Passed the Quasi-Martial Artist Assessment!

Passed the Quasi-Martial Artist Assessment!

"Is this the legendary Bright Moon District?" Luo Wen stood outside the gates of a tranquil residential district. This place was called Bright Moon District, and Limit Hall was located within it.

Six fully armed soldiers stood guard at the entrance.

After Luo Wen verified his ID and Advanced Student certificate with the guards, he passed through the tight security and entered Bright Moon District.

Once inside, Luo Wen took in the sight before him. Aside from the towering Limit Hall at the center of the district, the rest consisted of scattered standalone villas. Between them were artificial rockeries, pools, and lawns.

"The environment really is nice."

Luo Wen nodded.

The place was heavily guarded, beautifully landscaped, and had a fully equipped Limit Hall. For martial artists, it was an ideal residence.

As he observed his surroundings, Luo Wen walked into Limit Hall.

"Sir, are you here to take the Quasi-Martial Artist assessment?"

The moment he entered the hall, a beautiful woman in uniform approached him with a sweet smile.

Luo Wen nodded.

"Alright. The Quasi-Martial Artist assessment will officially begin at ten. You may wait in the lobby for a while."

The young woman gestured in a direction. There was a small bar beside the lobby.

Several people were already seated inside, presumably all here for the Quasi-Martial Artist assessment.

Luo Wen had no desire to socialize, so rather than entering the bar, he found a seat in the lobby and closed his eyes to rest.

About half an hour later, a middle-aged man in training clothes appeared in the lobby. Deep lines creased his forehead.

"Those taking the Quasi-Martial Artist assessment, follow me!"

At his call, everyone in the lobby and bar got up and gathered around.

Luo Wen joined the crowd as well.

Once everyone had assembled, the middle-aged man said nothing and led them into an elevator.

They soon arrived at the sixth floor.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, Luo Wen saw a massive training hall with more than a dozen people standing inside.

Looking closely, he spotted Jiang Nian among them.

Clearly, these people were all instructors, and they were likely all martial artists at Advanced Warrior-level or above.

"Alright, the students are here, so stop chatting."

A middle-aged man with long hair draped over his shoulders spoke up.

At once, Jiang Nian and the others in the hall fell silent.

Luo Wen looked at the man and guessed that he was probably Wu Tong, the director of Yangzhou City's Limit Hall.

"Let the assessment begin!"

Wu Tong quickly announced the start of the assessment.

After the Advanced Students handed over their IDs one by one, the punching power test began.

Luo Wen was fourth.

The three Advanced Students before him had all reached 900 kg of punching power.

"Next, Luo Wen." Wu Tong swiped the fourth ID across the machine. When he saw the identity information displayed, his gaze sharpened. "Sixteen years old?"

Wu Tong instinctively looked toward Jiang Nian. Luo Wen's information showed that he was from Yi'an District.

Jiang Nian smiled and nodded at Wu Tong.

Wu Tong drew a breath, and his eyes brightened as he looked at Luo Wen.

The instructors from the other districts also stared at Luo Wen in shock.

Taking the Quasi-Martial Artist assessment at sixteen—if he passed, that would be extraordinary.

Luo Wen paid no attention to the many instructors watching him. He stepped forward, stood before the Punching Target, planted himself in a bow stance, twisted his hips, and threw a punch like a shooting star!

Bang!

His force burst forth like mercury spilling across the ground, and even Luo Wen himself felt immensely satisfied.

Soon, the testing instrument displayed the punching power of his strike—"923 kg."

"Excellent!" Wu Tong could not help but praise him loudly.

Luo Wen's 923 kg punch was not the highest among the first four students.

But he was the youngest.

After all, aside from Luo Wen, none of the other eight students present was under twenty.

"To have such punching power at such a young age—you're a fine prospect!" Wu Tong praised, patting Luo Wen on the shoulder.

"Thank you for your praise, Chief Instructor."

Wu Tong smiled, told Luo Wen to step down, and had the others continue the testing.

"Jiang Nian, what kind of insane luck did you stumble into to pick up a genius like this?!"

The other instructors looked at Luo Wen as if he were a priceless treasure and could not help speaking to Jiang Nian with sour envy.

Rather than getting angry, Jiang Nian's smile only widened.

Very soon, the remaining five trainees took the punch strength test in turn.

Only two of them failed to reach 900 kg.

"Next is the speed test!"

Wu Tong had the two whose punch strength had fallen short leave, then spoke to the remaining seven.

However, Wu Tong's gaze remained fixed on Luo Wen, the anticipation on his face completely undisguised.

Nor did Luo Wen disappoint. Under the watchful eyes of the many instructors, he ran at a speed of 1 meter per second.

"His speed meets the standard too!"

Wu Tong grew excited.

Wu Tong exchanged glances with Jiang Nian and the other instructors.

Everyone understood what Wu Tong was thinking.

It seemed that Yangzhou City would very likely secure a spot in the Basic Training Camp before long!

Soon, everyone else finished their speed tests as well.

Of the seven, only three met the standard.

"Congratulations. You have entered the final test."

Wu Tong led Luo Wen and the other two to a spacious room next door, with the words "Neural Reflex Speed Testing Room" written above it.

A large, expensive-looking machine stood on the floor. At its front were firing ports resembling those of a six-barreled Gatling Machine Gun, except there were far more of them—dozens in total.

"First up, Luo Wen."

Wu Tong announced.

Hearing this, Luo Wen stepped forward and walked into a circle 3.6 meters in diameter directly in front of the testing machine's muzzles.

Click! The switch was turned on.

A red light barrier immediately enveloped Luo Wen.

"If you leave the circle, you fail. Touching the red light with your body will deduct points." Wu Tong briefly explained the rules to Luo Wen.

Luo Wen took a deep breath and nodded.

Seeing this, Wu Tong pressed the red button on the machine.

At once, the massive barrels of the Neural Reflex Testing Machine began to rotate. Dozens of muzzles erupted almost instantly, firing red bullets at Luo Wen!

The bullets varied in speed, and even their trajectories were not parallel, crisscrossing chaotically.

Luo Wen stared intently at the muzzles, his Mental Power more focused than ever before!

As the bullets fired, Luo Wen instinctively began predicting and dodging them!

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Luo Wen darted, twisted, and weaved within the limited space.

Amid it all came the occasional pfft, pfft of bullets striking him.

Fortunately, the bullets did not hurt much when they hit, so they did not affect Luo Wen's movements.

Soon, one minute had passed.

The barrels stopped rotating and firing.

Luo Wen came to a halt, breathing heavily.

Though only a short minute had passed, he had expended a great deal of stamina.

"In 60 seconds, hit 29 times. No contact with the red light. Excellent!"

Wu Tong announced with a smile.

"Congratulations, Luo Wen. From this moment onward, you are a Quasi-Martial Artist!"