Martial Artist Examination Room.
Over fifty young n and won from different races gathered in front of the testing platform. The three stewards from the Martial Artist Association on the platform scanned the crowd, confird that everyone for the assessnt was present, and the leading elderly man from the Three-Eyed Race motioned for the accompanying mbers of the association to close the examination room’s door.
"The martial artist assessnt officially begins. Next, individuals ntioned by number will co forward for testing." The elder’s resounding voice silenced the sowhat noisy young martial artists.
Lin Qi also leaned over.
The entire martial artist examination room was large, with just the runway on the platform asuring fifty ters long. Additionally, there was a strength tester the size of a truck and a transparent sealed chamber for testing speed, strength, and Qi and blood value, respectively. The testing was relatively straightforward.
The Three-Eyed elder glanced at the list on his smart watch and directly called out, "Number 1, Tust, you’re the first to co up and test your speed. Each of you only has one chance, and you cannot take the assessnt a second ti within a month, so please cherish this opportunity."
A young man from the Half-Scale Race stepped out from the crowd, nodded, and stood at the starting line on the runway.
At this mont, the young n and won below the platform also turned to watch the young man from the Half-Scale Race, curious about what level this number one could achieve.
Imdiately, as the whistle sounded on the track, the young man from the Half-Scale Race took off like a whirlwind, crossing the fifty-ter distance to the other side in less than two seconds, his speed leaving many present in awe.
"Such incredible speed."
"This speed is probably over thirty-five ters per second."
Many young n and won present viewed the young man from the Half-Scale Race with a different gaze, each carrying so caution.
The young martial artists participating in the assessnt at this ti were almost all aiming for the Genius Training Camp in Chasing Light City, effectively making them competitors.
Soon, the display board by the runway showed a precise record of 37.64 ters per second, a precision unmatched by external testing machines.
Subsequently, the young man from the Half-Scale Race approached the strength tester and punched with all his might.
Boom!
The strength tester swayed slightly, displaying a result of 1862.57 kilograms.
Finally, he entered the transparent sealed chamber, and with a roar, the young man from the Half-Scale Race, Tust, ignited all his Qi and blood, with mist faintly rising on the surface of his body. The sealed chamber vibrated slightly, allowing everyone present to feel the strength of his Qi and blood.
Qi and blood value of 152.3 units!
This number caused an uproar in the crowd.
Superior potential!
Such potential suggests there is an eighty to ninety percent chance of getting into the Genius Training Camp in previous years’ assessnts.
"Hmm, impressive. I didn’t expect the Half-Scale Race to produce another seed this year, achieving such results before turning twenty-two. Entry into the Genius Training Camp is nearly certain." The Three-Eyed elder admired the performance of the young Half-Scale Race man after finishing the test.
"Indeed impressive, certainly a seed candidate for competing in the top ten of this year’s Genius Training Camp." Feng Geling nodded with a smile at the young man from the Half-Scale Race.
As a mber of the Half-Scale Race, the stronger the Half-Scale Race, the more influence they hold in Chasing Light City, benefiting martial artists like them from the Half-Scale Race as well.
The Genius Training Camp in Chasing Light City is a place that pools resources specifically to cultivate strong individuals. The top ten recruits each term receive ample martial artist resources. As long as they maintain their rank and graduate, they can enter the higher echelons of Chasing Light City, with limitless prospects.
"Steward Feng, I noticed earlier at the door you seed to be chatting with a young man from the Human Race." A curious steward from the Crystal Race asked, "You seed to chat a lot. Does this young man from the Human Race have great talent?"
Feng Geling is known for being aloof in the Martial Artist Association. Generally, unless facing young martial artists from the Half-Scale Race or those with extraordinary talent who might rise to high positions in Chasing Light City, he rarely spoke much.
Feng Geling suddenly chatting with a young martial artist from the Human Race aroused curiosity about this young man.
Upon hearing this, Feng Geling’s happy expression turned indifferent: "He’s rely a vagabond from the Abandoned Area who managed to beco a martial artist purely by chance and had so minor conflict with before due to an association task."
"It seems this young man from the Human Race is quite daring, daring to have a conflict with an association steward." The Crystal Race steward couldn’t help but look at Lin Qi a few more tis.
Though stewards from the Martial Artist Association have limited power, they are well-connected due to their work in the association. A negative rumor from them can make life difficult for a new martial artist in the city.
The reason ordinary people greatly enhance their status and wealth upon becoming martial artists is mainly due to hunting, which can lead to significant earnings. Hunting in the wild is very dangerous, even for a lone martial artist, so teamwork is common.
Without anyone willing to team up, a lone martial artist not only hunts inefficiently but also faces dangers several tis greater than team hunters. For a new martial artist to venture out alone, it could easily lead to death.
The weakest monsters in the wild typically have the strength of an Initial Stage Martial Artist. Any encounter with a slightly stronger wild monster would force Initial Stage Martial Artists to avoid it; without experience, a misstep could be fatal.
For a new martial artist like Lin Qi to dare confront a Half-Scale Race steward like Feng Geling is tantamount to courting death.
Feng Geling rely chuckled indifferently, convinced in his mind that Lin Qi would eventually end up dead.
"Just having risen to beco a martial artist, yet daring to resent . Soon I’ll let you know that even as a martial artist, you an nothing to ." Feng Geling glanced at Lin Qi.
He decided that after this assessnt, he’d spread so news among martial artists he knows, ensuring Lin Qi could only hunt alone in the wild. Without experienced veterans to lead, hunting in the wild leaves one unaware of when or how they die.
While Feng Geling and the Crystal Race steward chatted, young martial artists continued completing tests one by one.
After more than ten minutes and over twenty young martial artists’ tests, only two had outstanding results. One was number one, Tust from the Half-Scale Race with superior martial artist potential. The other was number eighteen, Fan Linhai from the Feather Race, also with superior martial artist potential, while only six others managed to reach a potential rating of above average.
"Number 27, Raymond, step up." The white-haired elder from the Three-Eyed Race called.
"Yes!" A robust young man with jet-black horns on his forehead and a human appearance stepped forward.
No one present paid attention to the young man from the Barbaric Horn Race. The Barbaric Horn Race wasn’t among the ten strongest races in Chasing Light City, just an ordinary race that rarely produced notable individuals, and often failed to get even one person into the Genius Training Camp, rendering them practically invisible.
That was until this young man nad Raymond from the Barbaric Horn Race began his test.
Strength: 1457.15 kilograms
Speed: 35.78 ters per second
At the age of 23, these results are quite average among the many young martial artists who wish to enter the Genius Training Camp.
Boom!
With a violent shake within the sealed chamber, the mist on the youthful Barbaric Horn Race mber rose, astonishing everyone present.
Qi and Blood Value: 171.2 units!
"Special Level Potential!" The white-haired elder with three eyes couldn’t help but look at Raymond, who walked out of the sealed chamber, his voice trembling, "Genius! The Barbaric Horn Race has produced a genius martial artist!"
"Damn! How can this Barbaric Horn Race person have such strong qi and blood!"
"Even placing this qi and blood value in last session’s Genius Training Camp, it could be ranked in the top ten. The previous session saw a lot of genius martial artists from the Half-Scale Race, considered a golden generation for the Genius Training Camp. This year’s qi and blood value should at least rank in the top five."
The young martial artists, both male and female, present now looked at Raymond without any competitive spirit, only admiration and awe. Such terrifying qi and blood value, if maintained, would ensure graduation from the Genius Training Camp and a 100% chance of reaching a level beyond high-tier martial artist.
This prompted the three stewards present to all step forward to converse.
Genius Martial Artist!
Throughout the Genius Training Camp’s three years, only a few erge. Once they graduate, they can ride the fast track of life, stepping into the higher circle of Chasing Light City, incomparable to ordinary martial artists.
The bustling in the examination room continued for several minutes before the three stewards cald everyone down to resu the examination.
After the ergence of genius martial artist Raymond, the subsequent tested young martial artists displayed rather ordinary potential. After testing more than ten people, the highest potential reached was just upper grade, causing reactions in the hall to simr down.
"Number 49, Lin Qi, please co up!" the white-haired elder called out, looking at the list.
As the white-haired elder ntioned Lin Qi, many young martial artists present also turned to look at Lin Qi as he stepped onto the stage.
"Is he a martial artist of the Human Race? I just saw him talking to a steward, so his potential should not be low."
"What do you an ’not low potential’? I overheard their conversation, and it wasn’t chatting at all, just confrontation. It seems there are a lot of conflicts between them, and I don’t know what this Human Race person is thinking, daring to have conflicts with a steward. The Human Race hasn’t produced anyone notable in over a decade, and they only had one person enter the last Genius Training Camp, barely stronger than the Barbaric Horn Race."
"About twenty to thirty years ago, the Human Race did produce so genius figures, almost making them one of the top ten races in Chasing Light City. Unfortunately, talent has diminished in recent years. The Human Race mber who entered the last Genius Training Camp barely reached the upper grade, squeezing into the top hundred. I wonder if he can reach the upper grade."
Everyone watched as Lin Qi began the test, curious about what confidence this Human Race martial artist, who dared to confront a steward, might have.
Lin Qi stepped onto the track, leaving behind an afterimage, appearing fifty ters away in less than two seconds.
Speed: 34.28 ters per second.
This speed, among the more than forty who were tested, can only be considered diocre.
Lin Qi then approached the strength tester, delivering a powerful punch that shook the device.
Strength: 1507.27 kilograms.
Again, an unremarkable performance among the forty-plus tested.
The white-haired elder with three eyes shook his head at Lin Qi’s results, pointing to the sealed chamber, "Go inside."
Although not at the beginner initial-stage martial artist level, daring to oppose Feng Geling is truly courting death.
Lin Qi was not surprised by his results, as he was currently stuck on the Second Layer of the Shocking God Breathing Technique. Extracting the First Layer from players had no significance, naturally providing no significant improvent in physical fitness; the slight improvent was entirely due to the effects of the small energy ore vein and blood essence rice.
He nodded and stepped into the sealed chamber, curious about how high his qi and blood could reach.
He had cultivated the Shocking God Breathing Technique, comparable to high-tier martial artist level Training Techniques, making his qi and blood thirty percent stronger than ordinary martial artists.
Because he reached Perfection of the First Layer of the Shocking God Breathing Technique, his qi and blood were even stronger, not to ntion learning a Body Strengthening Secret Technique, his cellular structure significantly changed, with cell strength and density several tis their previous state, markedly enhancing the qi and blood his body could muster.
So now, even he didn’t know to what extent his qi and blood had reached.
Until the chamber door fully closed, Lin Qi couldn’t help but take a deep breath, unleashing all the qi and blood within him.
Boom!
Without concealing his qi and blood at all, Lin Qi’s body emitted a sound like a dragon’s roar, followed by a faint mist rising. A few inches away from his body, it transford into a faint smoke, and the surging heat waves continuously battered the sealed chamber, shaking it violently.
Until Lin Qi completely unleashed his power, everyone present was left dumbfounded.
"Blood and Smoke!"
"This is Blood and Smoke! How can an initial-stage martial artist have such abundant qi and blood?"
For those present with so knowledge, the heat waves emanating from Lin Qi within the sealed chamber left them agape.
A martial artist’s qi and blood reaching the level to ascend into Blood and Smoke usually required at least a middle-tier martial artist level, and even then, not just any ordinary middle-tier martial artist.
Until the sealed chamber displayed the final value, the entire hall fell into a deathly silence.
Qi and Blood Value: 213.4 units!
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