"Sir, please take me to the Warrior Association."
Lu Sheng got into the taxi and reported his destination.
The driver, a man in his forties, glanced at Lu Sheng through the rearview mirror and smiled. "Young man, heading to the Warrior Association for business?"
Judging by Lu Sheng's age, the driver simply couldn't imagine him going for a warrior certification.
Lu Sheng was aware of this and smiled, nodding. "Yeah, just meeting someone."
Hearing this, the driver immediately perked up and became quite talkative.
"Kid, judging by your age, you're in your final year of high school, right?"
"My daughter's about your age too—senior year... Tsk tsk, her Vitality Index is such a headache for us..."
Clearly a chatterbox, the driver rambled non-stop—going from college entrance exams to university life, then from university to job hunting. It was driving Lu Sheng nuts.
The worst part was, Lu Sheng couldn't just ignore him. He had to occasionally chime in with a few phrases like "Mhm," "Right," or "You're absolutely right, sir."
While maintaining a facade of listening attentively, Lu Sheng was actually filled with regret.
"I should've just told him I was going to the Warrior Association for the Level Two Warrior Certification."
"Then he would've thought I was nuts and wouldn't want to talk to me."
He sighed inwardly.
Finally, they arrived at the destination. Lu Sheng paid the fare, quickly got out of the car, and let out a long breath of relief.
The driver leaned out from his seat and enthusiastically waved goodbye.
"Kid, I really enjoyed our chat. If we meet again, I'll introduce my daughter to you..."
Lu Sheng nodded politely with a smile, silently praying: "Please let there be no next time."
He turned around and faced the Warrior Association.
It was a rather grand building, with a sign by the entrance reading "Baihe City Warrior Association."
Lu Sheng calmly walked in.
Inside the hall, there weren't many people, suggesting this wasn't a place one casually visited.
He followed the posted notices on the wall to the registration counter for warrior certification assessments.
"Here to apply for Level One Warrior Certification?"
The staff member behind the counter glanced at Lu Sheng's ID and gave him a second look.
Lu Sheng nodded.
Technically, with his current strength, he could apply for Level Two. But after circling around, he found no window for Level Two certification.
"Fill out this form, then pay a one-thousand-yuan testing fee. After that, go over there..."
The staff member patiently explained everything to Lu Sheng.
After all, anyone who came to take a warrior assessment must at least have some confidence in their strength. Whether they passed or not, they deserved respectful treatment.
Especially someone as young as Lu Sheng—he might just be a prodigy. It never hurt to be polite.
Lu Sheng filled out the form, paid the fee, and followed the directions to a room labeled "Warrior Testing Room."
Inside, three or four people were already seated. A proctor in a work uniform glanced at Lu Sheng and said, "Give me your form and find a seat."
Lu Sheng handed over his form and took a seat in a corner.
After he entered, a few more people trickled in.
Among them, the most eye-catching were a burly man with a centipede-like scar on his face and a fierce look, and a sweet-looking girl with a purple headband.
Lu Sheng glanced at the girl. She seemed to be about his age.
Coincidentally, the girl was also looking at him. Their eyes met briefly before both looked away.
The people in the room were all checking each other out. Lu Sheng and the girl were clearly part of the observation—because out of everyone present, they were the youngest.
"Alright, everyone's here. Let's begin."
Seeing the seats filled, the proctor announced the start of the assessment.
"First up—Li Xingji, Level One Warrior Certification."
A tall, thin young man stood up and walked to the testing equipment in the middle of the room.
"You know how this works, right? First, we test your Vitality Index, then your Combat Power Rating. You'll get three tries for CPR to account for nerves."
The proctor explained.
The skinny youth nodded. "Understood."
He began testing.
Clearly nervous as the first one up, he fumbled with the blood collection needle several times without drawing any blood.
But eventually, he passed the Vitality test.
Vitality Index: 1.531.
Unfortunately, in the subsequent Combat Power Rating tests, he failed all three attempts.
He was close—all three scores hovered in the 140s. Maybe it was nerves, maybe he wasn't quite strong enough.
"Assessment failed."
"No way... how could this be..."
The pale youth looked devastated, muttering, "I always scored above 150 at home..."
Seeing his expression, the proctor softened a bit.
"The Association's equipment is official and more accurate than the commercial machines. You've got potential—train hard for another month, and you'll likely make it next time."
The young man nodded silently, pressed his lips together, and quickly left the room.
Emotions are contagious.
Seeing the first participant fail, everyone else's expressions became noticeably more tense and serious.
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