Chapter 107: A B-Rank Test?

The dim sky cast a gloomy shadow over the streets, where streams of monster blood flowed like rivers under the howling cold wind, heading toward the landing site of a hovering disc-shaped warcraft. This mysterious, deep-blue flying saucer completely captured the attention of every martial artist present. The last time Luo Feng had seen such a warcraft was during the rat tide incident.

“Why would a warcraft come here? And why stop right in front of us? Who are they looking for?” Luo Feng wondered inwardly.

The other martial artists nearby began whispering among themselves.

“A warcraft?”

“Is this a military aircraft or one used by a Warlord?”

The Firehammer Squad, the Beih River Squad, and the rescued Snowfox Squad—more than a dozen martial artists in total—stared at the warcraft in confusion. Normally, martial artists in the wilderness area rarely saw a warcraft flying overhead even once a year, let alone one landing directly in front of them.

“Whoosh!”

The cabin door opened.

Luo Feng watched closely as two figures leapt down one after the other. Both were clad in black combat uniforms and walked forward side by side. The one behind was none other than Zhuge Tao, one of the four leaders of the Jiangnan Base City’s Limit Martial Arts Gym.

Zhuge Tao gave Luo Feng a slight nod and a faint smile.

“Director Zhuge!”

“Director!”

Luo Feng, Gao Feng, and the members of the Firehammer Squad, along with the rescued Snowfox Squad, all greeted him respectfully. The Beih River Squad, however, remained silent on the sidelines—they belonged to the Thunder Martial Arts Gym.

Still, the members of the Firehammer, Snowfox, and Beih River Squads were puzzled. Why was one of the four great leaders of the Limit Martial Arts Gym in Jiangnan Base City acting like a mere attendant, following behind a middle-aged man?

Who was this middle-aged man?

“Luofeng, Gao Feng, and Tao Ke, let me introduce,” Zhuge Tao smiled, standing beside the middle-aged man. “This is Mr. Yang, a special envoy from our global headquarters. Mr. Yang is a Warlord-class expert.”

The members of the Firehammer Squad and Snowfox Squad were stunned.

“Mr. Yang!” everyone greeted respectfully.

“Hmm.”

The Warlord Yang merely nodded, not speaking much to the other martial artists. His gaze swept over the group and quickly settled on Luo Feng alone. This immediately drew puzzled looks from the other martial artists present. Why was this envoy from the global headquarters of Limit Martial Arts Gym staring at Luo Feng?

Luo Feng’s appearance was already familiar to Yang Hui, who had seen his photo before.

“Luofeng,” Yang Hui called.

“Mr. Yang,” Luo Feng responded quickly, though his mind was filled with confusion.

Zhuge Tao smiled at Luo Feng. “Luofeng, Mr. Yang flew all the way from our global headquarters specifically for you. He has invested a lot of effort in your case. You should be grateful to Mr. Yang.” Indeed, although Yang Hui shared the common Warlord trait of aloofness, he genuinely cared for talented juniors. If Yang Hui hadn’t petitioned the Inspector to allow Luo Feng into the “Elite Training Camp,” Luo Feng wouldn’t even have had the chance to take the “B-Class Trial.”

“There’s no need for thanks. Luo Feng earned this opportunity through his own efforts,” Yang Hui said with a faint smile.

Luo Feng was even more confused now.

What were Yang Hui and Zhuge Tao talking about? He couldn’t understand a word of it.

“Luofeng, come, let’s board the aircraft first,” Zhuge Tao urged, then turned to the Firehammer Squad. “Gao Feng, your Firehammer Squad will temporarily halt operations in the wilderness area and return to the base city. From today on, Luo Feng will no longer be a member of your squad. Be prepared for that.”

What?

Luo Feng and the other members of the Firehammer Squad were shocked.

“Director, what’s going on?” Luo Feng asked urgently.

“You’ll understand when we get back to the base city,” Zhuge Tao replied, glancing around. Although there was no need to keep it a secret, he didn’t want to explain in front of so many people.

Under the watchful eyes of the group, Luo Feng followed Zhuge Tao and the envoy Yang Hui onto the warcraft. The disc-shaped aircraft quickly ascended and vanished into the distant horizon as a streak of deep-blue light.

Gao Feng, Chen Gu, Wei Tie, and Wei Qing wore complex expressions.

They all realized…

The Firehammer Squad was likely to be disbanded!

The words Zhuge Tao had spoken—”Luo Feng will no longer be a member of your Firehammer Squad”—were clear enough. And today, a Warlord and a Director from the global headquarters had personally come to the wilderness area to fetch Luo Feng. This must be something big!

“Luofeng is probably going to the global headquarters for top-tier training,” Tao Ke, the leader of the Snowfox Squad, speculated.

“That’s very possible.”

“Luofeng’s strength definitely qualifies him for a top-tier training contract.”

“Don’t jump to conclusions. Even top-tier training at the global headquarters wouldn’t warrant a Warlord and a Director coming all the way to the wilderness area. In our Thunder Martial Arts Gym, there are two or three candidates each year for top-tier training. It only requires a Director’s recommendation and an envoy’s verification. A Warlord envoy wouldn’t personally come to the wilderness area,” said Kang Wei, the leader of the Beih River Squad, shaking his head. “Unless it’s the legendary… Warlord Preparatory Camp!”

“The Warlord Preparatory Camp?”

Guo Hai’s breath quickened, his face changing slightly. The legendary “Elite Training Camp,” known among martial artists as the “Warlord Preparatory Camp,” was the most prestigious training facility in the world. Entering it meant a ninety percent chance of becoming a Warlord, with the remaining ten percent resulting in injuries or death along the way.

“Luofeng entering the Warlord Preparatory Camp?” Guo Hai couldn’t help but clench his fists.

Natural rivalry arose between rivals.

“Only one or two people from the entire Jiangnan Base City get into the Warlord Preparatory Camp every few years. He’s going in? Impossible.” Guo Hai’s face darkened.

…

Whoosh!

The deep-blue warcraft streaked like a shooting star and soon arrived over Jiangnan Base City, slowly descending.

“Luofeng, we’ve arrived at the base city. We’ll disembark shortly,” Zhuge Tao said.

“Already here?” Luo Feng glanced at the aircraft.

The specifications of the warcraft were not publicly known, but based on his earlier observations, its speed was at least several times the speed of sound—easily covering kilometers per second. Combined with its near-straight flight path at high altitude, it had traveled from City 023 to Jiangnan Base City in just a few minutes.

“Whoosh—”

The cabin door opened automatically. Zhuge Tao, Luo Feng, and Yang Hui jumped down one by one. The warcraft had landed precisely on the rooftop helipad of the Limit Martial Arts Gym’s headquarters.

…

The 31st floor of the Limit Martial Arts Gym’s headquarters was a vast, open training hall, entirely silver-white in color. A man in white training attire sat cross-legged in the center, barefoot.

Ding!

The elevator doors opened, and Luo Feng followed Zhuge Tao and Yang Hui into the enormous training hall. The moment he entered, Luo Feng’s attention was drawn to the man in white. He could sense invisible waves of energy emanating from around him.

“His hands are huge,” Luo Feng noticed immediately. The man’s hands were like giant fans, each one the size of two normal hands.

“You’re here?”

The man in white stood up and smiled at Luo Feng. “You must be Luo Feng. Oh, Old Yang, you’re going to conduct the B-Class Trial for Luo Feng here in Jiangnan Base City?” Yang Hui hesitated slightly, then the man in white continued, “After you went to get Luo Feng, I thought it over. It would be more complicated to apply for the B-Class Trial here in the base city. Whether Luo Feng passes or fails, he’s going to the global headquarters anyway. Why not just do the B-Class Trial there? It would be much simpler.”

“You’re right,” Yang Hui chuckled. “That’s true. If he passes, he enters the ‘Elite Training Camp’; if he fails, he goes to the ‘Basic Training Camp.’ Either way, he’s heading to headquarters.”

In any case—

Luo Feng’s qualifications were more than enough to enter the Basic Training Camp without any problem.

Luo Feng listened to the two men speaking, his mind filled with confusion. What were they talking about—the B-Class Trial?

“Luofeng, this is the head of our Limit Martial Arts Gym in Jiangnan Base City,” Zhuge Tao whispered. Luo Feng suddenly realized—it was him! His mind quickly recalled the information he had seen online—Zhou Zhengyong, a Warlord expert known as the “Iron Hands,” and the head of the Limit Martial Arts Gym in Jiangnan Base City.

After a brief exchange between Zhou Zhengyong and Yang Hui, they turned their attention to Luo Feng.

“Luofeng, our global headquarters has two major training camps—the Basic Training Camp and the Elite Training Camp. You know about them, right?” Yang Hui said.

“I’m not familiar with them,” Luo Feng shook his head.

Zhou Zhengyong laughed heartily. “You’ve definitely heard of the top-tier training contracts.”

Luo Feng nodded. The Thunder Martial Arts Gym had once tried to recruit him using such a contract.

“The Basic Training Camp recruits talented individuals from around the world and provides them with the best training possible.”

“The Elite Training Camp is the number one training facility globally, recruiting only the most exceptional prodigies—true freaks of nature,” Zhou Zhengyong looked at Luo Feng. “Likewise, the Elite Training Camp boasts ‘freak’ level instructors—each one at least a Warlord, and even including ‘Inspectors’ and beyond—’Inspectors’ and even higher-ranked ‘Inspectors’ who surpass Warlords. The world’s strongest warrior, ‘Hong,’ also visits the camp. The second strongest, ‘Thunder God,’ is also invited there!”

Luo Feng was stunned.

The Elite Training Camp? Only prodigies were admitted? The instructors were at least Warlords? Even Hong and Thunder God would go there?

“It’s not just the best teachers. In the Elite Training Camp, you’ll also have access to the most advanced equipment on Earth, some of which are treasures unearthed from ancient civilization ruins. You’ll receive the most comprehensive education!” Zhou Zhengyong stared at Luo Feng, his voice filled with excitement.

Yang Hui sighed beside him. “The most talented students, the best teachers, the finest equipment—all gathered together. That’s the world’s number one training camp! As long as you don’t die, you’re practically guaranteed to become a Warlord!”

Luo Feng blinked twice.

“Of course, each spot in the Elite Training Camp is priceless! Even super-rich conglomerates, with all their connections and resources, would struggle to buy a single spot for hundreds of billions!” Yang Hui looked at Luo Feng. “Luofeng, you now have this opportunity to enter the world’s number one training camp. The only condition is—you must pass the B-Class Trial!”