Martial Artist Assessment!

The next morning.

Almost the entire family woke up with dark circles under their eyes.

Mother Su had gotten up early and prepared a lavish breakfast with great care.

"Mom, do we really need to go all out like this?"

Su Bei said with a wry smile, looking at the huge spread.

"Eat up, eat up," Mother Su said. "There's a saying in our hometown that before undertaking something important, you must eat a good breakfast. That way, everything will go smoothly."

"It's for good luck. Your mom woke up at four to prepare," Father Su chimed in. "Is your friend arriving soon?"

With such a significant event today.

They had no intention of going to work and had both taken leave to stay home.

Although they couldn't be there in person, they wanted to know the final result as soon as possible, whether good or bad.

"He should be here soon."

Su Bei muttered about superstition under his breath, but his hands didn't stop, clearing the table like a whirlwind.

After achieving a higher cultivation level, his appetite had also increased significantly. No matter how much food there was, he could still manage it.

Just as they were eating.

The sound of a car horn blared from outside.

Su He stood by the window, his eyes shining. "Holy crap! A Light Shuttle 3000?!"

That was the model of the flying car.

Unlike Su Bei, Su He had been extremely curious about mechanical things like cars and watches since he was young. He could rattle off the specifications for any car model.

The Light Shuttle 3000 was a high-end flying car model from the Zhou Gong Group, entirely handcrafted. It used light energy to convert kinetic energy and could withstand attacks from a sixth-tier Master-level Martial Artist. Its price alone was tens of millions.

It was definitely one of a kind in Tianhu City.

Su Bei glanced at his message; Zhang Feiyu had arrived. Popping the last bite into his mouth, Su Bei stood up.

"Mom, Dad, I'm leaving."

Father Su instructed, "Okay, be careful, son. If it's not possible, just let it go. You're still young, and you can always take more time."

"Go, brother! Whether I can dominate No. 1 High School next semester depends on you!"

Although the Martial Artist assessment had become much safer after moving away from the era of unchecked growth, occasional bad news could still be heard.

Outside the door, a flying car, completely streamlined and silver, hovered at the entrance of the apartment building. Its horn had already alerted many people in the neighborhood, who were now curiously observing through their windows.

Seeing Su Bei get into the car, they were all quite surprised. "Old Su's eldest son has really made something of himself."

Su Bei got into the car.

Zhang Feiyu was semi-reclined in the spacious rear seating area. "Brother Bei, come lie here."

"The assessment location was only announced last night, and it's still some distance from the city."

Su Bei didn't stand on ceremony and directly lay down in the empty seat next to Zhang Feiyu.

He had to admit, you get what you pay for. He wondered what materials were used inside, as it was quite comfortable to lie on, with a gentle warmth flowing through his body.

Fully automatic driving technology was already very mature, and most public transportation now used it.

However, Su Bei couldn't help but wonder. Zhang Feiyu wasn't particularly favored, so his resources shouldn't be that abundant. Yet, he was acting like a spendthrift, completely unconcerned about money.

He guessed his mother must be quite influential.

Although it was said to be some distance away, in reality, given the speed of the Light Shuttle 3000, they had barely settled in for a few minutes before arriving at their destination.

This time, the Martial Artist assessment was held at a forest operation base in the southern suburbs outside Tianhu City. It had been abandoned for a long time after being overrun by strange beasts in previous years.

Now, it had been reopened. Looking further back, one could see that many areas had been cordoned off.

It was still early, but there were already quite a number of Quasi-Martial Artists who had come to participate in the assessment.

They milled about, like a bustling marketplace, with groups of two or three friends gathering to discuss the upcoming test.

The age range was also considerable, from young people under twenty like Su Bei to middle-aged men and women with stubbly beards nearing fifty.

A total of over 1,200 Quasi-Martial Artists participated in this Martial Artist assessment, a substantial number, forming a considerable force when gathered together.

The written test had been conducted online a few days prior, and Su Bei had naturally passed it with ease.

It had been almost effortless.

However, even with so many people, the arrival of the exceptionally eye-catching Light Shuttle 3000 still drew the attention of most.

After all, the vehicle was incredibly expensive. To put it bluntly, even if one won first place in the Martial Artist assessment, the Ascension Secret Treasure provided might not be as valuable as this car. With such family circumstances, there was no need to participate in the Martial Artist assessment to become a Martial Artist smoothly.

The Martial Artist assessment, in essence, was similar to the college entrance examination. While it seemed open to everyone, it was actually more of an upward mobility channel for ordinary people.

However, according to Zhang Feiyu, this seemed to be a customary practice of the Wuji Martial Hall. Moreover, not all Ascension Secret Treasures were available on the market.

Su Bei could only call it being overly particular about this.

After getting out of the car, with the long history of martial arts development and countless generations of genetic optimization, even among the handsome and beautiful people of today, Su Bei's face could be described as handsome.

They certainly made quite a presence.

In a secluded corner, five people stood together, their gazes fixed intently on Su Bei and the other person who had just exited the car. They all appeared to be in their mid-thirties.

"Is that Su Bei?"

"It must be. I've seen his photo, it's definitely him!"

"Damn, what a show-off, riding in a car like that?"

The group clicked their tongues in amazement.

"Boss, are we sure about this? Someone who can afford a car like that can't be ordinary," one of them said, looking at the leader. The leader, around thirty-six or thirty-seven, had an unremarkable appearance, a long saber slung across his back, and a sharp glint in his eyes.

"No problem!" Wen Xiangwei licked his slightly dry lips, greediness flashing in his eyes. "That car doesn't belong to this kid; it belongs to the guy next to him."

"The guy next to him is the son of the Ninth Hall Master of Wuji Martial Hall. It's not strange for him to drive a car like this. This Su Bei is just his lackey."

"The fact that the Martial Artist assessment is being held here suggests a high probability of an outdoor-based competition. Our chances are very good!"

"When we make our move, as long as we avoid this second-generation rich kid, there won't be any problems!"

These five were individuals who lived on the edge, constantly hunting exotic beasts in the wild—though that was merely a side hustle.

Their main business involved killing lone individuals to make money.

It wasn't that hunting exotic beasts was without prospects; it was just that killing people was more cost-effective.

Although they were all Quasi-Martial Artists, the five of them worked together with great coordination, and their teamwork provided a degree of safety in the wild. They had even managed to kill weaker Martial Artists in the past, though it came at the cost of three of them being severely injured.

However, the rewards were quite substantial, enough for them to live comfortably for a long time.

A nineteen-year-old Quasi-Martial Artist, what could be easier than taking him down?

"The amount the employer is paying this time is considerable. It'll be enough for us brothers to live lavishly for many years!" Wen Xiangwei swept his gaze over the group.

"Damn it, let's do it!"

"After this job, I'm retiring for good!"

"Me too. I've saved up quite a bit of money over the years, enough for the rest of my life. I'll get married, have a kid, and live a simple life!"

"I plan to buy the cheapest Ascension Secret Treasure. Maybe this time I'll have a chance to break through. Once I become a Martial Artist, I'll be someone important."

Wen Xiangwei nodded, approving his companions' decision. "I plan to return to my hometown. I've been away for so many years. I'll build a few houses back home and show everyone who doubted me back then that I, Wen Xiangwei, can make something of myself!"

Yes, everyone had a bright future ahead of them.

While this group was busy making grand declarations, Sun Zicheng and his companions were also gathered in another corner.

With the advancements in modern medicine, a few days were enough for most of his injuries to heal. However, the facial injuries were not so easily mended, and several scars remained on his face.

Looking at Su Bei and the other person, Sun Zicheng's face was almost contorted with rage.

"They won't be arrogant for much longer!"

The people around him also looked towards the two with shared indignation.

Time flew by.

Before long, a deep voice echoed throughout the venue:

"All examinees, please proceed to the nearest power testing point for the first stage of preliminary screening!"

"Those with a base punch force below 1200kg will be eliminated!"