"Tch, the homeroom teacher is still playing favorites!"
"What's the use of favoritism? He doesn't know what's good for him."
"I think he's truly given up on himself. Do you know how precious an auditing opportunity in the Martial Arts Training Class is? And he actually gave it up just like that."
"That's why some people are like Adou—no matter how high you lift them, they just can't be propped up."
"Just imagine him failing to get into Martial University and struggling at the bottom of society afterward. Tsk, tsk..."
Wang Shouquan and his group had naturally witnessed everything that had just happened. His lackeys immediately began to mock Lin Mo.
"Enough. That piece of trash won't even be in the same world as us from now on. Who cares whether he lives or dies?"
Wang Shouquan spat, then looked at Lin Ya'er. "Ya'er, let's go register for the Martial Arts Training Class together."
"Sorry, I'm not familiar with you."
Lin Ya'er did not even spare him a glance. She rose straight to her feet and walked outside.
"Fuck, you stinking bitch! Your Blood Qi Value is a little higher and you think you can act all high and mighty? Sooner or later, I'll make you beg for mercy beneath my crotch."
Wang Shouquan's face darkened as he watched Lin Ya'er's retreating back.
"Brother Wang, don't rush. A rose with thorns is what makes it exciting. Conquering it is all the more satisfying."
"That's right, Brother Wang. My cousin brought back some medicine a while ago. I'll give it to you later—I guarantee you'll get your wish."
"Medicine? What medicine?"
Wang Shouquan looked doubtfully at his lackey.
"Of course, it's a miraculous drug that can melt even an iceberg and make a frigid woman go into heat! Hehehe."
"Oh? Hahaha, good, good, good!"
The group left the classroom amid lewd laughter.
River City, Martial Artist Building.
"Whoa, there are really a lot of people."
Looking at the endless stream of people in the hall, Lin Mo could not help sighing.
It was only Tuesday, yet there were already so many people here.
Every man and woman passing by Lin Mo wore a Martial Artist badge on their chest.
They ranged 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 at the Martial Artist Building could one so easily see Fourth-grade Martial Artists.
Outside, let alone Fourth-grade Martial Artists, ordinary people would find it difficult even to see a Third-grade Martial Artist.
After obtaining a grade, Martial Artists other than those still attending Martial University had long since chosen factions to join.
Some joined the Military Department, while others served the local Base City.
Still others chose lineages or corporations that offered generous treatment.
Working for these wealthy people could be considered easy and pleasant.
They rarely had to face Mutant Beasts in the wilderness. They merely served as bodyguards for the rich, showed off a little, and suppressed a few opponents.
In truth, many people looked down on such Martial Artists.
But everyone had their own ambitions, and others had no right to say much.
Following the signs, Lin Mo found the counter for Martial Artist Certification.
A young woman of around twenty-three sat behind the counter. She wore a high ponytail and the Martial Artist Building's standard work uniform, and she was looking something up on her computer.
"Hello, I'd like to apply for Martial Artist Certification."
"ID card, household registration book, application form, two two-inch photos. Cash or card?"
Hearing Lin Mo's voice, the young woman did not even raise her head. Out of habit, she rattled off the required materials.
"Card. Here."
Lin Mo did not mind. He directly handed over the prepared application form, documents, and bank card.
The reason certification cost 2,000 yuan was that many people in the past had clearly not reached the First-grade Martial Artist level, yet kept coming to apply for certification.
They would wander around the place, and once inside for certification, they would keep taking selfies.
Were they here for certification? They were just taking pictures to show off and prove that they had been here.
No one knew what those people were thinking.
In their minds, it seemed that taking a half-day tour of the Martial Artist Building made them incredibly impressive.
So later, a threshold was set.
You wanted Martial Artist Certification? Pay first.
2,000 yuan per attempt.
This greatly eased the staff's burden.
"Hm?"
When the young woman glanced at the age on the application form, she froze. At last, she raised her head and looked at Lin Mo.
To be fair, she was quite cute.
Her small round face was soft and chubby, her skin fair with a faint blush.
Her large eyes were now filled with surprise.
"You're sure you're here for Martial Artist Certification?"
"Yeah."
"Little brother, your Blood Qi Value has to exceed 150 points for certification, and your combat power has to reach 300. You're only eighteen."
"So?"
"Martial Artist Certification costs 2,000 yuan per attempt. If you fail, the money won't be refunded."
"I know."
"Then are you sure you still want to apply?"
"Of course!"
Seeing Lin Mo's expression, the young woman frowned. She looked him over several times, then checked his documents and household registration book again.
"Parents killed in battle, an orphan since childhood, no other background..."
All the information showed that this Lin Mo could not possibly have reached First-grade Martial Artist at eighteen.
"I'll confirm with you one last time. Martial Artist Certification costs 2,000 yuan per attempt, and it won't be refunded if you fail."
This time, the young woman's voice rose several notches.
"Confirmed. Swipe the card."
Yet she did not see the slightest hesitation from Lin Mo. Instead, he pushed the bank card even closer.
Since that was the case, the young woman acted decisively. She stopped wasting words and swiped the card.
"Here's the payment receipt. Take these to rooms seven through thirty on the left over there. Pick any room and go in for certification. After the test, bring the receipt back to me to collect your certificate."
"Alright!"
Lin Mo took the documents and headed over.
"Well, who made our Miss Lu Yingying so angry?"
"Sister Xiaoxiao, don't you think this guy is infuriating?" Lu Yingying directly handed over a copy of Lin Mo's documents.
"Eighteen? An orphan? No background at all? And he wants Martial Artist Certification? Is something wrong with this kid's brain?" the woman called Sister Xiaoxiao said in astonishment.
"Right? How could someone like that possibly complete Martial Artist Certification? I tried to persuade him several times, but he stubbornly insisted on doing it, wasting 2,000 yuan for nothing."
"Maybe... he just wanted to spend money to go through the process and experience it?"
Naturally, Lin Mo knew nothing of Lu Yingying and the others' conversation.
By then, he had already submitted his documents and entered Room 10.
The staff member in charge of testing was also slightly stunned the moment he saw Lin Mo's information.
He did not say anything, but inwardly, he thought this kid had come to "broaden his horizons" again.
"Hold out your hand!"
Too lazy to say more, the staff member took out a blood-drawing needle and pricked Lin Mo's finger.
He then took a drop of blood and placed it into the instrument.
Ding ding ding~
The instrument sounded a series of alerts. Three seconds later, a number appeared.
[219.28]
At the sight of that number, the staff member's eyes instantly widened, his mouth hanging open in utter disbelief...
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