Chapter 75: Casually Passing

''You seem tough for a new recruit,'' said the trainee before me. He was at Viscera Purifying rank 1 just like me. It wouldn't be fair if they made us fight against high ranked practitioners.

I cupped my fists, looking humble, which I was not but had to act. I got into a relaxed stance after that. After three months of practicing in 16 Breaths of Stillness, my whole bearing had changed.

I usually looked cautious and ready every time. It was forced but now, I was like a normal person taking a stroll in this fighting ground.

Practitioners around us gave their all against the trainees they were fighting against, while we were still locked in a standoffish staredown. The trainee, who introduced himself as Lwai Hefuur, seemed more like a new recruit than me. He was tense.

''Come on, give me your ten moves and let's just be done with it,'' I waved my hands, motioning him to start.

He stomped the ground and ran towards me with a force comparable to that of a craoca. However, I efficiently dodged him, my hands clasped behind my back. The difference was not just in the quality of our bodies but also in that of our Body Tempering techniques.

His body seemed to be tempered by some beast type technique and although it gave him great strength, he was disadvantaged against me in terms of other areas such as agility, stamina and perception.

He roared and came before me. He incessantly punched me, each fist blowing gusts of air that stroked past my ears. He had no weapon with him and I managed to create some distance between him and myself.

When punches didn't work, he tried tackling me with his body, coming at a burst of speed. However, I suddenly kicked the ground and pushed my palms against his charging body.

He seemed confused but then realized that I had used his own force to move away from the point of collision. Changing directions would only make him lose the accumulated charging force. He sighed and stopped.

This time, I charged towards him instead. My feet blurred as I moved at a speed he was incapable of achieving.

How could someone at the same rank as him be this powerful? He panicked. For a trainee who was sent to filter out the assessment takers, he was really disappointing.

I took out my Silverite and circled him, not attacking. He looked back and forth, left and right, clearly trying to track my movement. His eyes could see me of course, but his brain couldn't react properly when I came behind him, with my fan unfolded and aiming at his neck.

He could feel the sharp wind that preceded a lethal attack and hurriedly ducked. I gave a sudden kick to his knees, trying to destabilize him but he was firm even as he dodged.

''I see, how about this?'' I casually added a punch along with my other attacks and he was torn between choices, to dodge my punch or the sharp fan.

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He couldn't choose both because I was attacking him from two different directions. He didn't wait more than two seconds to take the punch while narrowly avoiding a cut on his neck.

''Ack!'' He coughed, not blood but saliva. A punch wasn't that harmful on its own for someone at the same rank and stage as me. That's why, I hit him more. A knee kick to the stomach, then a karate chop on the right shoulder.

Oh, I was supposed to struggle while taking his ten attacks but I was beating him instead. Was this the level of First Sky Martial House? It couldn't be that low. I mean, what about the face of whoever ran this place?

'I should probably stop,' I thought. I had done enough damage to him. The man wasn't my true enemy or something, I had no intention of making him a cripple.

Even the earlier attack with my folding fan was to drive him into a corner. Why would I even kill someone I just met? My attacks were all controlled.

''Thank you for showing mercy,'' said the trainee, breathing heavily.

A few bruises on his cheek, blood streaking down his lips, some fractures on his legs… he could also be having a terrible urge to throw up; I wasn't sure if I had been merciful. Though these were just bodily wounds and could be healed within a week or so with the help of healing reagents.

I gave him a hand and he stood up. He asked me what my name was and replied with ''You've passed this assessment,'' after I answered. He gave me a yellow token and pointed at a dias some hundred steps ahead..

I saw tall trees with their roots buried beneath the ground after I walked some distance. Large pagodas stood behind the dias. The floor was tiled over there. I also saw a fountain and a well-crafted statue of a person with his right hand up, his fingers gathered to form a tight fist.

All of that was fenced and I was required to show the token I had gotten to enter. The elder on the dias immediately noticed me and signaled me over. Practitioners who had also passed the second assessment stood below him.

Some had minor injuries on their bodies while some were fine. Though those injuries were just scratches compared to what my opponent, Hefuur had gained today.

The elder started, ''Now that you have reached up to here, that means you practitioners are worthy of being enrolled into our Martial House. Unlike others, we…''

The same thing. This was more lame than a middle school principal's speech on the first day of school. I was bored standing there for half an hour, listening to this middle aged man. He could've just given us some hand books.

''However, one last step still remains. We will hold a beast hunting competition tomorrow, and you must bring something at least grade 1. Take one beast manual from this box and follow me to your dorms..'' He was finally finished talking.

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