.
Then Zhuge Tao gestured to another man, saying, "This is Mr. Yang, a special envoy from our Extreme Martial Arts Hall's Global Headquarters. Mr. Yang is a War God level expert."
"Mr. Yang."
"Hmm." Envoy Yang Hui nodded in satisfaction, looking directly at Luo Zhe, and said with a smile, "No need to be so reserved." Yang Hui had naturally seen Luo Zhe's appearance in photos long ago.
Zhuge Tao, standing beside Luo Zhe, smiled and said, "Luo Zhe, Mr. Yang specially flew from our Dojo's Global Headquarters to Jiangnan Base City this time, mainly for your sake. If you perform exceptionally well, you might even get a spot in the Elite Training Camp. Now, we need to assess your strength, so you'd better do your best!"
After saying that, Zhuge Tao winked at Luo Zhe.
Luo Zhe immediately understood.
I see. Just like the previous early recruitment by the Extreme Martial Arts Hall, they all require a strength test. But I wonder what exactly they'll be testing this time? Punching power? Speed? Or perhaps the <Nine-Fold Thunder Blade>?
"Luo Zhe, at the Global Headquarters of my Extreme Martial Arts Hall, there are two major Training Camp: the Basic Training Camp and the Elite Training Camp, you know that, right?" Yang Hui said.
Luo Zhe nodded; Zhuge Tao had already mentioned these things to him.
"Since that's the case, I won't go into too much detail. You just need to know—" Yang Hui stared intently at Luo Zhe, speaking rapidly, "The Elite Training Camp is the world's number one Training Camp, where the world's most talented students, the best teachers, and the best equipment are all gathered! You could say that as long as you don't die, everyone who graduates will be War God!"
"Moreover, every spot in the Elite Training Camp is priceless! Even super conglomerates and families, with their extensive networks, would struggle to buy a single spot even if they spent tens of billions!"
"And you, Luo Zhe, have just such an opportunity right in front of you. As long as your performance can impress me, I will immediately apply to the higher-ups for you to enter the world's number one Training Camp."
"Are you confident?"