Within the enclosed town, slaughter continued relentlessly.
Some initiates, facing beasts for the first time, were injured and reluctantly pressed the emergency button on their communication watches, only to be met with failure. Others, having slain beasts, were left pale with fear. Yet there were also skilled initiates who, after defeating beasts, became wildly exhilarated and excited.
Not far from this enclosed town, inside a large building, numerous surveillance monitors displayed everything happening in various areas of the town.
“How immature their techniques are!” In one of the building’s rooms, a military officer and a burly man sat drinking together. On the wall behind them, a large screen displayed the ongoing carnage within the town. The burly man sighed, “Watching these younglings fight beasts reminds me of our youth!”
“Yeah, look at them, most are in their early twenties—their prime, yet also their most inexperienced time.” The officer sighed as well. “Old Wang, time flies. We’ve grown older too. Back then, we were rising stars in Jiangnan City. Now you’re the director of the Thunderclap Martial Academy, a regional power in your own right. Haha!”
The burly man laughed heartily. “Iron Monkey, haven’t you climbed up to the rank of junior general?”
“Hmm?” The officer suddenly looked surprised, his gaze fixed on the screen. “Old Wang, look quickly.”
Displayed on the screen were recordings from surveillance cameras across the town. As there were many cameras, the footage kept switching.
“Switched off?” The officer immediately picked up the nearby landline and ordered, “Track back to the footage from camera 21 earlier. Lock onto that initiate.”
“Yes, sir.” A firm voice came from the phone.
Wang Heng, the burly man, looked at his companion in confusion. “Iron Monkey, what exactly did you see?”
“You’ll see soon enough.” The officer smiled mysteriously.
Soon, the footage returned to the screen. It showed five dark shadows attacking a single initiate. These five shadows were five H-grade Shadow Cats, while the attacked initiate wielded a hexagonal shield and a Blood Shadow Blade. He looked quite young—it was Luo Feng!
“Ah!” Wang Heng’s eyes lit up.
“What do you think? Isn’t this young man impressive?” The officer marveled, “He treats this martial artist practical exam as a free opportunity to train his footwork! And look—his movement techniques are extraordinary!”
“Microscopic Precision!”
“Exactly—Microscopic Precision!” Wang Heng’s eyes gleamed as he stared at Luo Feng, who was dodging the attacks of the five Shadow Cats. Each of Luo Feng’s evasive maneuvers was small but precise, effortlessly avoiding each Shadow Cat’s assault. His calm, leisurely movements completely captivated these two powerful observers!
Microscopic Precision footwork was something even many Warlord-ranked martial artists couldn’t achieve.
“His footwork has actually reached the level of Microscopic Precision. Unbelievable!” Wang Heng inhaled sharply, “He’s only eighteen. Footwork isn’t like physical strength—natural talent can make one strong, but footwork requires accumulated experience from countless battles and a solid foundation before one can gradually reach the level of Microscopic Precision.”
“How do you know he’s eighteen?” The officer was startled, “Do you know him?”
“He’s called Luo Feng. Damn it, he was recruited early by the Limit Martial Academy.” Wang Heng muttered bitterly, “The Limit Martial Academy sure got lucky. This Luo Feng, at only eighteen, already has exceptional physical strength. And now his footwork is even more astonishing—Microscopic Precision! At such a young age, already reaching this level. Just imagine what he’ll be like in the future!”
It was well known that many Warlord-ranked martial artists hadn’t even reached the level of Microscopic Precision footwork. Thus, reaching such a level was truly terrifying.
In actual combat, physical strength was only one aspect. Footwork, blade techniques, and combat awareness were all crucial factors.
“No way!”
Wang Heng slammed the table. “Such a prodigy can’t be allowed to fall into the Limit Martial Academy’s hands! Luckily, I was out drinking with you, Iron Monkey, and saw this footage.”
“What are you planning?” The officer smiled.
“What else? Recruit him!” Wang Heng glared, “Steal him away! The Limit Martial Academy probably hasn’t realized how astonishing this young man’s footwork is. I’ll snatch him first! What’s money? Hmph! What luck, what luck! This year’s batch actually produced such an amazing young man. Compared to him, Wan Dong is nowhere near his level!”
The officer chuckled.
“Iron Monkey, later, copy this footage for me,” Wang Heng said.
“Sure, no problem.” The officer nodded with a smile.
…
As dawn broke, within the enclosed beast-infested town, in a dilapidated residential area, Luo Feng was surrounded by three Tiger Mastiff Dogs, two Shadow Cats, and two Iron-Furred Wild Boars. Attracting seven beasts to attack him had taken considerable effort.
“Good.”
“Again.”
“Just like this.”
Luo Feng remained calm, as if strolling leisurely. He stepped left, then right, backward, forward. Sometimes he twisted his waist slightly, sometimes he crouched slightly…
With these subtle movements, he effortlessly avoided all seven beasts’ attacks.
“Roar~~” Luo Feng noticed a Tiger Mastiff Dog lunging from behind. With four other beasts attacking simultaneously, he immediately pivoted his foot and shifted his body.
“Not good, almost got hit!” Luo Feng thought inwardly.
Just as the Shadow Cat’s claws were about to strike him, his body strangely shifted five centimeters sideways, narrowly avoiding the attack.
“This is what they call Microscopic Precision footwork—it’s extremely difficult to master.” Although he appeared to have dodged all attacks, Luo Feng knew the truth—he had failed! At the last moment, he had used his mental energy to push against his hexagonal shield, generating a force that shifted him sideways.
Footwork was crucial in combat, so Luo Feng spent the entire night honing his skills. According to conventional wisdom, footwork training required a solid foundation—usually a decade of hard work. Then, through years of battling beasts, one developed reflexive dodging instincts. When these became second nature, one could reach the level of spontaneous, effortless movement.
Solid foundation, proficiency, spontaneous movement—these were the first three levels of footwork. Beyond them lay Microscopic Precision!
Microscopic Precision meant having extremely fine control over one’s body and strength, achieving the most refined dodges with minimal effort. Each movement seemed calculated by a computer. The difficulty of Microscopic Precision lay in the fact that even the slightest mistake during small evasive movements could result in being struck by a beast. And being hit by a beast usually meant death or serious injury.
Training in Microscopic Precision against much weaker beasts yielded little benefit.
Currently, under attack from seven beasts, Luo Feng was exerting his full strength and speed. Yet dodging all seven beasts’ attacks was extremely difficult.
“Can I be considered at the Microscopic Precision level now?”
“I’m using the smallest possible movements to dodge precisely. Although sometimes I still make mistakes.” Luo Feng felt mentally drained. His Blood Shadow Blade, which had remained unused until now, swung swiftly. Five beasts screamed in pain and fell dead. The remaining two fled upon seeing the situation.
“No matter what…”
“After this night’s training, my footwork has at least improved two or three times over.” Luo Feng smiled. No amount of practice could compare to close combat with beasts. And even beast combat couldn’t match Luo Feng’s extreme training of minimal movement dodging.
Only by challenging the limits of one’s body could one truly know the limits of one’s dodging ability!
This night’s training brought immense benefits to Luo Feng.
Luo Feng, in a one-on-one fight, was stronger than these H-grade beasts—Tiger Mastiff Dogs, Shadow Cats, and Iron-Furred Wild Boars. One-on-one, he had the advantage. But seven beasts attacking together could still kill a human. After all, a punch delivering over 3000 kilograms of force could be matched by a beast’s 2000-kilogram impact, enough to make Luo Feng spit blood!
Even a prodigy like Wan Dong wouldn’t dare train this recklessly!
Otherwise, one could easily be torn apart by seven beasts.
But Luo Feng dared!
Because he had mental energy. If he made a mistake and faced danger, he could immediately use his mental energy on his shield or Blood Shadow Blade, generating an extra force to help him shift sideways again.
“Pity, this mental energy can only act on inanimate objects. Once it approaches a living body, it directly enters the body.” Luo Feng shook his head. Mental energy couldn’t control humans or animals, only metals, woods, etc. Still, it had already given Luo Feng a huge advantage.
At the very least…
He could achieve Microscopic Precision-level dodging.
Of course, it was a modified form of Microscopic Precision. Because once he made a mistake, he relied on his mental energy to push him. But his dodging ability was no worse than a normal Microscopic Precision level. In fact, it was even more unpredictable!
“Wu wu wu~~”
Suddenly, the entire town echoed with piercing sounds. At the same time, a deep voice boomed through the town’s loudspeakers, “Time’s up. All initiates, immediately proceed to the town’s exit.”
“The martial artist practical exam is over?” Luo Feng smiled.
“In the future, I will continue training in Microscopic Precision footwork until the day I can achieve it without relying on mental energy.” Luo Feng cut off the left ears of the five fallen beasts, stored them in his backpack, and quickly made his way toward the town’s exit.
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