In this enclosed town, the 1,680 prospective martial artists swiftly dispersed, beginning the hunt for their quarry.

“Brother Yang, you’re going into this monster town alone?” Luo Feng and Yang Wu stood pressed against the wall of a dilapidated small supermarket.

Yang Wu nodded gravely.

“Crazy, this practical combat assessment isn't just a test; it’s a crucible for hardening your guts! When you truly enter dangerous zones alone in the future, the perils you face will be ten, even a hundred times greater.

If you need help even in this monster town, what’s going to happen down the line?” Luo Feng nodded.

“That’s true.

Be careful, Brother Yang.” “Right, Crazy, you seize the opportunity too,” Yang Wu cautioned.

“This town is filled only with the weakest H-grade monsters.

Where else will you find such a perfect chance? They’re all the lowest tier, perfect for sharpening our blades.” “I understand.

This is a rare chance to train,” Luo Feng smiled and nodded.

“Good.

See you outside the town at dawn tomorrow.” Yang Wu glanced cautiously around, then, with a whoosh, bolted away.

Luo Feng also swiftly darted into the shadows.

※※※※※※ Night descended, and massive floodlights shone upon the edges of the sealed town, illuminating many areas brightly, yet leaving numerous sections shrouded in gloom.

“According to what the martial artists in the complex said, monsters are divided into Beast Soldier, Beast General, and Lord levels, corresponding to human Warrior, War General, and War God levels, respectively.” Luo Feng stood still in a dusty, ruined alley, a hexagonal shield strapped to his left forearm, his right hand gripping the Blood Shadow Battle Saber.

“The weakest, the beginner Beast Soldier level, that’s the H-grade monster.

Equivalent in strength to a beginner human Warrior.” “Although this town is full of monsters, they mainly fall into three types: the 'Shadow Cat' from the feline family, which excels in speed; the 'Iron-Haired Wild Boar,' which relies on immense power and defense; and the 'Tiger Mastiff' among the canine monsters, whose speed and strength are both astonishing,” Luo Feng swept his gaze around.

Suddenly, a faint shadow slowly advanced from a collapsed two-story building in the distance.

With Luo Feng’s vision, he quickly discerned it: a monster, a meter and a half tall, covered in fur that looked like sharp spikes.

In its massive jaws, two enormous tusks caught the faint light refracted from the distant searchlights, reflecting a chilling gleam that made the heart tremble.

A normal domesticated pig, which humans eat, usually stands only sixty or seventy centimeters high.

This meant the monster was more than double the height of a common farm pig—it was the size of a small car.

“Iron-Haired Wild Boar? You’ll be my first kill.” Looking at the boar, Luo Feng stepped out of the alley, exposing himself to its sight.

“Hrrngh~~” The Iron-Haired Wild Boar fixed its gaze on the human warrior before it, holding a shield and a saber in his hands, emitting strange, low growls.

Then, its thick hooves violently pounded the concrete ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

It charged toward Luo Feng with a booming rush, accompanied by a foul, gusting wind, like a heavy Hummer crashing forward at high speed.

Its two sharp, long tusks aimed forward like a pair of giant scimitars.

“Hoo!” As the boar charged, Luo Feng swiftly dodged aside, moving to its flank.

The rapidly moving beast couldn't stop in time.

Then, a cold glint flashed in Luo Feng’s eyes; he erupted with all his strength, channeling it directly into his arm, swinging the Blood Shadow Battle Saber in a fierce upward slash without mercy! The edge of the saber carved up across the wild boar’s neck! Thwack! The boar’s head was cleanly severed and thrown through the air.

Blood sprayed violently from the severed neck, and the charging body continued to plow forward for over ten meters due to momentum before crashing down with a thud.

The carcass twitched on the ground for a while before finally expiring.

“Hoo, hoo.” Luo Feng took two deep breaths.

The sight of the monstrous neck wildly spraying blood made him tremble inwardly.

Killing a monster...

The very first time, it was certainly shocking.

“No wonder Uncle Wu said that many prospective martial artists, upon first tasting blood, can barely muster a tenth of their full strength.” Luo Feng analyzed the recent fight.

“The initial evasion was good, but later...

that one upward slash that cleanly decapitated the Iron-Haired Wild Boar wasted too much energy.

For an ordinary prospective martial artist, one strike couldn’t possibly sever the boar’s head.” The Iron-Haired Wild Boar’s defense was strong, but that was relative to the average prospective martial artist.

Luo Feng’s current strength, even compared to an Intermediate Warrior, was top-tier.

Battling this Iron-Haired Wild Boar was essentially bullying it.

“Following what the martial artist brothers at Mingyue Complex said, you can’t fight monsters head-on.

You must learn to exploit their weaknesses.” “Also, my heart faltered when I saw the severed neck gushing blood.

I must adapt! I’ll be fighting monsters frequently in the future, walking the edge of life and death.

If my mind isn't steady during a critical clash, losing my life is easy.” Luo Feng understood that the more critical the moment, the calmer one must be.

In truth, Luo Feng’s composure was already quite good; after all, for a first-time monster killer, many performed far worse.

Luo Feng walked up to the severed head and, with a sweep of his hand— Slice! He sliced off the Iron-Haired Wild Boar’s left ear and tucked it into the backpack behind him.

“First one! On to the next!” Luo Feng flickered and vanished swiftly down the street, leaving only the headless carcass lying on the road, its blood dyeing the dusty concrete crimson.

…… Time ticked by, and in every corner of the sealed town, bloody battles were erupting! Although these H-grade monsters and prospective martial artists had similar strength levels, humans possessed one advantage: intellect.

The weakest H-grade monsters possessed virtually no intelligence, only the raw instincts of wild beasts.

Around 8:00 PM.

On the rooftop of a six-story residential building, two dark shapes clashed violently.

Whoosh! A cold glint flashed.

Luo Feng was half-kneeling on the platform, a faint smear of blood staining the edge of his Blood Shadow Battle Saber.

The other dark shape was weakly thrown off, tumbling onto the rooftop, leaving a pool of blood behind.

“This Shadow Cat is indeed the fastest one; for an H-grade monster, its speed reached almost 40 meters per second.” Luo Feng stood up and walked over.

The Shadow Cat carcass on the ground was covered in gray fur, its body not large, only about half a meter long.

A terrifying gash marred its abdomen, where Luo Feng’s earlier strike had cut right through to its internal organs.

“For an ordinary prospective martial artist, this Shadow Cat would be quite threatening.

But running into me? Unlucky for it.” Luo Feng shook his head and sliced off the cat’s left ear.

Luo Feng’s speed was far superior to the Shadow Cat’s.

It couldn't be helped; Luo Feng was already at the level of an Intermediate Warrior, and among them, he was considered upper-tier.

“Fifth one.” Luo Feng secured his spoils.

“Killing about three monsters guarantees passage.

Five will certainly get me through! So...

from now on, I’ll seriously focus on honing my blade skills and footwork.” Killing monsters before was just to accumulate points, and now he had enough.

“I’ll now use a punching force of 1,000 kilograms and restrict my speed to 30 meters per second.

Time for a real spar with these monsters.” The Luo Feng before was merely crushing the monsters; they weren't on the same level.

Now, by suppressing his strength to make the matchup closer, it would serve as true practice.

After all, when venturing deeper into dangerous zones, he couldn't expect to always fight monsters a full tier weaker than himself.

“Begin!” Luo Feng stood at the edge of the residential building’s roof, slowly scanning below and around him.

“Hm? First one!” Luo Feng spotted a Tiger Mastiff instantly—spotted, streamlined, atop a dilapidated three-story villa diagonally below.

Luo Feng bolted immediately, leaping from the rooftop edge, soaring over ten meters, and landing heavily on the ruined villa’s top floor, making the floorboards shake violently.

Luo Feng rolled on the ground to absorb the impact, then sprang up and charged toward the Tiger Mastiff.

“Roar~~” The Tiger Mastiff also sprang to meet him in a leap.

…… A cold youth, his clothes stained with blood, walked swaggeringly through the streets, clutching the Ghost Moon Blade.

“I wonder how many monsters Luo Feng has killed,” the cold youth mused internally.

This was Wan Dong, the genius expert among the 1,680 prospective martial artists, the only one whose strength neared Luo Feng’s, having been recruited early by the Thunder Martial Arts School.

Although three people had been recruited ahead of time this time.

But one of the three was a firearms genius; his physical fitness wasn't considered top-tier.

Luo Feng and Wan Dong were the geniuses whose physical prowess was comparable.

“Hm?” Wan Dong’s gaze settled on a spot ahead.

He saw a figure engaged in a fierce struggle with two Shadow Cats.

The cats hissed as they constantly lunged with frightening speed, their sharp claws slashing relentlessly.

The figure skillfully dodged, sparring with both beasts.

“Luo Feng! Killing two Shadow Cats this slowly? You truly disappoint me,” Wan Dong called out loudly with a sneer.

Thwip! Thwip! Almost like lightning, two swift thrusts from the Blood Shadow Battle Saber in Luo Feng’s hand sent the two Shadow Cats tumbling to the ground, twitching briefly before falling still.

“So fast,” Wan Dong flinched, a shock running through him.

“And the strike was clean, hitting the Shadow Cats’ vital spots directly.” From those two jabs, Wan Dong realized Luo Feng’s strength should not be underestimated.

“I planned to play around a bit longer, keep practicing my footwork,” Luo Feng muttered as he looked at the two dead Shadow Cats.

“But that guy is too annoying.

I don’t want him seeing me train my movement and blade work.” Luo Feng sliced off the left ears of both Shadow Cats, placed them in his backpack, and vanished without sparing Wan Dong a glance.

———— Brothers, recommendation votes please~~~ .