Volume One: Emerging Brilliance Chapter 111: The Official Commencement of the Practical Assessment

The once empty square was now filled with laughter as the examinees, clad in their newly issued gear, gradually returned. Wang Jue wore battle boots on his feet, a combat suit adorned with patches of star beast fur and special materials, and carried a multifunctional engineer’s shovel and a long sword on his back. He was cheerfully chatting with other martial artists nearby.

“Wow, just this set of gear alone must have cost at least a million, right?” a dark-skinned young man exclaimed excitedly, pointing at his combat suit. “Though it’s not the most advanced martial artist equipment, they’ve lent it to us for real combat assessment. Judging by the looks of it, it should at least withstand the claws of a second-tier star beast—it probably can’t be torn apart.”

“It’s not just a guess. It definitely can’t be torn!” a striking woman nearby sneered. “Even if the star beast can’t rip the suit, the sheer impact alone would fracture your bones and severely damage your organs.”

“Heh, girl, I’m not that fragile,” the dark-skinned youth teased, glancing at her mischievously. “Why don’t we find a place later, and I’ll show you what I’m made of?”

“Enough, cut the chatter,” Wang Jue frowned.

The youth chuckled, “Alright, alright, Wang Jue, whatever you say.”

Word of Wang Jue’s age and assessment results spread quickly among the martial artist circles, traveling from one to ten, then ten to a hundred. Among this year’s group of 5,000 examinees, Wang Jue was undoubtedly one of the most promising to pass the real combat test. Becoming an adventurer would guarantee an extraordinary future for anyone.

“Wang Jue, come here,” a voice called from afar. It was Ning Chuan, the head of the Martial Association.

“Master Ning Chuan,” Wang Jue and his companions, including the monkey, smiled and greeted before rushing over.

“Wang Jue, follow me,” Ning Chuan said, leading the way.

“Hmm?” Wang Jue was puzzled but said nothing.

Soon, they arrived at a quiet second-floor room of a small building. Inside the living room, several people were gathered.

Wang Jue glanced inside and immediately recognized only one person: Feng Qingyang, who had accompanied Ning Chuan to the school earlier.

“Lord Feng,” Wang Jue greeted.

“Oh, it’s you! I was wondering where Ning Chuan went, didn’t expect he’d bring you here,” Feng Qingyang, dressed in silver battle armor, said with a surprised smile.

“Qingyang, is this the Wang Jue you mentioned before?” asked a burly middle-aged man across from Feng Qingyang. His voice resonated deeply from his chest. “Compared to our branch, he’s not much better. We recruited two early this time—one with physical abilities comparable to your Wang Jue, and the other is a firearms prodigy.”

The burly man looked at two young men beside him, who immediately stood up.

“Hello, I’m Wan Qianshan,” said the sullen-faced youth.

“I’m Song Xiaoqing,” the other young man smiled warmly. His appearance was truly beautiful.

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