Astonishing Combat Power Value!

"219 cards? My god!"

The staff member exclaimed in shock.

The eighteen-year-old youth before them actually had a Blood Qi Value of 219 cards?

Forget being a First-grade Martial Artist—with a bit more effort, he could directly break through to the Blood Qi Value of a Grade 2 Martial Artist.

A prodigy like this wasn't unheard of in the Martial Alliance, but this was River City, a border town.

No one had ever seen someone reach this number at eighteen.

Most crucially, according to the records, this Lin Mo had absolutely no background.

That meant Lin Mo had no means to consume Vitality Potions or other nutritional supplements multiple times.

Under such conditions, still reaching a Blood Qi Value of 219 cards at eighteen was practically a miracle.

An absolute genius!

"Is the Combat Power Value test next?"

At that moment, Lin Mo spoke.

"Ah? Yes, please come this way."

The staff member was startled, then his tone turned noticeably more respectful.

Once a genius like this grew up, he would definitely become a major figure—how could he dare not show respect?

Arriving at the Combat Power tester beside them, Lin Mo took a deep breath, focused his mind, and threw a punch at the target.

"Bang!"

A dull impact rang out, and the numbers on the tester began to soar.

The initial number shot straight to 200.

210, 250, 300... 400, 500, 600...

"Holy shit!"

Seeing the score instantly surpass the Grade 2 Martial Artist combat power threshold, the staff member was stunned.

By normal calculations, with Lin Mo's 219-card Blood Qi Value, his Combat Power Score should be between 440 and 500.

But now, it had instantly broken through 600 points—that was the threshold for Grade 2 Martial Artist.

A First-grade Blood Qi Value producing a Grade 2 Combat Power Score?

And it seemed the numbers on the instrument showed no sign of stopping.

700, 800, 900...

"It's not going to break through the Third-grade Martial Artist Combat Power Value, is it?"

The staff member stared at the numbers on the instrument, completely dumbfounded.

As long as it reached 1000, that would be a solid Third-grade Martial Artist Combat Power Value.

"Ding!"

Just then, the instrument let out a prompt sound.

The number finally stopped at 980 points.

Seeing this score, the staff member let out a deep breath.

"Thank goodness, it didn't break 1000."

Even so, it was already enough to leave the staff member in disbelief.

A youth with a Blood Qi Value of only 219 cards had thrown a punch that scored 980 Combat Power Points, extremely close to a Third-grade Martial Artist's Combat Power Value.

Lin Mo, on the other hand, looked as if he had just realized something.

In truth, during this test, Lin Mo had only used the force of Military Boxing.

"So, Military Boxing can deal this kind of damage too."

Lin Mo made a mental note.

If he used the force of the Xuan-grade Hegemon Fist, this punch's number would probably double.

Calculating this way, if he went all out, his Combat Power Value should be around 2200 to 2500.

That absolutely surpassed a Third-grade Martial Artist's combat power, and should be very close to a Fourth-grade Martial Artist.

After all, the threshold for a Fourth-grade Martial Artist's Combat Power Value was only 3000.

"Not bad."

After estimating, Lin Mo nodded in satisfaction.

The staff member walked over at that moment.

"Mr. Lin, you'll need to wait a moment. Given your situation, the leadership needs to verify it one final time."

"Ah? What's wrong?"

Lin Mo was taken aback. Why did the test results need a final verification from the leadership?

"Well... it's because your Blood Qi Value is only above First-grade but hasn't reached Second-grade. However, your Combat Power Value is nearly at the threshold of a Third-grade Martial Artist. So, to determine whether you're a First-grade or Second-grade Martial Artist, our leader needs to confirm it."

"Uh... how long will that take?"

"It'll be quick. You can head over to the Martial Artist Hall next door and look around. I'll notify you once there's a result."

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"Alright, then."

Lin Mo nodded, left the testing room, and walked toward the Martial Artist Hall on the other side of the lobby.

Though called the Martial Artist Hall, it was essentially a shopping hall.

Here, one could buy various potions, materials, weapons, and equipment—and of course, some martial techniques.

Lin Mo stepped inside and found quite a crowd.

Martial artists, rarely seen on ordinary days, were gathered here in droves.

As they browsed the merchandise, they chatted freely about their recent opportunities.

Lin Mo went straight to the weapon counter.

He was planning to train in the wild next, so naturally, he needed to check out some suitable weapons.

"Damn, that's expensive!"

But after seeing the prices, Lin Mo felt the pinch of an empty wallet.

The weapons here were forged from special ores, far sturdier than the ordinary swords, spears, and claws used by common folk.

Exotic Beasts had tough hides and flesh; ordinary blades couldn't easily break through their defenses.

Only weapons made from these special ores could cut through an Exotic Beast's hide with ease.

However, the prices for such weapons were equally heart-wrenching.

Even a basic weapon cost tens of thousands.

His current martial technique was just Military Boxing—after all, before entering Martial University, few his age could even pass the Martial Artist Certification to leave the city.

At this stage, their main focus was on boosting Blood Qi and basic hand-to-hand combat.

Techniques for swords, spears, and claws did exist.

But they weren't like Military Boxing.

Military Boxing was free and available to everyone.

Other martial techniques, however, had to be purchased.

And the prices for techniques were even steeper than those for weapons.

Most people couldn't afford them.

So Lin Mo turned his gaze to the gauntlets.

"Black Iron Gauntlets, priced at 30,000—can easily break through the hide of a Level One Exotic Beast."

"Silver Gauntlets, priced at 60,000—can easily break through the hide of a Level Two Exotic Beast."

"Gold Gauntlets, priced at 150,000—can easily break through the hide of a Level Three Exotic Beast."

"Diamond Gauntlets, priced at 300,000—can easily break through the hide of a Level Four Exotic Beast."

"Obsidian Gauntlets, priced at 1,000,000—can easily break through the hide of a Level Five Exotic Beast."

"..."

Looking at the price list, Lin Mo stuck out his tongue. Damn, that was expensive!

After being certified as a First-grade Martial Artist, he'd only receive a monthly allowance of 10,000.

If this certification earned him the status of a Second-grade Martial Artist, his monthly allowance would be 30,000.

With that income, the most he could afford was the lowest-tier Black Iron Gauntlets.

Lin Mo's brow furrowed.

"Old Liu, you're really splurging. That Obsidian Saber costs a million, right?"

"Heh, you can't catch a wolf without risking a child. This mission might involve facing a Level Five Exotic Beast. If I don't gear up, I'll be the one suffering."

"Then why go? You're only a Fourth-grade Martial Artist—isn't it too risky to take on a Level Five Exotic Beast?"

At the same grade, a Level Five Exotic Beast was somewhat stronger than a Fifth-grade Martial Artist.

"Fortune favors the bold. There are two Fifth-graders leading the team, and we might only run into a Level Five Exotic Beast. This is just to be safe, right?"

"True, but didn't you just get a full set of Diamond-grade gear a few days ago? And now you're buying this—took out a loan, didn't you?"

"Of course. Where else would I get that much money? Everything I earned before went to buying Blood Qi Pills."

"..."

Hearing the conversation beside him, Lin Mo was taken aback, then broke into a smile.

How could he have forgotten about the loan.

Once his Martial Artist Certification went through, he could apply for a martial artist loan right here in the Martial Artist Building.

But given his current rank, he couldn't compare to that Old Liu from earlier—his loan limit would probably only be a few hundred thousand at most.

Still, it should be enough to get his hands on a Gold Gauntlets or even a Diamond Gauntlets.

Just as Lin Mo was weighing whether to take out a loan for the gauntlets, in another office nearby.

"First-grade blood vitality, combat power close to third-grade?"

Staring at the report handed over by the staff, Wang Xiao was dumbfounded.

"Where is he? Take me to see him."