Chapter 252: The Upcoming Combat Assessment

The Extreme Martial Arts School is a behemoth that can compete with national-level powers like Hanxia and America,

and in terms of strength alone, it even exceeds the HR Alliance, which claims to control 70% of the world,

with millions of people inside, and various study classes and training camps for improving strength that are hard to calculate.

As an outsider who had been spinning outside the martial artist circle before,

even though he often chatted with netizens on the internet,

browsed various web pages, and collected information about the martial arts circle just like before crossing over, the information he could collect was still too little.

After all, a lot of confidential information is stored in the private networks of various powers,

and is never uploaded to the internet.

'Forget it, there will be a way when the car reaches the mountain, and the boat will naturally be straight when it reaches the bridge.'

Zhang Jie, whose brain was aching from thinking, decided to abandon this question for the time being.

It wouldn't be too late to think about it when his strength "grows" normally to an intermediate War General.

Given the style of the Extreme Martial Arts School, this opportunity is highly likely to be an opportunity, not a trap.

In this regard, Zhang Jie still has some confidence:

Although the *Swallowed Star* world also has villains who are jealous of the talented,

and hypocritical senior experts who want to wipe out geniuses,

it is at least stronger than a world like *Perfect World*, where even if there are life-and-death enemies outside,

they fight to the death internally, and even the descendants of heroes and

leaders can be slandered as sinful blood.

In terms of internal fighting, the remnant immortals of the Immortal Palace and Sword Valley,

and the various longevity families are simply experts among experts.

To be honest, sometimes Zhang Jie doesn't know whether the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths represent justice, or if the sincere unity,

even if the Immortal Kings can pay their own eternal lives for the interface, represents justice.

"Alright, I won't disturb your cultivation."

The data that needed to be tested was tested, and the words that needed to be entrusted were entrusted, so Jiang Nian proposed to leave.

As a pavilion master, even if he is only a branch pavilion master of a district, he is also very busy.

For the past two days, in order to squeeze out time to specially entertain Zhang Jie, he had to work overtime until eight or nine in the evening.

However, he was happy to do this kind of thing; discovering a genius like Zhang Jie

brought an extraordinary sense of satisfaction, and the rewards given by the headquarters were also beyond his imagination.

It was just that he knew it was impossible, otherwise he really wanted to shout:

"Let more geniuses like this come!"

"Okay, Uncle Jiang, I'll see you off."

Zhang Jie sent Jiang Nian away, then opened an exclusive cultivation room to start cultivating.

Although Gene Energy cannot continue to be cultivated because there is no guiding technique,

punching power and physical strength are only part of strength, and other moves and footwork are also very important.

Especially since *Swallowed Star* is a world that emphasizes force multiples,

almost every genius can unleash killing moves that are several times the basic punching power.

Temporarily without footwork manuals, Zhang Jie planned to use the *Lingbo Micro-steps* provided by the *Heavenly Dragon* Zhang Jie to make do.

"*Lingbo Micro-steps*, silk socks produce dust... movement has no constant rule, as if dangerous, as if safe. Advancing and stopping are hard to predict, as if going, as if returning..."

Zhang Jie recited the *Lingbo Micro-steps* formula while practicing according to the hexagrams of the *I Ching*.

The following days had nothing worth mentioning; it was just cultivation, rest,

occasionally chatting with his best friend Luo Feng, and guiding his cultivation.

Time blinked and arrived at August 1st, which was also the twice-a-year,

mid-year martial artist combat assessment day.

The train station in the north of Yangzhou City, Jiangnan Base City, was crowded with people.

Most were a middle-aged man and woman seeing off a young man.

These young people were clearly prospective martial artists going to participate in the martial artist combat assessment.

Because the assessment venue was located in Jiangnan Base City,

and Yangzhou City, as one of the eight satellite cities of Jiangnan Base City, was separated from the base city by a vast wilderness,

where monsters ran rampant, and prospective martial artists didn't have the strength to pass through alone,

so the base city officials directly approved a special train.

"A-Jie, good luck."

Luo Feng, who was still in the martial arts school and had to attend classes every day, specially asked for leave to cheer for his good brother.

"Wait for my good news."

Zhang Jie gave a very confident answer.

He had determined to get this official martial artist qualification certificate this time,

even Jesus couldn't keep it; Zhang Jie said so!

Under Luo Feng's gaze, Zhang Jie strode into the station.

For today's assessment, the station specially opened a passage, and the way was extremely smooth.

After verifying his ID card, Zhang Jie followed the passage to a high-speed train with over a dozen carriages.

The high-strength alloy carriages of this high-speed train had quite a few scratches and marks,

both from the sharp claws of raptors and the beast paws magnified dozens of times; clearly, its journey here was not very peaceful.

Arriving in the carriage, Zhang Jie glanced around casually,

finding that he had arrived relatively early and was the first person to get on this carriage.

However, he didn't care about these things, casually found a window seat and sat down,

then closed his eyes to rest, conserving energy for the subsequent combat assessment.

Although a martial artist assessment aimed at prospective martial artists was a piece of cake for him,

his consistent caution still made him accustomed to maintaining a state of full victory.

After all, in this era where beasts run rampant in the wild, no one can say for sure whether tomorrow or an accident will come first.

It's possible that a King-level beast might suddenly launch a sneak attack; a lion fighting a rabbit also uses its full strength.

Slowly, passengers came onto the carriage in twos and threes,

including young people around seventeen or eighteen or nineteen who were looking around curiously.

There were also older youths who looked steady, should be over twenty-five,

were very familiar with the carriage, should have already participated in the martial artist combat assessment,

but didn't pass, and were coming for a second or third attempt.

However, most of those who could pass the prospective martial artist assessment were not stupid; they looked at Zhang Jie, who was closing his eyes to rest,

and one by one they also sat in their seats and kept quiet, saving energy for the upcoming assessment.

"Dear passengers, this train is about to start; please do not walk around at will."

Half an hour later, a sweet female voice came from the loudspeaker in the corner of the carriage to remind them.

'What a big deal, only so few people are sitting on a train.'

Zhang Jie, whose mental power was released and was "watching" the carriage that was still more than half empty, clicked his tongue in wonder.

With so few passengers, even if it was charged at the normal rate, I'm afraid it wouldn't even cover the costs.

If this were before crossing over, that Spring and Autumn Airlines, which almost launched standing tickets in the air to increase passenger volume,

would probably be scolded bloody by the company's board of directors, and then directly fired with a two-piece set.

'However, this is also normal.

Even though Jiangnan Base City is a large base city with hundreds of millions of people,

there are only over one hundred thousand martial artists, and the prospective martial artists for one assessment are only about two or three thousand.

Yangzhou City, as a satellite city, having a few hundred prospective martial artists participating in the assessment is not bad.

Moreover, this is only the first assessment, and the number of participants should also be a few hundred.'

Zhang Jie expressed understanding for the military dividing the assessment into groups of a few hundred.

If several thousand people were put into one examination room at once, how big would this examination room have to be?

You know, this is not a liberal arts exam like the college entrance exam that only requires a pen and a table;

this is a combat assessment that requires real knives and guns to fight with beasts.

Just to examine a prospective martial artist's performance when being sneak-attacked by a beast requires providing a venue of dozens of square meters. ===== CHAPTER 253 =====