"Zhao Changfeng!"
The examiner called out a name.
A burly figure slowly stood up—it was the fierce-looking man with the scar on his face.
"Didn't he come in late? Why is he going second?"
Someone protested indignantly.
The examiner gave him a cold glance and replied,
"Because I only just saw his application form. He should've been tested first originally…"
Everyone in the room froze, confused by what the examiner meant.
Then they heard the examiner finish his sentence.
"...Level 3 Warrior Assessment."
"Hissss—"
A chorus of sharp inhales echoed through the room.
All eyes turned to the scar-faced man, now filled with awe and reverence.
Level 3 Warrior Assessment.
That meant this man already possessed the strength of a Level 2 Warrior, possibly nearing Level 3.
No wonder the examiner said he should've been first.
In the world of warriors, strength reigns supreme. The strong naturally enjoy privileges.
The scar-faced man silently walked up to the testing device, drew blood, and began his test.
A number quickly flashed on the blood-test monitor.
"107.256"
Everyone's expressions sharpened.
A Vitality Index over 100—this meant that, at least in terms of vitality, he already met the standard for a Level 3 Warrior.
Next came the Combat Power Rating test.
The scar-faced man faced the strength-testing device and threw a punch.
The punch was so fast that most people couldn't even see it clearly. They only felt a blur pass before their eyes, followed by a muffled thud.
Lu Sheng's eyes flickered.
He had seen the punch clearly.
The stance and technique—it looked like a specific martial art form.
"10831"!
A number lit up on the device.
Gasps could be heard around the room.
He passed!
The Combat Power Rating exceeded the requirement for a Level 3 Warrior.
Which meant, from this moment on, the scar-faced man was officially a Level 3 Warrior recognized by the Martial Artists' Association.
Now, everyone's eyes toward him changed.
Respect. And a tinge of envy.
A Level 3 Warrior could be considered a notable figure in all of Baihe City.
Wherever he went, he would be treated with high regard.
"Congratulations, Zhao Changfeng. From today onward, you are officially a Level 3 Warrior recognized by the Baihe City Martial Artists' Association. You'll receive a monthly Martial Allowance of thirty thousand yuan…"
For the first time, the examiner beamed brightly. As he spoke, the room filled with even more envious gazes directed at the scar-faced man.
Zhao Changfeng quietly listened to the examiner's words, then calmly returned to his seat.
Lu Sheng glanced at him with curiosity.
The guy didn't leave after finishing his assessment—instead, he looked ready to stay and watch the rest.
Of course, no one objected.
A Level 3 Warrior? He could sit there until midnight if he wanted.
Then a few more people took the test, all for the Level 1 Warrior Assessment.
Some passed, others failed just like the lanky youth from before.
Finally…
"Lu Sheng, Level 1 Warrior Assessment."
Lu Sheng stood up calmly, sensing every gaze in the room focusing on him.
Among them were Zhao Changfeng and the girl with the purple headband.
Even the examiner gave him a few extra looks.
After all, assessors of Lu Sheng's age were rare—which naturally implied talent.
"Don't be nervous. Just do as you usually would,"
the examiner said in an unusually gentle tone.
Lu Sheng nodded, picked up the blood sampler, and drew a drop of blood.
Crimson blood rolled into the test device's groove, as blue light swept over it.
Everyone fixed their eyes on the screen.
Some serious, some casual.
The next moment, the value appeared.
"15.701"
"Boom!"
The room erupted.
More than half the people jumped to their feet, including the scar-faced man and the girl with the purple headband.
One laid-back guy even slipped and fell to the floor in shock.
"Holy crap! Did I see that right?! 15-point-something?!"
"A… A Level 2 Warrior?!"
"The machine must be broken! It has to be broken…"
Everyone stared in disbelief at the value on the blood test monitor, eyes darting between the machine and Lu Sheng.
Even the examiner's hand trembled violently as he held the clipboard. He quickly checked the machine and then solemnly said to Lu Sheng:
"Young man, could you please retest once more?"
Normally, the Vitality Index test only allowed one try, but Lu Sheng's result was too shocking to accept without confirmation.
Lu Sheng nodded and took another blood sample for a second test.
"15.693"
Almost identical to the first result—within 0.01 of a difference.
This confirmed the machine was working fine—and also confirmed...
Lu Sheng's result was real!
The room fell into an odd silence.
Then came the rising sound of sharp inhales again.
Everyone's gaze toward Lu Sheng had completely changed.
They were looking at a monster.
"This guy… Is his dad Baihe City's richest man? How much tonic did he take?!"
One person stared at Lu Sheng in disbelief and finally blurted that out.
The others looked equally constipated.
Lu Sheng looked ridiculously young—obviously still in high school.
How old could a high schooler be?
Seventeen? Eighteen?
Around the same age as their own nephews, maybe even sons.
And yet his Vitality Index was over fifteen—an absurd number.
"He must've been popping tonics since he was in the womb…"
Someone muttered jealously.
Another person murmured, "Even if it's just a high Vitality Index, it's still a legit 15-point-something. As long as his combat rating isn't trash...
Tsk tsk… eighteen years old, and already a Level 2 Warrior…"
The rest fell silent.
It was true—even if Lu Sheng was a walking pill bottle, a Vitality Index of 15.7 was no joke. Unless his combat strength was abysmal, he'd pass for sure.
Most likely, he'd qualify as a Level 2 Warrior.
A high schooler becoming a Level 2 Warrior…
They were almost groaning out loud.
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