"Hongchuan Martial Hall…"
Lu Sheng followed the directions on his phone and stopped in front of the closest martial hall near his home.
The storefront wasn't large. The décor was neither luxurious nor shabby—it looked like a very ordinary private martial training center.
"Owner: Ni Hongchuan. Level 4 Warrior. Specializes in family-style boxing techniques. Ranked Top 10 in the 23rd Baihe City Martial Exchange Meet…"
A recruitment poster hung at the entrance, and Lu Sheng read the details aloud.
The words "Level 4 Warrior" caught his attention.
According to the standards published by the World Martial Alliance, a Level 4 Warrior must have a peak Vitality Index of over 200 and a Combat Power Rating exceeding 100,000.
"A Vitality Index over two hundred times mine… and a CPR more than a hundred times greater…"
Lu Sheng tried to picture that level in his mind, and the result felt overwhelming.
In the Martial Way, the higher the level, the greater the gap between each tier.
A Level 4 Warrior was considered a true powerhouse in Baihe City—someone with fame and standing.
So this martial hall wasn't as simple as it looked—it had some real pedigree.
But that didn't matter to Lu Sheng.
The tuition fees listed on the advertisement were far beyond what he could afford.
As a martial arts student from a working-class family, it was already difficult enough just to maintain his basic training and afford daily supplements—let alone pay for extra classes to learn advanced combat techniques.
That kind of privilege belonged to kids from wealthy families.
For students like him, the best strategy was to lay a solid foundation and steadily raise their Vitality Index.
"If Lu Qinghe wanted it, the family might be willing to pay. Me… forget it. Besides, now that I can absorb martial memories from zombies in my dreams, I don't really need tutoring anymore…"
With that thought, Lu Sheng stepped confidently into Hongchuan Martial Hall.
Just past the entrance was a reception desk, staffed by a girl who looked to be around twenty. She was quite pretty.
Seeing Lu Sheng, the girl quickly put on a professional smile and greeted him, "Hi there, are you here to enroll in one of our Martial Improvement Courses?"
Lu Sheng shook his head. "I'd like to test my Vitality Index and Combat Power."
Most martial halls offered testing services like this. The results were usually comparable to what schools provided, and the fees were low.
The receptionist glanced at Lu Sheng's school uniform, then nodded. "Alright, just a moment."
She could tell at a glance that Lu Sheng was from a modest background—no need to waste sales pitch on him.
"Go down the hallway to Room 8. There's a testing machine inside. Do you know how to operate it? Should I find someone to assist you?"
Her tone remained polite—there was no trace of condescension.
Lu Sheng said he could manage on his own. He accepted a rental card and followed her directions to the testing room.
The Vitality testing device looked a bit like a printer, with a small indentation on its lower side and a set of single-use sterile sampling needles beside it.
Lu Sheng unwrapped one, pricked the tip of his left middle finger, and placed a drop of fresh blood into the groove.
A soft blue light scanned the sample. A second later, the machine emitted a quiet beep, and a number appeared on the LCD display.
"0.963."
The result was accurate to three decimal places.
Seeing the number, even though he had mentally prepared himself, Lu Sheng still clenched his fist tightly.
His Vitality Index really had increased!
And by quite a bit.
It had jumped by 0.18—nearly 0.2.
And all of that had come from killing just three zombies in a dream.
"This proves it—everything I gained in that dream can carry over to the real world. This isn't just some monster-slaying fantasy game anymore...
It's real cultivation!"
Lu Sheng struggled to contain his excitement.
No one willingly accepts mediocrity—especially someone who had already lived a whole life in mediocrity.
Now that he finally saw a glimpse of brilliance on the Martial Way, how could he not be thrilled?
"Next, let's test my Combat Power Rating."
The CPR testing machine was much larger—taller than a person. At its center was a padded recess.
To test it, you just had to punch the pad with all your strength.
"In the jumpsuit zombies' memories, there were some techniques for power delivery in punches… Let's give it a try."
Lu Sheng didn't know exactly how strong those zombies had been when alive, but they were definitely stronger than he was now.
Their accumulated skills and combat experience, honed through training and real battles, were a treasure trove for someone like him.
"Hup!"
Lu Sheng took a deep breath, tensed the muscles in his right arm along the technique's proper power path, and slammed a punch into the device.
Boom!
A number appeared on the machine.
"113."
Combat Power Rating: 113.
It was higher than the standard CPR for someone with a 0.96 Vitality Index.
That must've been the bonus from technique.
He then tested his left arm. The value was slightly lower than the right, but still over 100.
After a few more rounds, Lu Sheng finally pulled back, thoroughly satisfied.
"Last year, the minimum threshold to get into a Baihe City martial university was a Vitality Index of 1.05 and a CPR of 105.
Which means... I've pretty much hit the benchmark already.
Even if I never enter that dream again, I should have no problem getting into any second-tier martial university in the entrance exams two hundred days from now."
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