Unbelievable! (Seeking Collection)

"Tch, the homeroom teacher's still playing favorites!"

"What's the point of playing favorites? The guy doesn't appreciate it anyway."

"I think he's really given up on himself. How precious is a chance to audit the Martial Arts Training Class? And he just throws it away."

"See, some people just can't be propped up."

"Just think about it—he won't get into Martial University, and he'll be scraping by at the bottom. Tsk, tsk..."

Wang Shouquan and his crew had naturally witnessed everything that just happened. His lackeys were the first to start griping.

"Enough. That waste isn't in our world anymore. Who cares what happens to him?"

Wang Shouquan spat, then turned to Lin Ya'er. "Ya'er, let's go. We'll report to the Martial Arts Training Class together."

"Sorry, I'm not that familiar with you."

Lin Ya'er didn't even glance at him. She stood up and walked straight out.

"Damn, you stuck-up bitch! Just because your qi and blood are a bit higher, you think you're so tough. Sooner or later, I'll have you begging under me."

Watching Lin Ya'er's retreating figure, Wang Shouquan's face darkened.

"Brother Wang, don't rush. They say a rose with thorns is the most exciting. Conquering it gives the biggest sense of achievement."

"That's right, Brother Wang. My cousin brought back some medicine a while ago. I'll bring it to you later—it'll guarantee you get what you want."

"Medicine? What kind of medicine?"

Wang Shouquan looked at his lackey with suspicion.

"The kind that can melt an iceberg and make a stone woman burn with lust! Hehehe."

"Oh? Hahaha! Good, good, good!"

"..."

The group walked out of the classroom amidst lewd laughter.

River City, Martial Artist Building.

"Whoa, there's a lot of people."

Looking at the endless stream of people in the lobby, Lin Mo couldn't help but exclaim.

It was Tuesday today, and there were still this many people.

Watching the men and women passing by Lin Mo, each of them wore a Martial Artist badge on their chest.

From one star to four stars.

This represented their Martial Artist Grade.

One star corresponded to a First-grade Martial Artist.

Four stars naturally corresponded to a Fourth-grade Martial Artist.

In River City, only in the Martial Artist Building could you see Fourth-grade Martial Artists so easily.

Outside, let alone Fourth-grade, it was hard for ordinary people to even see a Third-grade Martial Artist.

After obtaining a grade, aside from those still in Martial University, most Martial Artists had already chosen a faction to join.

Some were with the military, others were affiliated with the local Base City.

Still others chose wealthy families or corporations with generous benefits.

Working for these rich people could be said to be easy and pleasant.

They rarely had to face wild beasts in the field. They just acted as bodyguards for the rich, showed off, and suppressed some rivals.

Many people actually looked down on this kind of Martial Artist.

But to each their own—others had no right to say much.

Lin Mo followed the signs and found the window for handling Martial Artist Certification.

A young woman around 23, with a high ponytail and wearing the uniform of the Martial Artist Building, sat inside the window, looking at a computer and checking something.

"Hello, I'd like to apply for Martial Artist Certification."

"ID card, household registration booklet, application form, two 2-inch photos. Cash or card?"

Hearing Lin Mo's voice, the young woman didn't even lift her head and mechanically recited a series of required materials.

"Card. Here!"

Lin Mo didn't mind. He directly handed in the prepared application form, documents, and bank card.

The reason the certification cost 2,000 yuan was that many people who clearly hadn't reached First-grade Martial Artist kept coming to apply for certification.

They'd wander around here and there, and when they went in for the certification, they'd keep taking selfies.

Was this really about certification? It was just taking a photo to show off and prove they'd been here.

Who knew what those people were thinking.

In their minds, it seemed like being able to spend half a day in the Martial Artist Building was something impressive.

So, they set up a threshold afterward.

You want to get certified as a Martial Artist, right? Pay up first.

Two thousand per attempt.

That way, it lightened the staff's workload considerably.

"Huh?"

When the young lady glanced at the age on the application form, she froze for a moment, finally lifting her head to look at Lin Mo.

To be fair, this young lady was quite adorable.

Her round little face was plump, skin fair but tinged with a rosy blush.

Her big eyes were now filled with surprise.

"Are you sure you're here for the Martial Artist Certification?"

"That's right."

"Little brother, for the certification, your Blood Qi Value has to exceed 150 calories, and your combat power needs to reach 300. You're only eighteen."

"So what?"

"One attempt costs two thousand, and if you don't pass, the money isn't refunded, you know."

"I know."

"And you still want to go through with it?"

"Of course!"

Seeing Lin Mo's demeanor, the young lady furrowed her brows, glanced at him a few times, then looked over his information and household registration booklet.

"Parents died in battle, orphan since childhood, no other background..."

All the data indicated that Lin Mo couldn't possibly reach First-grade Martial Artist at eighteen.

"I'll confirm with you one last time—the Martial Artist Certification costs two thousand per attempt, and failure means no refund."

This time, the young lady raised her voice a notch.

"Confirmed, just swipe the card."

But she didn't see Lin Mo back down; instead, he pushed his bank card closer.

With that, the young lady was straightforward, stopped wasting words, and swiped the card.

"Here's the swipe receipt. Take this to rooms seven through thirty on the left, pick any one to do the test. After the test, bring the result slip back here for your certificate."

"Got it!"

Lin Mo took the materials and headed straight over.

"Oh, who got our Lu Yingying, Miss Lu, all riled up?"

"Sister Xiaoxiao, tell me, isn't this guy infuriating?" Lu Yingying handed over a copy of Lin Mo's application.

"Eighteen? Orphan? No background? Martial Artist Certification? Is this kid out of his mind?" The woman called Sister Xiaoxiao said in shock.

"Right? How could someone like that complete the certification? I warned him a few times, but he was dead set on going, wasting two thousand for nothing."

"Maybe... he just wants to spend the money to go through the motions, for the experience?"

Lin Mo naturally didn't hear Lu Yingying and the others' conversation.

By now, he had submitted his materials and entered Room 10.

The staff member in charge of testing was also slightly taken aback the moment he saw Lin Mo's information.

He didn't say anything, but inwardly thought this kid was another one here to "broaden his horizons."

"Stick out your hand!"

Without wasting words, the staff member directly took out a blood collection needle and pricked Lin Mo's finger.

Then, he extracted a drop of the sample and placed it into the instrument.

"Beep beep beep~"

The instrument let out a series of prompts, and three seconds later, a number displayed.

[219.28]

Seeing this number, the staff member's eyes instantly widened, his mouth hanging open, utterly incredulous...