Jin Jilan
After Mu Fan finished his meal at a restaurant, his Electronic Nameplate vibrated, indicating that he had received a new message.
"Candidate No. 1578 Mu Fan, please arrive at the Jin Jilan Fighting Arena in A District before 2 PM. Failure to do so will be considered as a forfeiture of your qualification."
It's finally here.
"Black, check the distance to the Jin Jilan Fighting Arena in A District," Mu Fan asked softly.
"It is recommended to use the maglev light rail instead, which would take about forty minutes."
I glanced at my watch; it was 11 a. m., and I had three hours left.
Without further ado, Mu Fan picked up his package and prepared to set off.
As Mu Fan left the restaurant, he saw some familiar faces heading towards the local station. Many of these people had just been in the fighting arena.
As Mu Fan stood quietly inside the light rail car, he pondered the rule he had seen when he left the venue.
"Random 1-on-1 Combat Match, the top 100 will be selected. There are 8,053 participants in the combat competition. Candidates will receive detailed venue arrangements in 30 minutes."
Select the top 100?
Each of the Five Great Academies needs twenty students?
This contradicts the information he had previously gathered, but why hasn't anyone questioned it?
Leaning against the window, Mu Fan had no interest in admiring the magnificent cityscape outside. Instead, he took out his Electronic Nameplate and reviewed the rule details one by one.
That's correct.
This one is fine.
This... I didn't see it before, the font is so small.
Mu Fan read on carefully.
Huh? All rules for the final selection stage will be detailed in the military's arrangements.
Military arrangement?
Why didn't he have any information from the military? Mu Fan swiped the Electronic Nameplate in his hand back and forth, but he still found nothing after looking at it several times.
Does one have to be in the top 100 to finally get the military's exam arrangements?
Clenching his fist, Mu Fan knew he had to make it into the top 100. He didn't dwell on it too much, and instead leaned against the window, pretending to doze off.
"Dear passengers, we have reached the final stop of this intercity light rail journey. Please disembark and take your belongings with you..."
With a jolt, Mu Fan finally arrived alone in A District City Number One Zicui Star, which can be said to be the core of the entire planet.
Upon exiting the station, I was immediately struck by the scene before me; it was unlike the small-scale world of Luoqie Star.
From the exit of the station, you can see that the entire city presents a unique structure that combines urban areas and Primeval Forest. It is not like the bustling city that can be seen everywhere in D District.
The buildings in A District are exquisite at first glance, and there are many uniquely designed high-rise buildings. I roughly counted at least twenty floors of the three-dimensional Hover Car.
The exit I was standing at was actually in mid-air above the entire city, with a towering, cloud-piercing hub building beneath my feet. The lush greenery in the distance and the clouds dotting the sky made me feel exceptionally open-minded.
Seeing this, Mu Fan was even more excited for the upcoming test.
Mu Fan hailed a taxi, told his destination, and then fell silent.
But the driver was clearly restless and started trying to strike up a conversation with Mu Fan.
"Jin Jilan Fighting Arena? Young man, are you here to watch a match?"
"Oh? Are there usually competitions scheduled in there?" Mu Fan wasn't going to speak, but he became interested after hearing the driver's words and asked.
"Why not? These are all heavyweight matches. I've heard that top fighters often come from other planets. But this seems to be the territory of the Mountain Haze Society."
Mountain Haze Society?
How did I hear that word here?
"You also know about the Mountain Haze Society?" Mu Fan asked curiously.
"How could I not know? They're gangs right under the government's nose; we just don't dare mess with them." Clearly, the driver didn't want to say more.
How could the Mountain Haze Society's properties be Federation designated testing sites?
"Hey young man, that's not very kind of you. You haven't answered me for ages, haha." The driver suddenly realized that Mu Fan hadn't answered him at all.
"I'll go inside for the competition," Mu Fan said casually.
The driver's hand trembled, and he almost steered the Hover Car off the track.
"Are you going in there to compete?"
"Kindness."
Mu Fan only replied with one word. This time, even though the driver was curious, he didn't dare to ask any more questions. He couldn't wait to get Mu Fan out of the car immediately.
While Mu Fan remained silent, the fat man, who was still writing furiously in A District, had no idea that Mu Fan had only just entered A District.
The Brother Fatty couldn't care less right now, because he had entered the most crucial part of answering the questions, and there was only half an hour left to hand in his paper.
For some reason, the fat guy decided to submit a test paper full of sincerity!
Yes, the Brother Fatty felt a surge of fighting spirit when he thought of his father's expectant eyes. He'd finally come all this way; he couldn't let anyone down if he didn't do his best!
The female examiner stopped paying attention to Harry the chubby boy. In her eyes, the chubby boy had been diligently writing ever since she had visited him.
Now that it looked like an exam, the proctors were extremely relieved to see the quiet scene in the exam room.
"Regarding the safety of logistical support transportation, I don't think I should be the one to answer this. After all, we'll be driving, not carrying guns. So I think the teacher who set this question should consult the senior officers in the military..."
"The supply and demand relationship between food and soldier numbers on interstellar ships? That's simple, the more the better! How can you ask how much food should be carried in the storage compartments?! This genius believes that when food reaches a certain saturation point, the combat effectiveness of officers and soldiers will experience a qualitative leap. If I become the Logistics Department of the army in the future, I must establish a highly mobile transport team equipped with the latest technology storage devices, so that soldiers can eat as if it were freshly cooked!..."
The fat man's face turned bright red. He suddenly felt that coming here was the right decision. He found writing so easy and that he was indeed a genius in logistics studies.
The fat man never imagined the incredible expression on the examiner's face when the exam paper appeared before them.
Phew, all done!
The fat man put down his pen with satisfaction and filled in the answer sheet for the objective questions in the shape of a steamed bun.
Why is it painted in the shape of a steamed bun?
They actually asked the Brother Fatty why? Do I even have time to paint myself into the shape of a roasted chicken?
carry out an assignment!
With the sound of a bell, mechanical tentacles popped out from each person's exam desk, covering and pressing down the exam paper.
The fat man threw down his pen and fell into a deep narcissistic delusion.
"Please prepare for the next exam in 2 hours. We will conduct an electronic drill for logistical support."
Young Master Harry's smile froze.
"Electronic drill?"
Why are you doing electronic drills? Let's have a real one! Fatty will cook you a delicious meal!
If Fatty's biological father, Wayne, knew that his son had secretly learned to cook, I wonder if he would beat him to death.
Hey, has Mu Fan finished his exams yet?
The fat man suddenly had an idea.
Harry is probably still taking his exams right now, isn't he?
As Mu Fan stared at the imposing gate with his bright black eyes, a thought suddenly occurred to him.
We've arrived at the Jin Jilan Fighting Arena!
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