Chapter 9: Warrior Real Combat Assessment

In the blink of an eye, it was already July 31st.

On the sixth‑floor training hall of the Jixian Wuguan in Yangzhou City, two youths in training robes were locked in a fierce duel.

One of them, wearing a gray training robe, gripped a black Long Spear with both hands; as his hands trembled, a flash of cold light burst from the spear tip, turning into afterimages that rushed toward his opponent.

The other youth, clad in black, wielded a hexagonal shield in his left hand and a blood‑red War Blade in his right; his figure flickered during attack and defense, always evading the opponent's strikes by a hair's breadth.

After a while, both were drenched in sweat and came to a halt.

"Damn, Luo Feng, your micro‑level footwork is amazing; my spear shaft is almost smoking, yet I still can't hit you!"

Zhou Yang tossed his Long Spear aside and collapsed ungracefully onto the training hall floor, panting heavily.

He won with exquisite, agile footwork, while Zhou Yang prevailed with robust physical condition.

A glint of light shone in the gloomy youth's eyes, as if he had glimpsed the most delicious food, brimming with desire.

Early the next morning, Zhou Yang, Luo Feng and over thirty Quasi‑Martial Artists were escorted by a Warrior of the Jixian Wuguan onto a train bound for the Northern Military District of Jiangnan City.

He then grinned, nodded, and said:

"Alright, let's compare!"

"My name is Wan Dong," the youth with a birthmark said.

"Okay, Zhou Yang, Luo Feng, you two follow Wu Tongzuo."

He said no more, and swiftly entered a state of refining Cosmic energy into his body.

Neither of us can hit the other, nor can either of us knock the other down; no one can completely defeat the other.

There were iron‑hair wild boars as massive as tanks, packs of tiger cats, and swarms of flying monsters whizzing overhead.

But those monsters kept their distance, daring not to approach the camp.

"Luo Feng."

Zhou Yang quickly donned combat gear and alloy combat boots, grasped a black Long Spear in both hands, and strapped an alloy dagger to his waist.

Zhou Yang stared at the bustling crowd around him, his mouth hanging open.

"My name is Ma Xiao," another youth said with a smile.

Only by passing the Warrior Real Combat Assessment can one become an official Warrior.

"Koo‑chi— Koo‑chi—"

Their purpose this trip was to undergo this Warrior Real Combat Assessment.

The sudden influx of so many Quasi‑Martial Artists into the Northern Military District made it instantly bustling.

In the second‑floor lounge, several people were gathered, and among them was someone Zhou Yang and Luo Feng knew—their angel investor, one of the four giants of the Jixian Wuguan in Jiangnan City, Zhuge Tao!

He treated the combat prodigy Luo Chengzhu as a human test subject to evaluate his training results.

But immediately Luo Feng turned to Zhou Yang and said with a smile:

"Go wild, then we'll see just how much weight you actually have!"

"Quasi‑Martial Artists, the train is about to arrive at the station; please prepare to disembark."

Hearing Luo Feng's words, Zhou Yang was slightly stunned; this part wasn't in the original.

"Isn't the pressure you gave too much?" Luo Feng chuckled, "Besides, after just training, the massive consumption of bodily energy is the perfect time for the Gene Primal Energy Cultivation Method to work best; we can't miss it!"

Soon, the train gradually slowed, and a staff announcement tone sounded over the intercom—

As exclamations rose, Zhou Yang and his group of Quasi‑Martial Artists all turned to look around.

"Remember, Quasi‑Martial Artists are prohibited from killing each other; all your actions are under surveillance, and violators will be executed on the spot!"

Zhou Yang and Luo Feng both smiled and nodded.

However, Zhou Yang and Luo Feng had already joined the Jixian Wuguan early, paid little heed to the propaganda, and simply closed their eyes to rest.

Thanks to the mysterious effect of Meteor Tear, his physical attributes surged rapidly, surpassing Luo Feng's current level by a large margin, and his speed and reflexes also improved greatly.

"Uncle Wu, what do you want us to do?"

Meanwhile, Luo Feng still wielded his usual hexagonal shield paired with a blood‑shadow War Blade.

"Zhou Yang, Luo Feng, follow me."

The camp spanned a vast area; especially around its perimeter, countless heavy and heat weapons were visible, their barrels pointing outward, and many soldiers brandished fine arms.

"This assessment follows the usual rules! It starts promptly at 6:30 pm tonight and ends at 6:30 am tomorrow morning!"

He shook his head, quickly sat cross‑legged, and after a moment entered a cultivation state.

……

He gritted his teeth and coldly snorted:

"Don't blame me; how did this guy's physical condition increase so fast? Even a spear thrust through the shield makes my arm tingle!"

But at that moment Zhou Yang and Luo Feng had already turned toward Wu Tongzuo's spot; only the backs of their heads responded to him.

"Hahaha, the two little guys are interesting."

The youth named Wan Dong said, "Do you two have the guts to compare? Tonight's Warrior Real Combat Assessment—who will score first?"

However, his training time was still too short; against Luo Feng, whose footwork had already reached the micro level, he was clearly at a disadvantage.

A benevolent Warrior even dubbed the two the "Yangzhou City Twin Stars," leaving Zhou Yang and Luo Feng both amused and exasperated.

"Haha, whoever loses today will have to train through the night!"

Every now and then, he would occasionally invite Luo Feng to the Jixian Wuguan for joint training and sparring.

Zhuge Tao, watching this scene, laughed.

The two followed the massive crowd of Quasi‑Martial Artists into the large camp beside the station.

In the past month, he and Zhou Yang had fought countless times, yet could never decisively determine a winner.

However, the two he stared at were both disinterested and muttered a casual remark.

Just like in the original, after Luo Feng displayed his strength, he quickly drew the attention of the Wuguan instructors and, after a round of assessment, was also recruited early into the Jixian Wuguan.

The burly man from Leidian Wuguan directly said:

"Ha ha, you two kids, any interest in joining my Leidian Wuguan...?"

The burly man looked at the two young people beside him, and they both immediately stood up.

"Me? Giving you pressure?"

Meanwhile, the small town used for the assessment below was bustling with noise.

"Zhuge, these are the two geniuses your Jixian Wuguan recruited this year? They don't look that great."

Zhou Yang, Luo Feng and more than 1,600 Quasi-Martial Artists were led to the entrance of the town.

"Let's go, we need to assemble!"

"Snort!"

Warriors from the military district, after guiding them through lunch, began issuing combat uniforms and weapons to these Quasi-Martial Artists.

"The more monsters you slay, the more points you earn. For each monster killed, cut off its left ear as proof."

"Yangzi, how about we compare ourselves?"

Zhou Yang and Luo Feng exchanged a glance and quickly followed.

Therefore, it wouldn't be that easy for Luo Feng to completely defeat him.

Wow!

As the carriage doors opened, countless Quasi-Martial Artists in each carriage rushed out of the train.

In the distance, Wu Tong's shout could be heard.

The train sped along the tracks, while the screens inside the carriages alternately displayed recruitment ads from Jixian Wuguan, Leidian Wuguan and other major forces.

These combat uniforms and weapons were provided free of charge by the military district according to the Quasi-Martial Artists' requests, but must be returned after the assessment.

Am I that powerful now? Is it time to pressure Lord Luo?

"Not interested."

"Look outside the camp, so many monsters!"

Opposite Zhuge Tao, a burly man in dark purple armor spoke, his voice echoing as if from his chest, "My Leidian Wuguan also pre-recruited two this time, one with outstanding physical quality, the other a firearms prodigy."

Soon, the group arrived on the second floor of a quiet little building.

Zhou Yang pursed his lips wordlessly, "Why does this sound so off coming from you, the child of destiny? You've always been the one giving me pressure!"

"Supervisor," Zhou Yang and Luo Feng called respectfully.

Beyond the camp's warning line, some famished monsters let out a series of roars.

The train's speed gradually slowed until it came to a complete stop.

Luo Feng, who is fiercely competitive, now felt a hint of desire to duel.

Not long after, a soldier came to announce that the assessment below was ready.

The two responded in unison, while the gloomy youth Wan Dong, left hanging aside, grew even more sullen.

"Oh?"

"Zhou Yang, Luo Feng."

"Indeed, it's my first time seeing so many Quasi-Martial Artists!" Luo Feng beside him exclaimed.

"That must be over a thousand people; Jiangnan Base City has so many Quasi-Martial Artists!"

Zhuge Tao, clad in a dark black combat uniform that faintly shimmered with specks of silver, smiled lightly.

Zhou Yang, watching his posture, couldn't help but click his tongue, speechless, saying:

"I say, Luo lunatic, the real combat assessment is tomorrow, and you're still pushing so hard—can't you rest a bit?"

When the time comes, some exclusive Warrior privileges will be unlocked, such as a forum only Warriors can browse—and the permission to purchase battle manuals!

For the past month, Zhou Yang has daily practiced the Gene primal cultivation method, aided by Meteor Tear; his physical condition has surged, and now his punching power is close to six thousand kilograms.

Zhou Yang and Luo Feng looked ahead and saw the two youths: one bore a purple birthmark on his face and wore a slightly gloomy expression, the other had a delicate, almost feminine appearance.

Zhou Yang and Luo Feng sat in the corner with Wu Tong, silently listening to the elders on the second floor chatting and laughing.

"Zhou Yang."

In terms of footwork and combat skills, under the guidance of his father Zhou Yong, he is rapidly maturing.

"Remember, if you're seriously injured, you can press the distress button on your communication watch. Someone will rescue you immediately... but that moment also marks the end of your Warrior real-combat assessment."

A military officer began giving them the final briefing.

By now, he has been living in the Mingyue Xiaoqu of Yangzhou City for almost a month.

Luo Feng also sat on the ground, quickly assuming the Five-Heart-to-Heaven stance.

In the Mingyue Xiaoqu, two young prodigies pre-recruited by Jixian Wuguan suddenly emerged, causing a considerable stir in the community's Warrior circle.

Monsters were dropped by the army into the town, and the number of monsters in the town quickly reached a staggering figure.

"Finally, may everyone successfully pass this assessment!"

With the officer's words ending, this Warrior real-combat assessment officially began!

(End of chapter)