Joining Limit Martial Arts Hall

Faced with the invitation from Zhou Yongzheng, the President of the Limit General Hall in Jiangnan Base City, Xu Qing thought for a moment before looking at Qin Lin, "I'll listen to Linlin."

Hearing this response, Zhou Yongzheng burst into laughter. This kid was truly interesting; to let his girlfriend make the decision for him on such a major matter.

It seemed he really loved Qin Lin.

"Kid, you aren't henpecked, are you?" Wu Jiang teased as well.

Qin Lin glared at him, then looked at Zhou Yongzheng, "I brought him here to re-evaluate his martial artist level for this very reason. Xiao Qing is a genius among geniuses; he belongs on a much broader stage."

Hearing Qin Lin's words, Zhou Yongzheng felt immensely gratified and patted her shoulder, "Well said. Your parents in heaven would surely be proud of you."

Afterward, Zhou Yongzheng asked Xu Qing a few questions, which Xu Qing answered truthfully.

"The Xu Family actually had no idea they were hiding a monster in their own home," Wu Jiang remarked, deeply surprised.

If the Xu Family knew how monstrously talented Xu Qing was, they would probably worship him like an ancestor.

"The Xu Family does have a decent reputation. As a daughter of the Xu Family, your sister indeed possesses the cultivation and bearing befitting her status. It is rare that she has protected you so well," Zhou Yongzheng sighed with emotion.

If not for Xu Xin, once Xu Qing's talent was discovered by others in the Xu Family, he would likely have been treated as a tool for power struggles.

"Of course, Sister Xin is so good to me. If anyone dares to bully her in the future, I'll make them pay," Xu Qing vowed.

"Haha, that is only natural. She raised you, so you should naturally repay her," Zhou Yongzheng felt a sense of fondness for Xu Qing.

After interacting with him, he could see Xu Qing's personality: innocent, lively, eccentric, kind-hearted, and grateful. He was, all in all, a very fine young man.

"What secret manual do you practice? Your power output level is so high. Is it the World Destroyer spear technique, or the Nine-Fold Thunder Blade?" Zhou Yongzheng subconsciously assumed Xu Qing had practiced a top-tier ultimate manual.

"President, Xiao Qing hasn't practiced any secret manuals. His ability to exert force is something he figured out on his own—he is self-taught," Qin Lin explained.

"Hm? Self-taught?!" Zhou Yongzheng stared in disbelief.

Beside him, the muscles in Wu Jiang's face felt sore; he had made too many expressions today and now felt quite stiff.

"I'm a genius, after all. Isn't that normal?" Xu Qing blinked.

"Normal? That's anything but normal. Alright, you little guy have given me too many shocks today. Let's sign the contract first; otherwise, I'm worried that if we wait, something might go wrong, and I won't be able to sleep soundly," Zhou Yongzheng laughed.

He didn't know how pleasantly surprised he was to encounter such a little monster.

Fortunately, Qin Lin was one of their own from the Limit Martial Arts Hall, and she had brought him here. Otherwise, who knew when the Thunder Martial Arts Hall might have snatched him away.

As for the Xu Family, they were good at business, but when it came to cultivating geniuses, they were laymen. Giving him to them would be a waste.

Subsequently, Zhou Yongzheng had Xu Qing sign the contract in triplicate.

Once the contract was signed, Xu Qing officially became a member of the Limit Martial Arts Hall.

"Haha, excellent," Zhou Yongzheng looked at the contract, his heart blooming with joy. He had recruited a little monster.

Aside from Xu Qing, he also remembered that Zhuge Tao, one of his subordinates, had mentioned a genius to him.

It seemed to be someone from Yangzhou City named Luo Feng—a nineteen-year-old low-level War General who had practiced the Nine-Fold Thunder Blade to the third fold in only half a year.

He had already reported this matter to the global headquarters of the Limit Martial Arts Hall, and an envoy would be sent over to verify it in a while.

Once verified, he could enter the basic training camp or perhaps the Elite Training Camp for further study.

Two geniuses had appeared at once, each more impressive than the last. The Limit Martial Arts Hall was going to make a fortune.

Let's keep Xu Qing's matter quiet for now and give them a surprise when the time comes, Zhou Yongzheng thought.

There was no doubt that Xu Qing could enter the Elite Training Camp, unless the higher-ups of the Limit Martial Arts Hall were foolish enough to deny him entry after learning of his situation.

However, Zhou Yongzheng trusted the higher-ups of the Limit Martial Arts Hall; they certainly wouldn't be that foolish.

"Xiao Qing, since you haven't practiced any manuals, what kind would you like? I'll take the initiative and gift you the best one," Zhou Yongzheng was in a great mood and was very amiable toward Xu Qing.

"Thank you, President, but I don't need one. My preferred weapon is the bow, and my archery is quite formidable," Xu Qing smiled.

"Oh? A bow. There are very few martial artists who use such weapons. However, since you say your archery is formidable, I would like to see it for myself," Zhou Yongzheng said.

They then arrived at the 21st floor, which featured a very spacious training ground capable of accommodating various training programs.

"Xiao Qing, there are bows of various levels here. Pick the one that suits you best," Zhou Yongzheng opened the weapon cabinet, which was hung with rows of bows.

Xu Qing picked a bow from the middle, weighing about five hundred kilograms, with a long frame that stood as tall as a person.

"Oh, picking such a large bow right off the bat," a flash of surprise crossed Zhou Yongzheng's eyes.

Qin Lin and Wu Jiang were also somewhat startled, but they watched without speaking, curious to see how Xu Qing's archery would fare.

A bow of that size naturally required matching arrows—metal shafts as thick as a thumb and one and a half meters in length.

"The first target is at three hundred meters, the second at five hundred, the third at eight hundred, and the fourth at one thousand. At your level as a low-level War General, if you can hit the bullseye at eight hundred meters, you can already be called a master archer," Zhou Yongzheng laughed.

"That's simple," Xu Qing said, looking relaxed.

He picked up a metal arrow, drew the bow, and the man-sized weapon bent into a half-moon shape, emitting a creaking sound.

The sharp arrowhead glinted with a cold light, and the next second it flew out, the sound of the air being torn apart ringing out.

Eight hundred meters away, an arrow was embedded in the bullseye, its fletching still trembling.

"Good kid, hitting the bullseye from eight hundred meters away—he wasn't just bragging," Wu Jiang was astonished. Xu Qing hadn't even bothered to aim; he had fired directly.

He certainly couldn't have done that without absolute confidence in his archery.

At this moment, Xu Qing continued to pick up arrow after arrow, proceeding directly into rapid-fire.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Each arrow flew out, tearing through the air, and all of them embedded themselves into the bullseye eight hundred meters away.

"Rapid-fire! This kid..." Wu Jiang's eyes widened. He was well aware of the difficulty of rapid-fire archery; even a master archer, when facing a stationary target, could not necessarily maintain such consistent performance.

Rapid-fire puts a tremendous test on an archer's strength, endurance, and accuracy, as it relies almost entirely on instinct rather than deliberate aiming.

If it were this difficult for a stationary target, it went without saying how much harder it would be for a moving one, which showed just how high the threshold for rapid-fire archery truly was.

Within a single minute, Xu Qing had already fired over thirty arrows.

The target eight hundred meters away was bristling with arrows like a hedgehog; had the target not been made of sturdy material, it would have long since shattered.