Chapter 4: Quasi-Warrior Assessment

About half a month passed quickly in Xiao Yu's continuous training with his father; he also gradually adapted to his present body and gradually merged his past-life combat experience into it.

In fact, he had already adapted to his present body three days after the college entrance exam; however, turning combat experience into bodily instinct truly took some time.

During that period, although he also went out once with some friends and classmates as a farewell to three years of high school, after the college entrance exam everyone went their separate ways.

Those with good college entrance exam scores, who passed the undergraduate line, especially the outstanding ones went to Jiangnan's First Military Academy; those a bit weaker could still get into a decent university.

Those with decent strength, like Xiao Yu and Xiao Ling, basically all choose to take the martial artist path.

Those with poor college entrance exam scores but wealthy families either rely on connections to enter related units, or simply work at their own family's company.

Finally, those lacking strength, poor at studies, and with unfavorable backgrounds can only look for work everywhere; fortunately, today's society always has job openings, though the pay may be somewhat lower.

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July 1.

Today is the day of the monthly Extreme Martial Arts Hall quasi-warrior assessment; Xiao Yu, after breakfast, came to the Extreme Martial Arts Hall headquarters next to the warrior dormitory area in Yangzhou City—Extreme Hall.

"Xiao Yu, are you here for the quasi-warrior assessment?" In the hall lobby, a sweet-looking girl smiled and said, "How come you're here so early? The quasi-warrior assessment doesn't start until ten in the morning, when everyone does it together."

"Yes! Senior Lin Ting, aren't we preparing for the assessment?"

Xiao Yu was fairly familiar with this place, having come here a few times with his father before; he walked toward a small bar at the side of the hall lobby, where there was a waiter and a bartender.

Xiao Yu glanced over; four people were scattered around the bar, two chatting with each other, the other two sitting silently respectively, one of whom he recognized—none other than the renowned Luo Feng.

"Hey, Luo Feng, you're also here for the quasi-warrior assessment?" Xiao Yu greeted Luo Feng.

"Yeah, Xiao Yu, I didn't expect you to come too." Luo Feng laughed.

"Did you find out why you fainted during the last college entrance exam? It couldn't be related to when I bumped into you, could it?"

"It's an old problem; I've had a few unexplained fainting spells since childhood."

As time passed, three more people arrived one after another; these three were relatively old, at least in their thirties, showing how difficult it is to become a warrior and people's yearning for warrior privileges.

"Hey, Luo Feng!" a loud voice rang out.

Xiao Yu turned his head and saw a thin man with a ferocious scar on his face walking over; this must be Yang Wu.

"Brother Yang?" Luo Feng quickly stood up to greet him, "You're also here for the quasi-warrior assessment?"

"Speaking of which, it's pretty embarrassing; last month I came for a test once. Unfortunately—I tested my speed, only reaching 24.9 meters per second. I was just a little short, so I didn't pass." Yang Wu said helplessly.

Actually, Yang Wu had already passed the tests for punching power and nerve reaction speed; his weakness is speed.

Xiao Yu was also a bit curious about this Yang Wu, so he approached him.

"Brother Yang, this is my friend Xiao Yu." Luo Feng introduced.

"Xiao Yu, I recall that not long ago, in Yangzhou City's Extreme Hall, someone under eighteen years old with the surname Xiao passed the warrior assessment." Yang Wu frowned, thinking.

"That would be Xiao Ling, right? That's my sister!" Xiao Yu felt annoyed; wherever he went, he could hear Xiao Ling's reputation.

"Ah! Even under Senior Qiang, there are no weak subordinates!" The surrounding people murmured; evidently several of them also knew Xiao Ling.

"Quiet down." A cold shout came from the center of the hall.

Instantly, the nine people present turned their heads; they saw a middle-aged man in loose training clothes glance over and say, "Come on, everyone follow me upstairs; we'll immediately take the quasi-warrior assessment. Remember, behave once upstairs—today an old friend of Yangzhou City's chief instructor has come, so don't cause trouble."

"Yes." The nine people in the field respectfully replied.

After entering the elevator, the middle-aged man in loose sportswear pressed the '6' button.

"Ding!" The elevator arrived at the sixth floor.

Whoosh!

The elevator doors opened, revealing a huge training hall where a dozen or so people had gathered.

"People have arrived, stop chatting." A middle-aged man with loose hair spoke; the dozen or so people in the training hall turned their heads to look at Xiao Yu and the nine others. Facing the gaze of those dozen or so people, Xiao Yu's heart tightened; he felt some nervousness, even though he was fully confident, after all it concerned his future path.

This middle-aged man with loose hair, Xiao Yu recognized; he had seen him a few times with his father before. He was Wu Tong, the head of Extreme Hall and Yangzhou City's chief instructor.

"Prepare for the test." Wu Tong ordered.

"One by one, come over and hand over your ID." Warrior Meng Jun, who had earlier led Luo Feng and the eight others up, took the IDs from Xiao Yu and the nine others, handed them directly to Chief Instructor Wu Tong, and said with a smile, "Boss, there are still quite a few people today. Nine of them, even the little brat from the Xiao Family has come!"

"Hmm." Wu Tong specially took out Xiao Yu's ID and slid it across the nearby activated instrument.

Beep!

The instrument popped out a crystal-clear, seemingly transparent screen, on which a large amount of personal information appeared.

"First, Xiao Yu." Wu Tong said indifferently, "Undergo the punching power test. Take the assessment seriously; don't lose face for your father Xiao Dingguo."

"Don't worry, Uncle Wu, I'm confident." Xiao Yu nodded seriously.

Having said that, he immediately stepped forward, his body coiling like a fully drawn bow, and his right fist swiftly struck the punching target, which trembled slightly.

The screen of the punching power tester immediately displayed the number—'991kg'.

It seems his punching power has increased quite a bit after this month of training.

"Pass, next is Tong Guan." The chief instructor casually slid the second ID across the instrument, glanced at the detailed records, and said, "You people from the military also come to my Extreme Martial Arts Hall for assessment—interesting."

The bearded big man immediately stepped forward, his eyes widening, he blocked his face with his left hand, and his right fist arced and smashed into the giant punching target, which only trembled slightly. The punching power tester's screen immediately displayed the number—'986kg'.

"Pass, next is Luo Feng." Wu Tong glanced at the ID information and was slightly surprised, "Huh, eighteen years old? Lao Jiang, this is from your Yi'an Qu, right? When did such a talented youngster appear?"

Although Xiao Yu is also eighteen, his household registration remains in the main city district, not Yi'an Qu; his attending Yi'an First High School was also a matter of fate.

Luo Feng stood before the punching target, his legs suddenly exerting force; his body twisted slightly at the waist and hips, erupting with powerful force that instantly channeled into his arm. He threw a punch, and the screen displayed—'1101kg'.

"Good." Xiao Yu cheered.

"Not bad." Immediately, many of the warriors present began to praise.

Wu Tong stroked his chin, nodded, and said, "Not bad, young man, you're a promising seedling. Hmm, passed. Next, Bai Yang."

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The nine quickly finished the punching power test; only one was unlucky, with a punching power of 892kg, just shy of the passing line, and was eliminated. The next stage, the speed test, left only eight people.

"One by one, in reverse order from before, first is Yang Wu." Chief Instructor Wu Tong ordered.

Previously, Xiao Yu was the first to be tested; now, for the speed test, he is the last.

Yang Wu took a deep breath and came to the front of the speed tester.

"Yang Wu, keep it up!" Xiao Yu encouraged.

"Brother Yang, keep it up!" Luo Feng also lightly patted Yang Wu on the shoulder.

Even Yi'an Qu instructor Jiang Nian, standing nearby, looked a little nervous; indeed Yang Wu had taken the test many times, each time falling short by a hair in speed, which was truly a pity.

This time Yang Wu also let go; his face was ferocious, veins on his forehead throbbing, he gritted his teeth and sprinted wildly toward the finish line.

"25.1 m/s, Yang Wu, not bad luck. You actually crossed the line." Jiang Nian laughed heartily.

"Phew, that was close." Yang Wu himself laughed; this time he truly exerted all his strength to run.

"Mm, passed!" Chief Instructor Wu Tong also showed a smile, "Next."

One by one, the personnel took the test; soon it was the last one, Xiao Yu's turn.

"Xiao Yu!" Wu Tong called out.

"Keep it up, brother. The madman's speed test is already passed; you need to keep it up too—we'll go together for the martial artist practical combat assessment." Yang Wu encouraged.

"Yeah, Xiao Yu, we'll go together for the martial artist practical combat assessment!" Luo Feng stepped forward and said solemnly.

Xiao Yu nodded, walked onto the track, slightly adjusted his breathing, made no extra movements; his body had always been ready.

Whoosh!

Xiao Yu was like a leopard, his speed incredibly swift, clearly faster than the previous few; even Luo Feng couldn't match it.

Xiao Yu looked back and saw Luo Feng and Yang Wu both giving a thumbs-up.

"Not bad!"

"29.5 m/s, faster than Luo Feng's 28.6 m/s by a notch." Yang Wu praised.

"Indeed, Xiao Yu, I didn't expect your speed to be so fast!" Luo Feng also praised; in his view, Xiao Yu's strength wasn't as high as his, but his speed was greater, which was quite remarkable.

"Speed is not bad, actually far above the passing line." Wu Tong nodded with a smile; this assessment yielded two promising seedlings, also a good gain.

This round of speed testing eliminated two more, leaving six people.

"Come with me next for the nerve reaction speed test." Wu Tong led everyone to the nerve reaction testing room.

This is a spacious room of about one hundred square meters.

A tall, valuable instrument stood on the floor; its front end had individual outlets like a six-barrel Gatling gun, but far more—dozens of outlets.

"First, Xiao Yu." Wu Tong said.

Xiao Yu immediately stepped to the front of the tester's muzzle, inside a circle three point six meters in diameter.

"Click!" The switch was turned on.

The edge of the three-point-six-meter-diameter circle immediately shot out a misty red laser upward.

"Xiao Yu, remember, no matter what, you must not leave the circle; leaving it means failure. Touching the red light deducts points." After Wu Tong finished speaking, he walked to the nerve reaction tester, pressed several buttons, and adjusted the test intensity.

"Click—click—" the huge muzzle of the nerve reaction tester began to spin, and the dozens of barrels inside almost instantly emitted streams of red light, varying in speed, with chaotic flight paths.

Xiao Yu stared fixedly at the muzzle ahead; although he knew the muzzle fired rubber bullets, he still regarded them as normal bullets.

His gaze followed each bullet's trajectory; his body naturally swayed forward, backward, left, and right, as if instinctive.

Several times he barely slipped through the gaps between bullets; of course, some were too fast to dodge, so he could only take a hit.

"This kid is not bad; his reaction speed seems even better." The martial artists watching nearby began to discuss.

"This kid's movement technique has already reached the entry-level subtlety." Wu Tong's face showed a smile as he thought to himself.

Actually Xiao Yu's movement technique had already reached perfection; limited by the current environment, he could only display this level, at most a senior entry-level subtlety.

"Whooo—" After Wu Tong pressed the button, the nerve reaction tester slowed and stopped, and a long string of numbers appeared on the screen.

"Within sixty seconds, hit eight times, no red light touched. Excellent!" Wu Tong smiled, "Not bad, Xiao Yu, you haven't embarrassed the Xiao Family."

After my soul transmigration, the first step is finally done; next is preparing for the practical combat assessment.

"Mm." Xiao Yu replied.

"Congratulations, Xiao Yu!" Luo Feng congratulated.

Xiao Yu also said softly: "Luo Feng, with your strength there's definitely no problem."

Yang Wu also said with a surprised smile: "Xiao Yu, congratulations, you're now a prospective martial artist. As long as you pass the martial artist practical combat assessment, you'll be a full martial artist!"

Xiao Yu also said softly to Yang Wu: "Your nerve reaction test pass is definitely no problem; then we three will do the practical combat assessment together."

"Alright, next, Tong Guan." Wu Tong said by the nerve reaction tester.

Tong Guan's nerve reaction speed test was poor; within sixty seconds he was hit fifty-seven times, touched the red light three times. Unqualified, he was eliminated.

"Next, Luo Feng." Wu Tong said.

Before the college entrance exam, Luo Feng was usually hit fifty to fifty-five times in sixty seconds; after his physical quality improved, his nerve reaction became faster.

"Within sixty seconds, hit twenty-eight times, no red light touched. Excellent!" Chief Instructor Wu Tong smiled, "Not bad, Luo Feng, congratulations; once the official documents arrive and your information is entered into the citizen identity database, you will be a prospective martial artist!"

Only after being recorded in the citizen identity information can martial artists truly enjoy various privileges; generally this takes within seven days.

"Next, Bai Yang."

Soon, the two were tested consecutively, both failed.

"Last, Yang Wu!" Wu Tong shouted.

Soon Yang Wu's results also came out.

"Sixty seconds, hit fifty-two times, no red light touched, qualified. Passed!" Chief Wu Tong said.

"August 1st martial artist practical combat assessment. At that time, gather in the morning at Extreme Hall; under the instructors' lead, together with other prospective martial artists go outside the human base city to hunt monsters! After passing the practical combat assessment, you will be true martial artists." Wu Tong said to the three who had already passed the prospective martial artist test.

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