Swallowed Star: Drawing Talents

6:30 PM.

The martial artist combat assessment began on time.

The military selected three types of Grade H monsters based on speed and strength, releasing thousands into an abandoned town.

Shadow Cats, feline monsters known for their speed; Ironhide Boars, known for their powerful defense; and Tiger Mastiffs, canine monsters with a balance of speed and strength.

Over a thousand aspiring martial artists entered the gate of this closed town, quickly dispersing to find and hunt their prey.

After all, the assessment only lasted 12 hours.

With three to four thousand monsters released in the closed town, according to past results, generally, hunting three monsters was enough to meet the assessment standard.

However, among the aspiring martial artists participating this time, there were four geniuses who had been pre-selected.

Geniuses!

They are all extraordinary, and it is normal for them to hunt thirty to forty monsters alone!

Moreover, those aspiring martial artists confident in their strength would certainly not be satisfied with the target of only two or three monsters.

There were more monks than porridge!

After separating from Luo Feng, Yang Wu randomly chose a direction and quickly ran away.

Yang Wu had no interest in the soldier-level monsters released in the town. He was just going through the motions this time to get a certificate.

The dilapidated town was full of ruins.

In a collapsed two-story building, a monster with hair like sharp thorns, standing one and a half meters tall, was lying prone.

Ironhide Boar!

Beside it was a pile of leftover remains.

The distant searchlights cast a faint light, projecting a huge shadow on the broken wall through its massive body.

Shasha shasha~~~

Suddenly, the dozing Ironhide Boar opened its eyes, staring intently ahead at a figure slowly advancing, neither hurried nor slow.

"Hehe——"

Feeling provoked, the Ironhide Boar let out a strange growl, its four thick hooves supporting its massive body, charging forward with a gust of bloody wind.

In the night sky, a gleam of cold light suddenly appeared.

The momentum of the charge carried the Ironhide Boar's corpse forward for dozens of meters before it crashed weakly into an abandoned wall, shattering it.

The Ironhide Boar's massive body fell with the broken wall, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Yang Wu calmly retracted his spear, shaking off the blood from the tip.

This level of small monster posed no pressure to him. Although it was his first time killing, he felt no discomfort.

The combat experience extracted from the simulation was like an information storage device. It remained hidden most of the time, but at crucial moments, or with conscious thought, it would automatically jump out.

This combat experience was as if he had personally experienced it. The various habits and weaknesses of the monsters encountered in the simulation were all imprinted in his mind.

"It's been a while since I've fished!"

"Tonight is sleepless, just right to regain the feeling."

Yang Wu muttered to himself, glancing at the fallen Ironhide Boar's corpse.

Late at night, silent and still!

……

The next day, dawn.

The sky was faintly bright, the morning sun had not yet risen, and a hint of fish-belly white appeared on the eastern horizon.

"Wuwu——"

A series of harsh sounds echoed throughout the town through loudspeakers.

The combat assessment was over!

Not far from the entrance of Monster Town, on the rooftop of a dilapidated residential building, Yang Wu jumped down and quickly rushed towards the town gate.

The harvest last night was not very good. Even fishing until three in the morning, only a dozen prey came to his door.

Although those monsters did not have high intelligence, they still had the instinct to sense danger. After continuously sending more than a dozen monsters, that place was listed as a new monster graveyard by them.

Each one was so scared that they detoured directly.

Seeing that the assessment time was about to end, Yang Wu came to this place and sat waiting for the assessment to end.

At the entrance of the town.

Yang Wu, in a clean combat uniform, walked unhurriedly towards the statistics point next to the entrance, bearing the surprised gazes of the aspiring martial artists behind him.

Yang Wu had no interest in showing off again. He casually took out five monster left ears, registered them, and returned to the crowd to wait for Luo Feng to come out.

The aspiring martial artists participating in the combat assessment began to come out one after another.

Some came out without any injuries, carrying their spoils with a calm demeanor.

Others were injured, with inconvenient arms, legs, or feet, requiring ten and a half months of recuperation, or were seriously injured or even disabled, completely losing the qualification to become a martial artist.

Even more people died in the combat assessment, their bodies being pulled by a heavy truck and dumped on the ground by the roadside.

Seeing this scene, those aspiring martial artists who were still desperate for their disability suddenly were not so desperate. Although they were disabled, they at least saved their lives.

Every aspiring martial artist who came out went to the statistics point next to the entrance to hand in the monster left ears they had hunted, to prove the number of monsters they had killed.

"Look, it's Luo Feng."

"Is that Luo Feng who was recruited in advance by the Limit Martial Arts Hall?"

"I wonder how many monsters he hunted."

As soon as Luo Feng came out, he attracted the attention of a large number of aspiring martial artists who had already come out.

Thirty-six monster left ears. The number of monsters Luo Feng hunted far exceeded the fourteen of the second place, shocking the aspiring martial artists watching from afar.

"Madman."

Yang Wu shouted in the crowd. After finding the target in the crowd, Luo Feng ran over quickly.

"How is it, how do you feel?"

Yang Wu asked softly, looking at Luo Feng in front of him, who was somewhat dusty.

"Great progress, Yang-ge, why don't we try it out?"

Luo Feng's current physical fitness is at the intermediate warrior level, and his spiritual power is two levels higher than his martial artist level, which means that his spiritual power level has reached the primary general level.

In addition, with some progress in his footwork, under the impetus of spiritual power, he can achieve micro-level dodging.

The great increase in strength gave him a lot of confidence. Looking at Yang Wu, his eyes were full of eagerness to try.

"Haha, okay, let's talk about it when we go back, but don't be discouraged by then."

Yang Wu was not afraid of Luo Feng being frustrated. This would only set a higher goal for him, then become the goal, surpass the goal, and finally make the goal out of reach.

It belonged to the typical type of becoming more and more courageous with frustration.

Before long, there was a sudden noise in front.

Wan Dong, a genius aspiring martial artist recruited in advance by the Thunder Martial Arts Hall, refreshed Luo Feng's first place, which he had only warmed up for a few minutes, with fifty-one monster left ears.

"51? It's so much more than Luo Feng?"

"Hey, where's Yang Wu?"

"Look, he's been out for a long time!"

Yang Wu, in a clean combat uniform, was particularly conspicuous among this group of people.

"Does anyone know how many he hunted?"

"I don't know, he was the first to arrive, I didn't hear clearly how many he killed."

"You're stupid, look at his clean clothes, and he doesn't look tired at all, and he can chat with Luo Feng so calmly."

"Obviously, the martial artist assessment has no pressure on him at all, and the other party disdains the assessment score."

"This brother, your analysis makes sense, I wonder if you can help me..."

"……"

On the other side, Luo Feng, who was chatting happily with Yang Wu, was suddenly disturbed by a burly officer.

"Someone wants to see me?"

Luo Feng was a little puzzled, who would want to see him at this time.

"Yang-ge, then I'll go over first."

"Okay."

Yang Wu nodded, he knew that the Thunder Martial Arts Hall was preparing to poach him.

However, this poaching thing is destined to disappoint them!

Sure enough, as in the original, in the lounge, Luo Feng righteously refused the invitation from the Thunder Martial Arts Hall.

……

Afternoon.

North Military Region of Jiangnan Base City.

"Yang-ge, you didn't know just now, that Wan Dong seemed to regard me as an opponent."

Luo Feng was very puzzled, Wan Dong ran over just now and said something to him inexplicably.

He didn't know that Wan Dong, after Wang Heng's words, had already regarded Luo Feng as his first opponent.

Alas, poor child...

This life has only one opponent, an opponent whose back he can't see for ten lifetimes...