Both sides of the base were sealed off with tall, electrified wire fences. In front of them stood a tightly shut iron gate.
Armed soldiers in military uniforms stood guard at the entrance.
Around a dozen teenagers, about the same age as Lu Sheng, stood nearby with their suitcases and various bags.
Lu Sheng noticed that each of them wore a brass-colored badge on the left side of their chest.
An Official Warrior Level 1 badge.
Unfortunately, his Level 2 Warrior badge had been left at home, treasured and put away by his mother, Zheng Yufen. Otherwise, this would've been a perfect time to show off a little.
"From Baihe City, drop-off complete."
The driver left that line behind, started the car, turned it around, and drove off.
Leaving a group of teenagers staring at Lu Sheng and whispering among themselves.
"Baihe City? Didn't the group from Baihe City already arrive? How come there's still one left?"
"Probably slipped in late. Look—he didn't even pass the Official Warrior test. Baihe City's always been at the bottom in the province when it comes to entrance scores…"
"Heh…"
Lu Sheng listened to these murmurs, his expression calm as still water.
With his current strength, even if all these barely-qualified Level 1 brats teamed up, they wouldn't be his match.
To Lu Sheng, people this weak who didn't even have the sense to recognize power weren't worth a second glance.
After a short wait, a small door embedded in the base gate opened, and a stern-faced middle-aged man in military uniform with square features walked out.
He held a roster and began checking the group headcount. His eyes finally landed on Lu Sheng.
"You are..."
The man glanced down at the sheet in his hand, then looked up again. "The Lu Sheng mentioned by Xiao Yuhe, the president of the Baihe Martial Association?"
Lu Sheng nodded.
The middle-aged man's expression turned knowing.
President Xiao Yuhe of Baihe Martial Association had specifically mentioned that a student from Baihe City wouldn't be arriving with the main transport and asked him to take note.
Now the student had shown up.
That simple mention instantly took on a different tone in the ears of the surrounding teens.
"Ohh… so he's the one the president of Baihe's Martial Association gave special attention to…"
"No wonder…"
"Wow, must be nice—connections with a city Martial Association president…"
A few people spoke with mockery dripping from their voices.
Lu Sheng didn't care, but the man in military uniform frowned and barked sharply, "Silence!"
The group immediately zipped their lips.
After counting the group again and confirming the numbers, the middle-aged man turned to Lu Sheng and said, "You'll go in with the group from Qingyuan City. Join them for the entrance ceremony."
The others didn't think much of it, but Lu Sheng caught a different meaning in that sentence.
"In the same batch?"
What did that mean?
Did this so-called "entrance ceremony" require people to go in batches?
Although something felt off, Lu Sheng still followed orders, trailing the group under the middle-aged man's lead into the base.
Beyond the gate lay a massive training field, with numerous buildings visible in the distance.
The man led them around the field and finally stopped in front of a low building.
"Leave your luggage here. Someone will come collect it later."
He gave cold, clipped instructions and pointed to a small door on the low building. "Go in one at a time."
The students from Qingyuan City were a bit confused, but they obeyed the order and filed in, one after another.
Lu Sheng was the last to enter.
As the final person stepped through the small door, the iron gate behind them slammed shut with a heavy clang.
They heard chains locking it from the outside.
The students' expressions shifted.
Just then, the middle-aged man's voice echoed again.
"If you make it to the exit on the other side, you've passed the entrance assessment.
If not… well—
Go back to wherever you came from!"
"What?!"
Someone cried out immediately, "Wasn't this just an entrance ceremony? Since when was there an assessment…"
Before they could finish speaking, a mechanical click rang out.
The floor beneath them suddenly split apart.
The teenagers lost their footing and screamed as they plummeted.
Lu Sheng, however, had noticed it long before the trap activated.
In fact, the moment he set foot in the room, he had already sensed the presence of mechanisms hidden beneath the floor.
And more than that—
Below the room lay a narrow and intricate passage.
Thump…
Thud, thud…
Bodies hit the ground, accompanied by a few groans of pain.
The teens landed one after another. They were, after all, Official Warriors—though caught off guard, most of them managed to react in time.
Only a few panicked and ended up landing on their backs or butts.
Lu Sheng, on the other hand, landed as silently as a feather.
His mental power had flowed like water, enveloping his feet and gently lifting upward with a supportive force.
The result?
His descent could only be described as "gliding."
This was one of the ways Lu Sheng had developed to utilize his mental power during his time in the dream space.
Even though he couldn't yet learn formal psychic techniques, he had still figured out several clever ways to apply mental force.
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