Various Factions, Hong's Invitation

In another room, Zhuge Tao looked at the file on Li Qingxu in his hand, then at the agile, natural figure on the screen, and felt his entire being sour.

Such a monster of a talent, yet he hadn't discovered him sooner.

The file indicated that Li Qingxu had completed his prospective martial artist assessment at his Limit Dojo.

Furthermore, it was at the Limit Dojo in Jiangnan Base City—his own territory!

The most critical part was that after completing the assessment, Li Qingxu had not signed a contract with the Limit Dojo.

"This is going to be trouble."

Zhuge Tao sighed.

A prospective martial artist who possessed Perfect-level footwork at eighteen—such a prodigy was already beyond his ability to secure alone.

He even felt that not even the Dojo Master would necessarily be able to outbid other factions.

"Hello, Inspector Liu, this is Zhuge Tao..."

Zhuge Tao did not hesitate in the slightest; he directly dialed the highest level of the Dojo he could reach and reported Li Qingxu's information.

After a few breaths, a questioning voice came from the other end of the line: "Are you certain?"

"Of course. I would not joke about the reputation of the Dojo. I will make a copy of his combat footage and send it to you."

Zhuge Tao said with a helpless tone.

"Good, I will contact headquarters immediately."

The call ended. Zhuge Tao looked at the young figure on the screen, his expression quite resentful.

"Why didn't you show this during the prospective martial artist assessment!"

An eighteen-year-old prospective martial artist with Perfect-level footwork—this was far beyond the potential of a War God; this was the potential of a Legislator!

Inside the town, Li Qingxu stabbed the thirteen Shadow Cats one by one, then cut off their left ears and placed them into his backpack.

He didn't know if that group of people had seen him; originally, it should have only taken a dozen seconds to finish off this pack of Shadow Cats, but he had deliberately dragged it out for two and a half minutes.

He had shown off his footwork so intentionally precisely for those voyeurs to see.

If he had finished too quickly and they hadn't caught it, that would have been a disaster.

Li Qingxu gripped his alloy spear and stepped back into the darkness.

For the next several hours, he wandered around the town like a tourist out for a stroll.

Only when he encountered a surveillance camera and happened to find a dozen or so monsters in the vicinity would he carry his spear and, like a rose on the battlefield, actively step into the encirclement of the beasts.

He danced among the herd, reaping lives.

After several engagements, he remained exactly as he had been when he first entered Monster Town; his breathing had not fluctuated in the slightest.

Even his combat suit and tactical boots were as clean as new, not stained by a single drop of the beast blood splattered when the monsters died.

"Woo—woo—"

A harsh, piercing sound suddenly rang out across the entire town, and a deep, resonant voice echoed through the loudspeakers.

"Time is up. All prospective martial artists, please assemble at the town exit immediately."

At the entrance—which was also the only exit—of Monster Town, the prospective martial artists participating in the actual combat assessment gradually gathered.

They were all more or less covered in blood; some was their own, but most was the blood of monsters.

Quite a few prospective martial artists were being helped out by their companions or friends.

"Screech—"

A harsh sound rang out as heavy-duty trucks drove out from the town, carrying the thick, pungent stench of beast blood into the distance.

One of the trucks stopped nearby, and inside the cargo bed, one could clearly see a number of corpses lying there. Some of the bodies were mangled, clearly having been half-eaten by monsters.

As the bodies were lifted off the truck one by one, many of the prospective martial artists present instantly turned pale, some even retching on the spot.

Some recognized former friends among the pile of corpses and threw themselves onto them, wailing loudly.

"What are you crying for!"

An officer barked, angry at their lack of resolve.

Martial artists walked on the edge of a blade and could die at any moment. If they didn't end up in the jaws of a beast today, it would be tomorrow; all they could do was strive to become stronger!

"Get over there and line up. Hand over the left ears of the monsters you hunted."

The officer pointed to one side, where three other officers were stationed, two of whom were using laptops to record the results.

"Two monster left ears, thigh injury, next."

"Zhao Wu, three monster left ears, next."

Every prospective martial artist who emerged went to hand over the monster left ears they had collected to prove the number of monsters they had hunted.

Li Qingxu stood in line, holding his backpack in one hand and his alloy spear in the other.

Compared to the others, he appeared much more relaxed.

Furthermore, his pristine combat suit drew the sidelong glances of many.

Had it not been for the backpack he carried in his hand, some might have assumed he hadn't killed a single monster and had simply gone inside to hide.

Even the officer recording the data looked on with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"You are Li Qingxu? Just dump the monsters' left ears into the metal vat beside you."

Li Qingxu nodded and tilted his pack, causing a large quantity of beast ears to tumble into the metal vat, filling it to the brim in moments with a few more spilling onto the ground.

"There are this many?"

"What incredible strength; look, he doesn't even have a single drop of beast blood on him."

Some of the prospective fighters watching from the sidelines exclaimed in astonishment.

"A total of 53 monster left ears, and he isn't even injured."

The officer smiled as he spoke, "You have the highest kill count; your future is boundless."

"It's alright."

Li Qingxu nodded with a faint smile and walked away from the area.

Yet, deep down, he felt a flicker of doubt. Had he been busy for nothing in the small town? Had no one noticed him at all?

However, he failed to see that the moment he turned away, the officer immediately pulled out his phone and sent a message: The target has emerged.

Before Li Qingxu had walked very far, a middle-aged officer suddenly appeared before him.

"Young friend, you must be exhausted. Why not come sit for a while at my military camp?"

The bearded officer who had suddenly appeared was all smiles, and as he spoke, he reached out to grab Li Qingxu's arm, attempting to lead him in another direction.

"Iron Monkey, that's not very honorable of you, sneaking out here to poach talent!"

"Exactly, didn't we agree to let him choose for himself once he came out?"

As these voices rang out, four more figures appeared on the scene, blocking the path between Li Qingxu and the middle-aged officer.

They gazed at Li Qingxu with burning eyes, as if looking at a rare, priceless treasure.

"Haha, the Thunder Dojo wants him, so you lot can step aside."

Suddenly, a hearty voice, booming like a peal of thunder, echoed through the air.

A saucer-shaped fighter jet was seen approaching, coming to a halt nearby.

As the cabin door opened, a lean, middle-aged man appeared in an instant.

His eyes were like lightning, a faint smile played on his lips, and an invisible pressure permeated the surroundings.

"He is the Inspector of the Jiangnan Base City Thunder Dojo, Lei Meng, a War God Level powerhouse! I've seen him on television!"

Many of the prospective fighters watching from afar recognized the middle-aged man, and a sudden uproar broke out.

That was a War God Level powerhouse, yet he had actually appeared at their fighter assessment site.

"I represent the Thunder Dojo in inviting you to join..."

Suddenly, a sonic boom tore through the night sky.

"Beep!"

A pitch-black, saucer-shaped fighter jet flew in directly from the horizon.

"This is?"

The expressions of everyone in the vicinity changed, especially those of the Thunder Dojo Inspector, Lei Meng, who hadn't even finished his sentence.

Only Zhuge Tao and his group wore smiles on their faces at this moment.

The saucer-shaped fighter landed slowly, and the cabin door opened.

A lean man with a hooked nose, dressed in a black combat suit, stepped down from the aircraft's stairs.

Just by standing there, he made the surrounding dozens of meters feel as if they had plunged into darkness; he was the god within that space.

Even the prospective fighters a hundred meters away, still queuing to hand in their beast ears, subconsciously held their breath, not daring to make a single sound.

Even the War God Level pressure exuded by Lei Meng was dispelled in an instant.

"Councilor Zhu."

The high-ranking members of the various factions in the area bowed their heads respectfully, Lei Meng included.

"Mm."

Councilor Zhu responded indifferently, his gaze fixed quietly on Li Qingxu.

"I come on behalf of the Dojo Master to invite you to join the Limit Dojo."

The short sentence instantly turned the previously silent surroundings into a scene of clamor.

The only person who could be referred to as the Dojo Master by Councilor Zhu was the world's undisputed strongest, the founder of the Limit Dojo, Hong!