Chapter 13

Middle-aged man walked to the center of the hall and glanced around.

"I am Zhou Xingwen, the examiner for this assessment!"

Zhou Xingwen had a very square appearance, tall, dark-skinned, looking somewhat honest.

"Good, Instructor Zhou."

Many people wore fawning smiles, greeting the examiner.

Zhou Xingwen nodded, took out a list, and read: "Wu Ziming, signing up for First‑Realm Martial Artist assessment, come up."

As soon as his voice fell, a slightly plump youth stood up.

"I will explain the test rules: first is Blood Qi test; after passing, we test combat power. Each person has two chances. I hope you cherish them."

Zhou Xingwen waved his hand, signaling Wu Ziming to come forward for testing.

Wu Ziming was obviously nervous, fists clenched, calves trembling nonstop.

This was not his first time taking the Martial Artist assessment; he had failed before, leaving him a psychological scar.

Here, Blood Qi is tested via blood analysis, which is much more precise than the Blood Qi chamber.

Zhou Xingwen took out a blood draw needle, drew a few drops of sample from Wu Ziming's hand, then placed it into the instrument.

"Drip!"

"Blood Qi test complete, 15.58 kar!"

Upon hearing the result, Wu Ziming let out a sigh of relief; this time he finally passed.

Before coming, he had specially taken a Blood Qi‑strengthening Dan Medicine; it seems to have some effect.

"Continue to the next combat power test."

Zhou Xingwen expressionless, led Wu Ziming to the punch power testing machine.

Wu Ziming gritted his teeth, exerted all his strength, and punched forward hard.

"Bang!"

"Punch power test, 1430 kg!"

"Failed, you still have one chance."

Yet another test was made, and the result was worse than the first.

The requirement for a First‑Realm Martial Artist's punch power is over 1500 kg.

Wu Ziming was only a little short of the passing line.

"How could this be?!"

"I tested a few days ago at the Martial Hall and clearly had over 1500 kg!"

Wu Ziming obviously could not accept it, his face turned pale, and he begged Zhou Xingwen for another chance.

Zhou Xingwen shook his head, seeing the man's lost‑soul look, and comforted: "It's normal for the Martial Hall's testing equipment to have errors; everything is based on the Martial Artist Association's test."

"Anyway, the Martial Artist assessment has no limit on attempts; go back and practice your power delivery, then return for assessment when your strength stabilizes."

Upon hearing that, Wu Ziming could only nod, head down, spiritless, and walked out of the assessment hall.

Seeing someone fail, the remaining few waiting in the hall became somewhat tense.

Just as Zhou Xingwen was about to call the next person up, the hall's door was shoved open forcefully.

"Sorry, I'm late."

A man in dark‑green military uniform walked in; he was tall, looked about thirty, with a thick beard.

The man strode with strong steps to Zhou Xingwen's front, smiling and saying: "Sorry to trouble you, Instructor Zhou; I was delayed on the way."

"It's Brother Wang," Zhou Xingwen smiled, "You're being too formal; come up for testing first, and later we'll grab a drink together."

The sudden appearance of the military‑clad man made the few waiting people somewhat dissatisfied.

"What gives him the right to cut in line, just because he's from the military?"

"Exactly, why? We've been waiting this long."

Finally someone couldn't hold back and stepped forward.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Xingwen wore a look of disdain, sneering: "What are you shouting for? He's here for the Third‑Realm Martial Artist assessment, and military personnel naturally have priority!"

"They shed blood on the battlefield, defending home and country; what's wrong with cutting in line?"

"This......"

After Zhou Xingwen's words, the few who had been anxious and jumping fell silent instantly.

Third‑Realm Martial Artist!

And a combat‑tested soldier from the military!

In this world where the strong are revered, having a bit of privilege is completely normal.

The military man glanced at the few who had just protested, snorted coldly, and walked straight to the testing area.

With Zhou Xingwen's help, he took the blood test.

Soon, the instrument displayed a string of numbers.

"Drip!"

"Blood Qi test complete, 42.58 kar!"

"Hiss......"

The hall filled with the sound of drawing in cold breath.

The Blood Qi standard for a Third‑Realm Martial Artist is 40 kar; the military man has already met this standard.

Moreover, he exceeded it by 2 kar—know that the higher the Blood Qi value, the harder it is to increase.

Next is the punch power test.

The soldier in uniform took a deep breath, and the clothing on his right arm swelled up.

Bang!

This punch was extremely fast; except for Lu Jing, nobody could see its trajectory.

With the Contemplation Method enhancing reaction speed, Lu Jing saw every move of the man in military uniform.

"This punch isn't simple...... It seems to use some special force‑generation method; although its effect is far inferior to Burning Force, it can still boost explosive power a bit, and it should be commonly used in the army."

Beep!

The testing equipment started up, "Punch power test, 4458 kg!"

Test passed!

As soon as this data appeared, everyone present widened their eyes.

Too strong!

It far exceeded the passing line by over 400 kg!

It seems this military‑uniformed man has securely passed this evaluation.

The few people who had just stepped forward to scold the military‑uniformed man for cutting in line are now completely done for.

Now we only hope the military‑uniformed man doesn't remember them; otherwise, offending a Third‑Realm Martial Artist would have no good outcome.

"Brother Wang, awesome! The combat power data has been evaluated; you perfectly passed this evaluation!"

Zhou Xingwen said with a smile: "Wait over there for a moment; after I finish testing these people, let's go drink together!"

Hmm.

The man in military uniform nodded, walked to the rear seats and sat down, a hint of pride appearing on his face as he was very satisfied with his performance.

The evaluation continued; the upcoming participants were mostly First‑Realm Martial Artist assessments, and most of them failed.

"Lu Jing, sign up for the First‑Realm Martial Artist evaluation, come up."

Finally, it was Lu Jing's turn to be tested.

Lu Jing stood up, and everyone's gaze in the hall focused on him.

Because Lu Jing looked too young, like a high school student.

Such a young child also came to take the Martial Artist evaluation?

Even the man in military uniform gave Lu Jing a few more looks, a spark of interest arising in him.

"Lu Jing, it's your first evaluation; take it slow, no need to rush."

Zhou Xingwen rarely treated examinees this kindly, comforting Lu Jing not to be nervous.

Lu Jing nodded, cooperating by taking a drop of blood from his fingertip and placing it into the testing equipment.

The equipment started up, and everyone eagerly awaited Lu Jing's test results.

The next moment, the equipment emitted a "beep" sound.

"Blood Qi test completed, 25.36 ka!"

What?

Holy shit, is this Blood Qi value real or fake!

Once everyone heard the tester's announcement clearly, the place instantly exploded.