A moment passed.
Pavilion Master He's face was smiling, "Zhou Bo, well done! Your Zheng City has finally produced a Genius!"
Zhou Bo was excited upon hearing this, "No problem getting into the Elite Training Camp, right?"
"Absolutely no problem!"
Pavilion Master He patted his chest, "The fourth level of Flowing Wind requires movement technique to reach the perfect level. Since this kid has mastered it, he can even pass the Training Camp's B-level assessment. Generally, the highest special recruitment is only a B-level assessment, so by then, it's just a matter of going through the process."
Perfect-level movement technique provides immense assistance to one's combat power.
Especially when facing a monster siege, perfect-level movement technique allows a Martial Artist to fully utilize everything around them, even using the monsters' bodies to dodge.
"Haha, that's good!"
Zhou Bo was completely relieved.
And Pavilion Master He looked at Shen Ping, "I need to go back and report to the Inspector, then wait for the headquarters' reply. It will probably take at least three or four days. You can stay in the community during this time."
Shen Ping nodded.
Soon.
Pavilion Master He left.
Zhou Bo patted Shen Ping's shoulder, "Xiao Shen, the Elite Training Camp is known as the God of War preparatory camp. The worst among those who come out are Elementary Gods of War. Your current combat power is already close to an Elementary God of War. After a few years of training there, I believe you will be able to reach the Elementary Warlord rank in the future, so work hard and don't waste this opportunity!"
"Uncle Zhou, I understand!"
Expectation also filled Shen Ping's eyes.
… …
The real world.
Evening.
New Recruit Mess Hall.
Shen Ping and Li Wen, along with three other classmates they got along with, sat together eating.
Last night, they had just finished their sixth intensive training session, and the pressure from the content was no less than that of the fourth intensive training.
"I never thought the Beastman Civilization was so powerful. The ones currently fighting our Human Race in space are actually just their cannon fodder troops!"
Li Wen's Face was somewhat dejected, "What's the point of fighting like this then? No matter how much we struggle, we will ultimately be annihilated by the Beastman Civilization!"
"That's right. The highest strength of our Human Race is only Universe Rank, and this is after hundreds of years of accumulation. Although the Beastman Civilization cannot break through the limitations of space cracks for now, if it continues, they will eventually break through!"
"It's quite despairing, but there's no other way. No matter how despairing, we have to continue. We can't just surrender and become slaves of the Beastman Civilization, can we?!"
"Back in the Vicious Beast era, our Human Race had no resistance whatsoever. If it weren't for the High Tower World turning the tide, we would have probably fallen long ago!"
The other three also spoke.
Shen Ping looked up at them and said faintly, "Don't forget, Universe Rank individuals are also cannon fodder in the High Tower World. This indicates that the High Tower World is not at all weaker than the Beastman Civilization, perhaps even stronger. So, as long as we can rise in the High Tower World, there might be hope in reality to resolve the Beastman Civilization!"
Li Wen couldn't help but curl his lips, "Shen Ping, you're quite confident!"
"I'm not overly confident; I have confidence in the High Tower World!"
Shen Ping continued, "Besides, if there was truly no hope at all, the Global high-level officials would have given up on this planet long ago!"
Upon hearing this.
Li Wen's eyes lit up, "That's right! Now, with the help of the High Tower World, our real-world technological level isn't low, and leaving the Astral Rank isn't difficult. But China has never given up on the Mother Planet, which means there must be hope. Hehe, Shen Ping, you're quite smart. I didn't even think of that."
Shen Ping rolled his eyes.
He changed the topic, "Li Wen, didn't you say last time that a Universe mercenary took a liking to your Aptitude? How are things now?"
As soon as this was mentioned.
Li Wen immediately became energetic, and a smile couldn't help but appear on his Face, "That important Universe mercenary figure transmitted a secret technique to me, saying that as long as I can Cultivate this secret technique to an introductory level within a hundred years, passing the assessment will be very easy!"
"Li Wen, it seems that important figure really values you, to even transmit a secret technique!"
"That's right, secret techniques in the High Tower World are very precious. We can't even buy them, let alone get access to them!"
"Go for it, Li Wen, among us few, you have the most promising future!"
The other three classmates said enviously.
Shen Ping also casually praised, "Go for it."
However, he couldn't help but shake his head inwardly. The secret technique of a one-star Universe mercenary was indeed precious, but no matter how precious, it couldn't compare to the Yun Mo Planet secret technique buried deep underground on Earth.
The reason he chose to be born on Earth.
Besides Earth being special, the most important reason was the Star-Ink lineage secret technique.
Because it was the easiest to access!
If one were to choose a Human Race star-faring propagation site in the Universe, unless one was incredibly lucky and directly descended as a direct disciple of an Undying expert, or a direct descendant of a Family, wanting to access powerful secret techniques would simply be a pipe dream!
In the Devouring World.
Secret techniques are very important.
No matter how strong your Aptitude and Comprehension Ability are, without a good Cultivation secret technique, it's useless. Like Hong and Thunder God, their Comprehension Ability and Aptitude are excellent, but if they didn't have the Star-Ink lineage secret technique, they would probably be stuck at the Planetary Level their entire lives.
After finishing the meal.
Shen Ping returned to his dormitory and directly entered the High Tower World.
… …
The next day.
People from the Dojo of Limits arrived.
"Mr. Shen, we are here to conduct the combat record evaluation!"
The two staff members said.
Shen Ping suddenly realized. Indeed, he had applied earlier, but he didn't expect the efficiency to be so fast; it hadn't even been a day, and people from the main branch had already arrived.
"What needs to be done? Go to the Wilderness Area to hunt Vicious Beasts, or…?"
He asked.
A staff member smiled and said, "Normally, you would need to personally hunt an Elementary Warlord for us to pass the combat record evaluation, but it's different now. We all know about the Chairman personally coming yesterday, and your strength is not an issue, so you only need to go through a test procedure."
Shen Ping was startled, "It spread so fast?"
The two staff members smiled but said nothing.
Actually, this was mainly due to Zhou Bo's loud voice. When he roared on the phone yesterday, almost all the Martial Artists in the entire gym heard it, and the words '21-year-old Elementary Warlord,' 'Training Camp,' and so on, naturally made many Martial Artists itch with curiosity. After subsequent inquiries and discussions, they fully understood that Shen Ping from their district was actually going to enter the Training Camp of the Global Dojo of Limits headquarters!
Such a shocking event naturally spread extremely quickly.
The test was very efficient.
Not long after.
Shen Ping's identity information on his wristband changed.
His strength was that of an Intermediate Warlord, but his combat record evaluation was that of an Elementary Warlord.
For the next two or three days.
Shen Ping stayed obediently in his villa, maintaining high-efficiency Cultivation every day. However, what made him a little helpless was that every time he went out, he would encounter many enthusiastic greetings from Martial Artist Family members and Martial Artists.
Even more so, the number of girlfriend introductions surged!
The fourth day.
A disc-shaped fighter jet soared from the sky and landed on the lawn in front of the Dojo of Limits.
"It's a fighter jet from the headquarters!"
"It seems to be for Shen Ping from our district."
"Nonsense, how many years has it been since we last saw a fighter jet in our district? How could it not be for Shen Ping this time?!"
Many Martial Artist Family members discussed.
Chen Ying even ran to Shen Ping's house to inform him, "Xiao Shen, congratulations, congratulations!"
Shen Ping smiled and said, "Ying Jie, I'll go over first. Once the date is set, our team will meet up once beforehand."
"Alright."
He quickly arrived at the Dojo of Limits lobby.
Shen Ping saw Zhou Bo accompanying two men in conversation. One was Chairman He of the Huazhong Base City main branch, whom he had met before. The other was a middle-aged man, who turned his gaze with a smile.
"You must be Shen Ping. I am Yang Hui, the special envoy from the Dojo of Limits headquarters."