In the virtual space, outside the Trial Tower.
"Where is Uncle Zheng?"
Yang Zheng's figure appeared before the entrance, looking around in all directions; he was the only one left in this space.
"He must have left temporarily for something!"
Pulling back his gaze, Yang Zheng looked at the black stone pillar beside him that belonged to him, where the Trial Tower level had jumped from the initial 1.0 to 2.3.
Yang Zheng knew very well.
The stage A trial of this second layer was practically a limit for him right now. As for stage B, unless the fourth layer of the Thunder Blade was completely mastered, or he thoroughly grasped the Perfect Level movement technique.
Otherwise, within a short time, it was simply impossible to pass through.
However, judging by the progression of the progress bar, he estimated it would take only a day or two to clear stage B of this second layer.
"The assessment is over!"
"Next, I'll just wait for the evaluation!"
Yang Zheng glanced once more at the towering Trial Tower, and the next moment his figure vanished within the virtual space.
Meanwhile, in the core region of the virtual space, intertwined strands of flowing colorful radiance wrapped around, and the combat trial Yang Zheng had just completed was rapidly undergoing deep analysis and evaluation.
"Beep!"
"Conditions met, uploading now!"
The Basic Training Camp, the 9th floor of the Nine-Story Building.
"He really did have an urgent matter!"
Exiting the virtual space, Yang Zheng saw the message on his communication watch. Zheng Cangli had urgent business to attend to and had told Yang Zheng to stroll around the training camp by himself and wait for their departure in the afternoon.
"Urgent matter? He couldn't have been dragged off to drink, could he?"
Yang Zheng shook his head, stood up, and left the trial room. He was still somewhat curious about the Basic Training Camp, which he had only ever seen in documents.
"Who is that?"
"Do we have a new trainee coming in?"
"I saw him come out of the trial room, seemingly. Who brought him here? Did no one bring him?"
As soon as Yang Zheng exited that long corridor, he ran into a group of trainees in the main hall. These trainees looked on curiously at Yang Zheng, who had just stepped out of the trial room.
Nearly two hours had passed since Yang Zheng entered the trial room for his assessment. Just as Pang Qingyan had previously mentioned, Yang Zheng's assessment this time had actually utilized authority to jump the queue.
Aside from the fixed time every Sunday, the trial space of the Trial Tower was basically online at all other times, especially in a place with a large number of people like the Basic Training Camp.
The virtual space excavated by Hong ultimately lacked a bit in technical content. Although the data was shared, the number of trial spaces it could maintain was limited, and only one person could enter each Trial Tower at a time.
From what Yang Zheng knew, there was one Trial Tower in the War God Palace, and each training camp also had one. Across the globe, there were only a little over ten in total, yet nearly ten thousand people were waiting to use them.
One could imagine how scarce the quotas were.
After leaving the Nine-Story Building, Yang Zheng strolled around the Basic Training Camp. With the temporary access permission granted by Director Pang Qingyan, he could go everywhere in the entire training camp except for a few special areas.
The architectural style of the entire Basic Training Camp, even though its core essence was technology, leaned heavily toward classical Chinese aesthetics on the outside.
There were antique palaces, exquisitely styled pavilions, intriguing artificial rockeries, and ingenious gardens...
As the ruler desires, the subjects follow suit.
The architectural styles of the Extreme Martial House were all quite similar. Aside from the need for a unified style across martial houses, it was hard to rule out the subordinates trying to curry favor with their superiors.
"Hey, brother!"
A voice suddenly came from afar. Yang Zheng turned his head to look and saw a thick-browed, big-eyed young man wearing a practice uniform, carrying an iron spear on his shoulder and greeting him with a smile.
The young man in the practice uniform walked closer. "My name is Fang Li, from Jiangnan Base City!"
"My name is Yang Zheng, from Northwest Base City." Yang Zheng smiled. Unlike the headquarters in Hongning Base City, the Basic Training Camp branch in Kyoto Base City recruited trainees who were all of Chinese descent.
"Brother Yang Zheng, did you come to the training camp to take the assessment?" Fang Li carried the heavy spear, looking curiously at Yang Zheng. Although this brother's attire was ordinary, he possessed an incomparably calm and composed temperament.
Temperament was a very profound thing, difficult to manifest in ordinary people. Even for those in high positions, it was hard for others to tell them apart from ordinary folk without knowing their identity.
However, it easily manifested in martial artists due to the existence of the crucial factor known as "strength."
"Right, perhaps we'll be schoolmates soon enough!" Yang Zheng said with a smile. He did not reject communicating with strangers.
"Then work hard, brother, and strive to secure a quota to enter the Elite Training Camp within the three-year limit!" After saying this, Fang Li carried his iron spear and walked toward the Nine-Story Building.
Three years for the basics, five years to become a War God.
The Elite Training Camp was also known as the War God Training Camp. As long as its trainees did not perish midway, almost all of them could become War Gods, whereas only a small fraction of the trainees in the Basic Training Camp could become War Gods.
Of course, if one discarded "quality," the number of War Gods coming out of the Basic Training Camp far exceeded that of the Elite Training Camp.
After all, the Elite Training Camp only had two or three hundred people, while a single Basic Training Camp branch had over a thousand trainees. Although the former had a higher probability of becoming a War God, the base number was just that small.
Meanwhile, in the Basic Training Camp, as long as ten percent could become War Gods, the total would surpass the Elite Training Camp.
Only "potential" and "growth ceiling" were the differences between the two training camps.
Kyoto City Wangfu Community.
This was an extremely vast residential area whose level of luxury could rank in the top three of the entire Kyoto Base City. It served as the stronghold of the Wang Family, one of the nine core families of the HR Alliance.
Within this community, there were preserved mountains and rivers that had never been destroyed, as well as waterfalls and lakes artificially guided to form, making it exceedingly luxurious.
Before the Great Nirvana, Kyoto City was already a densely populated area. When the entire Kyoto Base City was originally established, the vast majority of scattered population areas were cleared away and rebuilt into towering residential apartment blocks.
"The old man is truly biased. Even after more than ten years, he's still favoring the second son!" At that moment, inside a villa within the community, an extremely resentful voice rang out.
Inside the villa, a middle-aged man with a gloomy expression sat on the sofa, looking at the intelligence gathered on the projection before him.
"Hmph, I must never let him return!"
Wang Yanzhao's dual pupils faintly flickered with a fierce, sharp light. Back then, his five limbs had been crippled, and although he was later healed thanks to treasures the family searched out, this grudge could never be let go of so easily.
So what if he was a Beginner War God?
Even if he had climbed up entirely on his own and possessed the potential to break through to even higher levels, the behemoth that was the Wang Family would not bow its head for a mere Beginner War God.
What truly caused the Wang Family to attach importance to Wang Jiu was that he held a high position in the Extreme Martial House and maintained a close relationship with Zheng Cangli, that High-level War God-level spiritual reader.
"Didn't you adopt a son? Then I'll let you taste the pain of losing a son in your middle age!"
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