In the Monitoring Room.
Li Zhanyi and the young officer raised their eyebrows slightly as they watched the footage on the monitor.
"He's got some real skill. His Flying Blade technique is excellent, and his footwork is surprisingly good, too.
A self-taught warrior with footwork at this level is truly a talent."
The young officer praised him. "He must have trained hard for more than ten years to reach this level.
And he seems to have a good head on his shoulders. He probably goes into the wilderness often.
Looks like he'll have no trouble passing the Warrior Assessment."
As he spoke, he glanced at another screen and sighed. "Actually, I was wrong. He's not just going to pass—if he kills one more, he'll clear the assessment.
He's already broken the record for the shortest assessment."
"How long did it take?" Li Zhanyi asked with a smile.
"Nineteen minutes." The young officer shook his head helplessly. "This is just a slaughter. I'd say his combat strength is already at the High-Rank Warrior level."
"Lu Fei does have a good eye." Li Zhanyi frowned at the screen and muttered to himself, "But... does he really have no ulterior motive?"
More than an hour later.
By the time Xu Feng came out of the waiting room, he had a certificate in his hand.
He opened the little booklet and clearly saw the words "Certified Strength: Primary Warrior (S)." For a moment, his heart was full of emotion.
"A formal warrior license. This used to be something I dreamed of, but now it doesn't feel like such a big deal.
"Well, I can ask for a promotion and a raise now. After all, I'm an S-rank warrior."
Xu Feng had never imagined that dealing with the government could be so "efficient."
He couldn't