Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Birth of a Monster!

At that very moment, Zhao Rang let out a thunderous roar!

"Martial Skill: Spring Leg!"

Zhao Rang’s speed tripled in an instant, and he shot toward Liang Shi like a bullet. This speed exceeded Liang Shi’s expectations, and several people in the audience widened their eyes in shock. Even the other examiner, who had remained expressionless throughout the day, wore a look of utter astonishment!

"Mastery!"

That’s right; this was the source of Zhao Rang’s arrogance. His blood-energy value exceeded 3, and he had mastered a first-tier martial skill to the advanced level of "Mastery"! This was why he believed he was the only protagonist of today’s martial artist examination, and why he harbored such hostility toward Yang Feng, the boy who had stolen his spotlight.

The onlookers in the hall gasped subconsciously.

BOOM!

With a deafening crash, the Spring Leg landed on Liang Shi’s body. The immense force pushed Liang Shi back a step!

Liang Shi regained his footing and offered an evaluation: "You are quite good. To have mastered the Spring Leg to the level of Mastery—congratulations, you have passed the examination!"

The praise from the examiner and the focus of the crowd left Zhao Rang intoxicated. He could sense that even the two beautiful young women nearby were looking at him with surprise. This was perfect; this was the scene he had envisioned. He once again donned his arrogant, rebellious expression.

"Next, Yang Feng!"

Hearing his name, Yang Feng stood up and walked toward the blood-energy chamber. Zhao Rang happened to be stepping off the stage at the same time. As they passed each other, Zhao Rang intended to throw a snide remark, but for some reason, the moment he drew near Yang Feng, he felt an instinctive sense of danger. This danger made him shut his mouth instinctively.

The moment they passed was brief. By the time Liang Shi reacted, Yang Feng was already three meters away. It felt redundant to say anything then, so he could only sit back down in annoyance, intending to mock Yang Feng mercilessly once the assessment was over.

"Examinee Yang Feng, eighteen years old?" Liang Shi asked, frowning.

"Yes, examiner!"

An eighteen-year-old taking the martial artist examination while accompanied by two such stunning girls—Liang Shi essentially pegged him as a layabout. He had no patience for such people, and his expression turned cold.

"Begin the blood-energy measurement!"

Yang Feng could sense the examiner's coldness, but he lived by the mantra that the world is full of all sorts of people. Whatever the reason, as long as it didn’t interfere with his assessment, it didn't matter. The so-called "Generation 25" blood-energy chamber was the same model used at the Bengquan Martial Arts Hall. Yang Feng stepped inside and clicked to start the measurement.

As the beams of light scanned his entire body:

"Beep. Martial artist Yang Feng, blood-energy value: 11.3!" the system’s emotionless voice announced.

Silence. A long, profound silence. If Zhao Rang’s results had been surprising, Yang Feng’s score was like a high-explosive bomb that stunned everyone into numbness. Lin Xiaorong was the first to react; she immediately tugged at the slightly dazed Zheng Jinning.

"Jinning, look! Look at his blood-energy value!"

As the silence was broken, the entire examination hall seemed to come back to life. Liang Shi didn't speak; he immediately rushed to check the blood-energy chamber, fearing the machine had malfunctioned due to such an astonishing result. An eighteen-year-old first-tier martial artist was considered a genius—a person in the spotlight. But what would an eighteen-year-old second-tier martial artist be? He didn't even dare to imagine.

The crowd erupted into shocked discussion. The once-arrogant Zhao Rang stood frozen in place. So much for being the protagonist. But at this moment, no one was paying him any mind. A martial artist with a blood-energy value of 3 was a dime a dozen at the Martial Artists' Guild. But this Yang Feng was a once-in-a-lifetime anomaly. Everyone held their breath, waiting for the final confirmation.

To be safe, Liang Shi personally performed the test again, finally reaching a conclusion: the blood-energy chamber was functioning perfectly! He slowly climbed out of the chamber, looked at Yang Feng with a complex expression, and finally announced:

"Examinee Yang Feng, blood-energy value 11.6. Valid and confirmed!"

"Holy crap, that's insane."

"Damn, even if I don't pass this exam, it was worth coming just for this."

"He's only eighteen. What kind of family does he come from? Do they feed him monster meat every day?"

"No wonder he can pick up such pretty girls; he’s clearly not ordinary!"

"I'm envious... I'm jealous!"

"He's a monster."

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"Examiner Liang Shi, may we proceed with the next part of the assessment?"

Yang Feng wasn't surprised by the result, as he had already tested it back in Zhengfu City.

"Yes, we can begin now," Liang Shi said immediately. "But before we do, I have a question: do you know any second-tier martial skills?"

Yang Feng shook his head and replied honestly: "No, I don't!"

That was a pity, Liang Shi thought with regret. Even if your blood-energy is sufficient, you cannot become a second-tier martial artist without a second-tier martial skill. Yang Feng smiled slightly but did not explain.

The two stepped onto the ring. Unlike the previous, casual bout, Liang Shi immediately adopted a defensive stance this time. The opponent’s blood-energy had reached the standard of a second-tier martial artist—he was essentially a "half-step" second-tier martial artist. If he were careless, he could easily be caught off guard, and that would be humiliating.

"You may use your full strength. I will grade you based on your performance!"

He had set up a defensive posture; in this state, even if a true second-tier martial artist attacked with full force, he could block it. He was extremely confident.

Hearing this, Yang Feng prepared to go all out. After all, the opponent was a second-tier martial artist! He cycled the Furnace Fire Breathing Technique within his body. With every inhalation and exhalation, he sounded like a car engine. A low, vibrating hum emanated from Yang Feng’s body!

The entire ring began to resonate with his breathing technique, and his skin began to flush red. The Furnace Fire Breathing Technique was an explosive breathing method, which, when paired with his "Peak Mastery" level Crushing Fist, was one of his most powerful means. He had never used it before, simply because he hadn't found a suitable opponent and was afraid of killing someone. But now, he had no such worries. The opponent was a second-tier martial artist with higher blood-energy and knowledge of second-tier techniques. Most importantly, the examiner had told him to use his full strength!

Feeling the vibrations in the floor of the ring and witnessing the terrifying aura rising from Yang Feng, a drop of cold sweat began to slide down Liang Shi’s forehead.

*Strange? Why is my heart racing?*

*Why does it feel like I won't be able to block this?*

Facing Yang Feng directly, a storm of thoughts erupted in Liang Shi’s mind.

In the next moment, Yang Feng’s figure turned into a flash of fire, and he threw a punch toward Liang Shi! Seeing this flaming fist, Liang Shi felt the sheer terror of the blow.

"Crap! Crap! Crap!"

He cursed out loud! He immediately pushed his breathing technique to its limit, but instead of trying to block the punch, he chose to dodge. The examiner jumped out of the way!

No one had anticipated this. Yang Feng certainly hadn't, so the unblocked punch continued forward, turning into a fist print that blasted through the wall of the Martial Artists' Guild!

BOOM, CRASH!

The massive sound echoed throughout the entire guild building, drawing everyone's attention. For a moment, some even suspected that the guild had been hit by a cannon shell!