Chapter 32 - Chapter 32. The Global Headquarters of Extreme Martial Arts

The Global Headquarters of Extreme Martial Arts, located in Honging Bay City in Western Asia, is in proximity to Europe during the great Nirvana period, Hong, accompanied by a group of followers, established rudimentary human settlements in this land, providing shelter for numerous refugees. As time progressed, honing base city expanded remarkably, ultimately evolving into its current form. Seated within a stretched Cadillac, Wong Y and Yong Hi gazed out at the stunning scenery outside. The entire base city was a sight to behold. Its architectural style a complete homage to ancient Chinese designs with pavilions and towers dotting the landscape. Wong he found himself enamored with the local perhaps due to his innate heritage as a native of Hashia. As an individual, Hong was indeed remarkable. Wong amused. Among the five major nations and 23 base cities worldwide, Hong commanded one, the foremost figure in strength, authority, and wealth. Moreover, the Extreme Martial Arts Academy under his command was the premier martial arts institution globally, wielding immense influence. Countless young individuals grew up inspired by the legends surrounding Hong. Yet, Wongi pondered, "This prominence was merely terrestrial. In the vast cosmos, it held little significance. Regardless, Hongs contributions to humanity were indelible in both past and present. Wong he held a deep respect for Hong. Before long, they arrived at the elite training camp. Wong E and Yang Hi disembarked and entered through the expansive gates of the training facility. Upon crossing the threshold, Wongi beheld an imposing black dragon sculpture nearly 50 m in height. Its massive eyes were fixed upon the entrance, ensuring that anyone who entered would be met with its formidable gaze. Confronted by the dragon's eyes, an overwhelming aura of darkness enveloped him. Although mentally prepared, he felt a slight constriction in his breath. Wongi recognized that this was in fact a genuine SS class king level beast. After being slain by Hong, the dragon's eyes were immortalized in this sculpture, imparting an intangible might to the entire structure. Ordinary individuals would feel an invisible influence merely by gazing upon it, while even martial artists would sense the pressure on the black scales of the colossal dragon. Numerous small screens displayed names. Number one, Renatus Bridge 530,321. Number two, Hijing 520,39. Number three, Eban Pa 520,916. Number four, Chu Chong 540,6001. Number 183, Arthur Yates, 560,5002. Wong E recognized this as the so-called black dragon ranking of the elite training camp, noting with surprise the name of Chu Chong, a character he was familiar with from the original text, surprisingly ranked fourth. As of June 29th, 2056, Chu Chong had entered the elite training camp in June of 2015. And in just two years, he had surpassed numerous prodigies worldwide to attain such a high ranking, indicating his considerable talent. The individual at the bottom of the list likely entered in May of this year. It appeared that he was the only new entrant for June. Wongi thought Yang Hi elaborated on the workings of the training camp. Currently, there are a total of 184 students in the elite training camp, all hailing from the world's finest talents. with monthly rankings. Those ranked in the bottom three for three consecutive months face elimination. Wong noted how fluently Yong Hui recited this information, indicating he had likely explained it to many others before. As they traverse the training camp, Wong marveled at the exquisite ancient architecture. With elegant palaces and delicate pavilions, evoking a sense of stepping back into history. The gardens with artificial hills and flowing streams resembled a paradise on earth. He observed young men and women of various ethnicities clad in training attire moving about. These were the official students of the elite training camp. Yang Hi pointed towards a towering n-story edifice at the camp's heart known as the 9ine-fold tower which serve as the primary venue for learning and training, including special training rooms. Wong Yi's eyes lit up. Finally, I've arrived. Each year, 30 to 40 students graduated from the elite training camp, necessitating an equal number of new admissions. However, twothirds of these slots were filled from the foundational training camps of extreme martial arts with only one-third open to applicants from around the globe. This meant that on average only a handful of individuals could gain entry to the elite training camp each year with some base cities seeing no candidates for several years. The foundational training camp had a three-year curriculum while the elite training camp spanned 5 years with student numbers in the foundational camp far exceeding those in the elite camp resulting in fierce competition. Yet, this was of little concern to Wong Ei. Yang Hui escorted Wong to a two-story building styled in ancient architecture where he would be accommodated. He informed Wong that he would need to attend a trial at the 9-fold tower at noon the following day. However, Yang Wi assured him that this was merely a routine evaluation to assess his current level and regardless of the outcome, he would be permitted to join the elite training camp, advising him not to feel any psychological burden. Wongi understood that this so-called trial would entail navigating the challenges of the virtual spaces testing tower. He felt no anxiety. Given his current agility and swordsmanship, combined with his mastery of the first level of the nine-fold thunderblade, he could easily surpass the B-level test faced by Luo Fong in the original narrative. Typically, the entrance test for the elite training camp were merely A-level challenges. Luo Fangs beloved test was a result of the lack of available slots for Hua that year, thus raising the difficulty. After Yong Hi departed, Wong he stood alone in the serene pavilion, placing his backpack down in the study on the second floor before stepping onto the balcony to gaze over the training camp. As dusk approached, the entire camp bass in the golden glow of the setting sun, the ancient, exquisite buildings appearing as if draped in a gossamer of gold, tranquil and ethereal, almost unreal in their beauty. What splendid place, Wong is silently praised. While admiring the camp's stunning vistas, Wongi did not forget the more pressing matter at hand. Signing in the next moment, a notification chimed. Ding! Congratulations, host for successful check-in. Reward 10. Experience in agility and swordsmanship. Your agility has been elevated to the level of comprehension. Your swordsmanship has been elevated to the level of comprehension. This location can be checked in zero times. Almost instantaneously, a surge of powerful information flooded Wong Yi's consciousness. He felt dazed as if immersed in an ocean of time. witnessing a youth who bore an uncanny resemblance to him. Coldly practicing his swordsmanship, undeterred by the changing seasons or inclement weather amidst forests, oceans, grasslands, mountains, and deserts. Uncertain how much time had elapsed when the young man finally arrived at a desolate realm where the ashes floated down from above. He was abruptly captivated by the sight of a towering volcano erupting. The heavens trembled and the earth quaked as everything was engulfed in a confflgration, turning to ash. In that moment, enlightenment struck the youth like a bolt of lightning. He dashed forth with astonishing speed, akin to a fiery meteor streaking across the sky. With a single stroke of his blade, it was as if the volcano had erupted, incinerating all in its wake. Boom! Wong ejolted awake, his heart still echoing with that sensation. "Is this the realm of intention? Have I truly ascended to the realm of intention?"