Volume 1 Chapter 10: The Prospective Fighter exam (part 1)
âDad, Mom, Iâm going to the cityâs âDojo of Limitsâ, so I might not come back to eat lunch todayâ Luo Feng stood up after drinking a large bowl of gruel and eating three pieces of bread, âJust wait today for my good news today. After I pass the exam, Iâll call right awayâ
Gong Xin Lan laughed and then glanced at Luo Hong Guo: âHong Guo, did you hear that? You better have your cell phone on you at all times, or Luo Feng might not even be able to contact youâ
âIâll be sure to bring my cell phoneâ Luo Hong Guo laughed.
âOk, Iâm leaving nowâ
Luo Feng winked at Luo Hua, who laughed and gave a thumbs up in return.
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Early in the morning, Luo Feng left the small Southern shore region and road the #11 subway line to âZhong-An road stationâ and then transferred to Yang Zhou cityâs center region. After leaving the subway station, he walked for ten minutes before arriving at Yang Zhouâs Dojo of Limits headquartersââLimit Hallă
Luo Feng left home at around 6 AM. By the time he arrived, it was already almost 8 AM.
âThis is the legendary Ming-Yue sector?â Luo Feng stood in front of the huge door in the quiet sector. This sectorâs name is âMing-Yue sectorâ and is where the Limit Hall is located.
âThis man, this is the Ming-Yue sector, donât come closeâ
Just at the small sectorâs entrance, there was a row of six soldiers wearing their uniforms and holding real guns and ammo. You can tell from one look at their uniformsâŚ.. that they arenât part of the police, but part of the army. One of the soldiers shouted: âSir, please stand back. Once you enter the yellow lined area, we have the right to shoot and kill you on the spot!â
âJust like the legendsâ Luo Feng thought to himself in his heart.
Ming-Yue sector in Yang Zhou is where the Dojo of Limitsâ headquarters is located!
Not only is the Limit Hall here, but also many fightersâ homes.
âAccording to the rumors, the people that live here are the fighters and their families! Even the police donât have the right to come in as they pleaseâ Luo Feng marveled in his heart.
âEveryoneâ Luo Feng stood at the small sectorâs entrance and spoke, âI am the Dojo of Limitsâ elite member âLuo Fengâ. I came here today to take the Prospective Fighter examâ. The Limit Hall holds the Prospective Fighter exam on the first day of every month.
âOh?â
From the guardsmanâs lounge an old, bald man walked out with a computer in his hand, âYoung man, you came quite early, it isnât even 8 AM yet. Taking the Prospective Fighter exam at such a young age, your future is limitless. Ok, let me check your ID and elite member IDâ
Luo Feng handed them over.
[BEEP!]
A message came up on the computerâs display after scanning the identifications.
â18 years old?â This old, bald man looked at Luo Feng in shock and then laughed, âBrave enough to take the Prospective Fighter exam at 18 years old. Not bad, I hope you pass it todayâ
âThank you sirâ Luo Feng replied.
âLet him inâ The old, bald man waved his hand.
The small sectorâs electronic door opened automatically. At this time, a soldier holding an assault rifle stepped forward and followed Luo Feng: âSir, I will bring you to the Dojo of Limits. After you enter the sector, please do not run around! You only have the right to enter the Limit Hall and not the fightersâ homes. If you break this rule, even if I donât make a move, the people patrolling the area willâ This soldier even sneered at Luo Feng while telling him this.
âOf courseâ Luo Feng slightly smiled and nodded, but was surprised inside.
There indeed was a cooperative relationship between the country and the Dojo of Limits. At least the core of the Dojo of Limits will be heavily protected and guarded.
âWow, every building is a private villaâ Luo Feng looked around. Except for the center of the sector, which was the large, tall Limit Hall tower, everywhere else was a private villa. Between the villas were fake mountains, pools, and lawns.
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Ming-Yue sector, inside the Limit Hall. Right when Luo Feng stepped inside the lobby of the Limit Hall, the soldier went back.
âSir, are you here to take the Prospective Fighter exam?â Inside the hall, a beautiful young woman smiled, âSir, please sit over there. When itâs 10 AM, take the exam with the others.â
Luo Feng nodded and walked towards the side of the lobby. There was a small bar there with a waiter and a bartender.
âHm?â Luo Feng scanned the spots and saw that there were already three people sitting at the bar.
Two of them were having a discussion while the other one was sitting silently on a sofa.
âLook at all of those villas. That is the benefit you get from joining the Dojo of Limits as a fighterâ A young man wearing a white shirt and pants said, âAs long as you become a fighter and join the Dojo of Limits, youâll get a free villa and youâll be able to live hereâŚ.. Heh, look at this environment, itâs so comfortableâ
âOf course the fighter sector is different from all the other sectors outside. Look, a new person is comingâ The three people saw Luo Feng. Luo Feng slightly nodded and sat on the sofa at the side.
Nobody knew each other, so there wasnât any exchange of talk.
As time passed, three more people came, which Luo Feng recognized none of. However, from their looksâŚ. the three of them were a bit older, probably all over 30 years old. One of them was even over 40 years old.
âHa, Luo Feng!â a loud sound came up.
Luo Feng, startled, turned his head and looked, and saw a lean man with a face full of hideous scars walking towards him: âYouâre coming to take the prospective fighter exam too?â
âBrother Yang?â Luo Feng stood up and greeted him.
âItâs a bit embarrassing. I came to try last month but sadly ââmy speed was only 24.9 m/s. It was off by just that one bit!â Yang Wu said helplessly. In fact, Yang Wu passed a long time ago in fist strength and reaction speed. Itâs just that speed is his weak point.
However, starting from this year, Yang Wuâs speed started improving. 24.9 meters and 25 meters isnât really a big difference. If everything goes well, he might get a grade of 25 m/s.
âIâm sure you can pass this time Brother Yangâ Luo Feng laughed
âThis guy named Yang tried so many times already and never passed. I bet this time youâll fail tooâ a loud sound came from the side.
Luo Feng looked over and the one talking was a buff man with a full beard. Yang Wu immediately glared: âThe guy named Tong, you dare talk about me. Didnât you take the test and fail twice already? With your reaction speed, I guess youâll need at least another two or three more years of trainingâ
âSilenceâ a cold sound came from the center of the lobby.
The eight people currently there all turned their heads and saw a middle-aged man wearing a dojo uniform, âLetâs go, everyone follow me upstairs and take the exam. Remember, behave yourself once youâre upstairs. Our old friends from Yang Zhou cityâs headquarters came over today, so donât cause troubleâ
âYesâ No matter if it was the arrogant full beard, Yang Wu, or Luo Feng; everyone listened and followed.
âan old friend from headquarters?â Luo Feng couldnât help but start guessing in his heart.
Know this: Yang Zhou city has 12 Dojo of Limits and the Limit Hall. Each sectorâs Dojo of Limitsâ masters are called âInstructorsâ. The master of the Limit Hall is called the âChief Instructorâ.
After entering the elevator, the loose uniform wearing middle-aged man pressed â6â.
[DI!] The elevator arrived at the sixth floor.
[HUA!]
The elevator door opened and what came into sight was a gigantic training hall with around a dozen people inside. Luo Feng recognized one of them to be instructor âJiang Nianâ.
âTheyâre here, stop chattingâ A middle-aged man with loose, long hair spoke and all of them looked at Luo Fengâs group. When facing their glares, Luo Fengâs group tensed up. They knewâŚ.. that those who appear inside the Limit Hall, other than the service personnel, are fighters.
In other words, all of these people are fighters! Since this is the headquarters of the Dojo of Limits in Yang Zhou city.
âGet ready for examinationâ The middle-aged man with loose, long hair commanded.
Luo Feng has seen this man before on the internet. He is the master of the Limit Hall, Yang Zhou cityâs chief instructor âWu Tongâ.
âCome one by one and give me your IDâ The fighter who led Luo Fengâs group up here took their IDs and handed them over to chief instructor âWu Tongâ and laughed, âBoss, thereâs quite a few people today. There are eight of them!â
âYupâ Wu Tong randomly picked out an ID and scanned it on the machine next to him.
[BEEP!]
A crystal-like display that was almost transparent shot out from the machine and displayed a large amount of personal information.
âFirst one, Tong Guanâ The chief instructor was indifferent, âBegin your fist strength test. Even those of you who came out of the army come to my Limit Hall to test, interestingâ
Luo Feng, who was listening on the side, couldnât help but smile. The Dojo of Limits was created by the strongest fighter on earth. The dojos are scattered all around the world and their examinations have high credibility. Your examination results will receive recognition in every area in every country on earth.
Even the army or traditional martial artists will come to the Dojo of Limits to take the exam.
âTest your fist strengthâ The chief instructor commanded.
âYesâ
The full bearded man immediately took a step forward. With his left hand in front of his face and eyes wide open, his right fist flew through an arc and hit against the large machine, which only shook a little bit. The machineâs display immediately displayed the numberâââ986kgâă
âPass, next, Luo Fengâ The chief instructor randomly chose the second ID and scanned it on the machine. He read through the descriptive personal information and couldnât help but to be shocked, âEh? 18 years old? Old Jiang, this is your Zhi-An sectionâs right? Since when did such a talented young man appear?â
âHahaâ Instructor âJiang Nianâ on the side couldnât help but to laugh.
âWe still donât know if he is truly skilledâ In the group of fighters at the side, a fat veteran scoffed, âHe might not know what heâs dealing with and has no strengthâ
Instructor Jiang Nian glared: âWhat, jealous? Your northern section doesnât have any sort of genius like this. Luo Feng, show them my Zhi-An sectionâs membersâ strengthâ
âYes, instructorâ Luo Feng stepped up and headed towards the fist strength tester machine.