Just four points short! Because of these four points, he had missed the chance to enter a military academy.

Twelve years of cultural education had resulted in this outcome.

"If I can't get into a military academy, so be it. What's the big deal?" Luo Feng's gaze sharpened. He raised his right hand, forming a knife edge, and sliced horizontally forward. The air vibrated violently from the palm blade's speed, emitting a chilling whoosh. "This coma has significantly boosted my strength!"

"Perhaps my current physical fitness has already reached the standard for a martial artist. I might be able to pass the 'Quasi-Martial Artist Assessment' now."

"Even if I'm a little short, the difference won't be huge. With one or two months of serious, diligent practice, I should be able to pass the 'Quasi-Martial Artist Assessment.'"

Luo Feng was highly adaptable. The score from the college entrance exam had been a huge blow, but the 'coma' that followed had elevated his physical condition again, instilling new confidence in him.

After all, the status of a military academy graduate was far inferior to that of a martial artist!

"Crack!" Luo Feng opened the door and entered the living room.

In the living room, his parents, Luo Hongguo and Gong Xinlan, and his younger brother, Luo Hua, all turned to look at him, concern etched in their eyes. Gong Xinlan even stood up and walked toward Luo Feng: "Xiaofeng, don't blame yourself for this college entrance exam score. It's all because of that headache illness. Sigh, why did this sickness flare up now? It hasn't happened in several years."

"Brother, you weren't discouraged, were you?" his younger brother Luo Hua teased from his wheelchair.

Luo Feng had been checking his scores inside, while his parents and brother had checked them on Luo Hua's laptop, learning that Luo Feng had missed the undergraduate line by only four points. Though they were somewhat disappointed, they were more worried about Luo Feng himself.

Luo Feng smiled: "Of course, I wasn't discouraged. Mom, Dad, please don't blame the headache either. To be honest, I should thank it?"

"Thank it?"

"Thank it?"

"Thank it?"

Luo Hongguo, Gong Xinlan, and Luo Hua, who was in the wheelchair, were all stunned. The college entrance exam was a major life event, and now Luo Feng was thanking the illness that had seemingly ruined his score?

"Mom, Dad, Ahua." Luo Feng smiled faintly. "I had two episodes of headaches severe enough to cause me to faint when I was little. In fact, after waking up both times, I felt my strength had increased significantly, and I could run faster. This time... is the same! I can feel that my physical fitness is leaps and bounds stronger than before. I estimate I can pass the 'Quasi-Martial Artist Assessment.'"

"What?" Luo Hongguo, Gong Xinlan, and Luo Hua exchanged glances.

"Brother, is that true?" Luo Hua couldn't help but ask.

"Of course, it's true." Luo Feng smiled slightly. "Once I pass the Quasi-Martial Artist Assessment, I can apply for the 'Martial Artist Combat Assessment.' I'm very confident in my actual combat abilities. I might become a martial artist this year!"

His father Luo Hongguo, mother Gong Xinlan, and brother Luo Hua were all stunned by the news.

A martial artist!

What did that signify? It represented the most transcendent group among humanity, meaning privilege! Meaning vast wealth! Meaning a supremely high status! Moreover, once one became a martial artist, the benefits brought to the family far surpassed those of becoming an elite cadet from a military academy.

"Our family is going to have a martial artist?" Luo Hua couldn't help but shout excitedly, "Haha, brother, I admire you."

"Xiaofeng, that's wonderful." Luo Hongguo excitedly clapped Luo Feng on the shoulder. "Becoming a martial artist is excellent. Compared to a martial artist, what is a military academy graduate?"

Currently, throughout global human society, martial artists were held in high reverence and awe.

Seeing his parents and brother so happy, Luo Feng chuckled: "Mom, Dad, but I haven't passed the assessment yet, so I shouldn't celebrate too soon."

"An eighteen-year-old martial artist?" Luo Hua couldn't help but squeal with excitement. "If my brother really becomes an eighteen-year-old martial artist, that, that would be incredibly, incredibly... awesome!!!"

××××××

The next morning, at five o'clock, just as the sky was beginning to lighten.

Luo Feng left home and headed toward the Limit Martial Arts Center.

"There are so few people at this hour." Upon entering the center, Luo Feng noticed only about a hundred figures scattered across the lawns and pathways. Considering the entire center had thirty to forty thousand students, "The instructors at the Martial Arts Center always teach in the evenings; that's when the center is most crowded."

Walking along the path, Luo Feng headed directly toward the advanced student teaching building.

"Rumble~~~" A low wave of air pressure sounded.

"Huh?"

Luo Feng turned his head and saw a magnificent, all-white sports car slowly entering the center. Luo Feng looked closely and gasped: Was that an Aston Martin sports car? And the latest, most expensive model with flight capabilities, the R-191?

His younger brother was obsessed with sports cars and had often praised the R-191 to Luo Feng at home.

"It's an Aston Martin."

"It's the 191; this one even has flight functions." The few sparse students scattered around the compound were all drawn over. "This single car costs 36 million Huaxia dollars."

Just then, the sports car stopped at the entrance of the advanced student teaching building. The door opened, and a man with short, fiery-red, dyed hair, wearing loose training attire, stepped out. His gaze swept casually around, passing over the ordinary martial arts students, pausing briefly on Luo Feng, then he moved directly into the teaching building without a word.

"He's a martial artist." Luo Feng's eyes lit up.

The martial artist's gaze just now had exerted pressure on Luo Feng—the look of someone possessing an iron will forged through repeated life-and-death struggles.

"I've never seen this martial artist at the center before. What is he here for?" Luo Feng also entered the third-floor training hall of the advanced student building.

The spacious training hall was empty. Not a soul inside.

It was just past five in the morning. Even during the busiest evenings, this hall rarely held more than twenty people, let alone this early in the morning.

"I need to see exactly how far my strength has reached now." Luo Feng walked over, plugged in the power cord for the punch force testing machine, turned on the switch, and activated the 'Speed Tester' situated some distance away.

Standing before the punch force tester.

"Begin!"

Luo Feng took a deep breath, centered on his waist and hips, generating powerful force that emanated from his core. Then, his spine arched sharply, like a massive python, transmitting a surging power through his arm, linking joint after joint. Luo Feng’s fist shot out like lightning, smashing into the punching bag with a sudden 'Peng!'

"Beep, beep, beep!" The punch force tester emitted three continuous beeps.

Luo Feng's eyes brightened. Normally, the punch force tester didn't make this sound. This sound indicated a specific situation—the punch force exceeded 1000kg.

"Hmm?" Luo Feng stared at the display screen of the punch force tester—'1089g'.

"That high?"

Luo Feng felt a wave of ecstatic joy. The requirement for a martial artist's physical fitness was a punch force of at least 900g. His previous punch force was 809g, and now it had reached 1089 kilograms, an increase of 280 kilograms overnight. Far exceeding the qualification line.

"Haha."

Luo Feng excitedly threw out rapid punches like lightning, his body swaying left and right. One after another, the sounds of 'Peng!' rang out, so fast that in the blink of an eye, Luo Feng had struck more than twenty times. The screen of the punch force tester displayed a string of numbers—'956g, 989g, 923g, 965g...'

"Time to test my speed." Luo Feng turned toward the running track. "As long as my speed passes, coupled with my neural reaction time, I already meet the standard. Then I'll definitely pass the Quasi-Martial Artist Assessment!"

Luo Feng regulated his breathing.

Whoosh!

His whole body shot out like a cannonball, rapidly traversing the track.

...

On the fourth floor of the advanced student teaching building, the red-haired man and the bald man in black were walking side-by-side, chatting happily.

"Yan Luo, it's been ages since we met," the bald man said with a smile. "Almost three years, right? That naive kid back then is now quite famous. I heard you made nearly one hundred million Earth Dollars this time, tsk tsk. Seeing you makes me feel like an old man."

"Just a bit of luck," the red-haired man chuckled. "Brother Jiang, you back then..."

"Beep, beep, beep!"

The faint sound coming from downstairs caused both of them to exchange surprised glances.

"The punch force tester downstairs is the most basic model. It beeps when it reaches 1000 kilograms," the bald man said in surprise. "Even at five in the morning, someone is practicing punches, and they can exceed a thousand kilograms with one strike. Could it be that Yang Wu?"

"Shall we go take a look?"

Whoosh! Whoosh!

One in black, one in white, the two figures transformed into blurs and sped down the stairs, arriving at the entrance of the third-floor training hall in almost an instant.

The bald man in black and the short-haired man in white stood side-by-side, looking into the training hall. Luo Feng was standing before the track, darting past.

"28.1 m/s." Both the bald man in black and the red-haired man in white clearly saw the speed displayed on the speed tester screen.

"This Luo Feng, his punch force exceeds 1000 kilograms, and his speed actually reaches 28.1 meters per second," the bald man in black exclaimed in astonishment.

"Brother Jiang, this kid isn't very old, is he? He has already met the physical fitness requirements for a martial artist," the red-haired man remarked, surprised. The bald man in black nodded: "Yes, his name is Luo Feng. He is one of the more talented students in this batch at our center. And he just turned eighteen this year!"

"Eighteen years old? So young?" The red-haired man's eyes lit up.

At this moment, Luo Feng, noticing the two men at the doorway, was startled. The red-haired man was the martial artist who had arrived in the sports car earlier, and the bald man in black was the director of this Limit Martial Arts Center, 'Jiang Nian'—the person with the highest authority. According to the center's rules, students addressed him as 'Instructor.'

"Instructor!" Luo Feng hurriedly bowed and called out.

"Come here," Instructor Jiang Nian called with a smile. "I didn't expect Luo Feng, you to reach the martial artist fitness requirements so quickly. Let me introduce you; this is your senior, Yan Luo. Yan Luo, it’s fine that I told him your name, right?"

"It's fine," Yan Luo looked at Luo Feng and nodded. "This young man has achieved the physical fitness standard for a martial artist at such a young age; perhaps in the future, we will have interactions."

Jiang Nian looked at Luo Feng and said with a smile: "Luo Feng, you are eighteen this year, so you just took the college entrance exam, right? Never mind how you did this year; what use is school? You should focus entirely on preparing for the 'Martial Artist Combat Assessment' now. Oh, by the way, on July 1st, go to the Yangzhou City Limit Center to take the 'Quasi-Martial Artist Assessment.' With your current strength, it will be very easy to pass."

"College entrance exam?" Yan Luo, standing nearby, smiled. "Don't waste time in university. You have good talent. No matter what you do, you must commit yourself fully. You need to dedicate all your energy to the martial path right now. Kid, join our Limit Martial Arts Center once you become a martial artist; that's where the real future lies."

These two martial artists held extremely high statuses and looked down upon the so-called wealthy and officials of society.

However, they were highly anticipating Luo Feng, who was about to enter the ranks of martial artists at such a tender age.

P: Chapter One is here! .