Swallowed Star
10 Test Candidate Fighters

"Dad, Mom, I'm going to the 'Dojo of Limits' town, so I probably won't be back for lunch today" Luo Feng stood up after drinking a large bowl of porridge and eating three slices of bread, "Just wait for today for my good news today. After I pass the exam, I'll call right away"

Gong Xin Lan laughed and then glanced at Luo Hong Guo: "Hong Guo, did you hear that? It's better that you bring your phone with you at all times, or that Luo Feng might not even be able to contact you"

"I will definitely bring my phone" Luo Hong Guo laughed.

"Okay, I'm leaving now"

Luo Feng winked at Luo Hua, who laughed and gave a thumbs up in return.

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Early in the morning, Luo Feng left the small southern coastal region and took the subway line #11 to 'Zhong-An road station' and then transferred to the downtown area of Yang Zhou. After leaving the subway station, he walked for ten minutes before arriving at the headquarters of the Dojo of Limits Yang Zhou-Limit Hall��

Luo Feng left the house around 6am. By the time he arrived, it was almost 8am.

"This is the legendary Ming-Yue sector?" Luo Feng was standing before a large door in a quiet sector. The name of the sector is 'the Ming-Yue sector' and is the place where the Limit Hall is located.

"This man, this is the Ming-Yue sector, don't come any closer"

Right at the entrance of the small sector, there was a row of six soldiers wearing their uniforms and holding genuine weapons and ammunition. You can tell from one look of their uniforms that they are not part of the police, but part of the army. One of the soldiers shouted: "Master, please retreat. Once you enter the yellow line area, we reserve the right to shoot and kill you on the spot!"

"Just like a legend" Luo Feng thought to himself.

The Ming-Yue sector in Yang Zhou was where the Dojo of Limits headquarters was located!

Not only is the Limit Hall here, but there are also many fighter houses.

"According to the rumors, the people who live here are the fighters and their families! Even the police did not have the right to enter as they pleased" Luo Feng was astonished in his heart.

"Everything" Luo Feng stood at the entrance of the small sector and spoke, "I am an elite member of the Dojo of Limits 'Luo Feng'. I came here today to take the Prospective Fighter exam". Limit Hall held the Combat Candidate exam on the first day of each month.

"Oh?"

From the guard room, a bald old man walked out with the computer in his hand, "Young man, you came quite early, not even at 8 am. Taking the Fighter Candidate examination at such a young age, your future is limitless. Ok, let me check your elite member ID and ID"

Luo Feng handed it over.

[BEEPING!]

A message appears on the computer screen after scanning for identification.

"18 years?" This bald old man looked at Luo Feng in shock and then laughed, "Be brave enough to take the Trial Candidate examination at 18 years old. Not bad, I hope you graduate today"

"Thank you master" Luo Feng replied.

"Let him in" The bald old man waved his hand.

Small sector electronic door opens automatically. At this moment, a soldier holding an assault rifle stepped forward and followed Luo Feng: "Master, I will take you to the Dojo of Limits. Once you enter this sector, please do not run away! You only have the right to enter the Limit Hall and not the home of the fighters. If you break this rule, even if I don't make a move, the people patrolling the area will" This army even scorned Luo Feng while saying this to him.

"Of course" Luo Feng slightly smiled and nodded, but was shocked inside.

There is indeed a cooperative relationship between the state and the Dojo of Limits. At least the core of the Dojo of Limits would be heavily protected and guarded.

"Wow, every building is a private villa" Luo Feng looked around. Except for the sector center, which is a large and tall Limit Hall tower, elsewhere there are private villas. Among the villas were fake mountains, ponds, and lawns.

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Sector Ming-Yue, within the Limit Hall. Just when Luo Feng stepped into the lobby of the Limit Hall, the soldier returned.

"Master, are you here to take the Prospective Fighters exam?" Inside the hall, a beautiful young lady smiled, "Sir, please sit there. If it's 10 in the morning, take the exam with the others."

Luo Feng nodded and headed towards the side of the lobby. There was a small bar there with a waiter and a bartender.

"Hm?" Luo Feng scanned the place and saw that there were already three people sitting at the bar.

The two of them were discussing while the others sat quietly on the sofa.

"Look at those villas. That's the advantage you get by joining the Limits Dojo as a fighter" A young man in white clothes and clothes said, "As long as you become a fighter and join the Dojo of Limits, who is a fighter, you will get a free villa and you will be able to stay here ..... Heh, look at this neighborhood, it's very comfortable"

"Of course the combat sector is different from all other sectors outside. Look, a new person is coming" The three people looked at Luo Feng. Luo Feng slightly nodded and sat on the sofa at the side.

No one knew each other, so there was no exchange of talks.

"Ha, Luo Feng!" a loud voice.

Luo Feng, startled, turned his head and looked, and saw a thin man with a face full of terrible scars walking towards him: "You also came to take the exam of a would-be fighter?"

"Sister Yang?" Luo Feng stood up and greeted him.

"It's not embarrassing. I came to try last month but unfortunately -- my speed is only 24.9 m/s. It just missed a little bit!" Yang Wu said helplessly. In fact, Yang Wu had long since passed in fist strength and reaction speed. It was just that speed was his weak point.

However, starting this year, Yang Wu's speed started to increase.24.9 meters and 25 meters was not a big difference. If everything goes well, he may get a value of 25 m/s.

"I'm sure you can get through this time Brother Yang" Luo Feng laughed

"This guy named Yang has tried many times and never graduated. I'm sure this time you will also fail" a loud voice sounded from the side.

Luo Feng turned his head and the one speaking was a thick-bearded man. Yang Wu immediately glared: "Man named Tong, you dare to talk about me. Didn't you already take the test and fail twice? With your reaction speed, I guess you need at least two or three more years of training "

"Shut up" came a cold voice from the middle of the lobby.

The eight people present all turned their heads and saw a middle-aged man wearing a dojo uniform, "Let's go, everyone follow me upstairs and take the exam. Remember, be nice when you are on top. Our old friend from Yang Zhou city headquarters came today, so don't cause trouble"

"Yes" No matter if it was a beard full of arrogance, Yang Wu, or Luo Feng; everyone listened and followed.

"Old friend's office?" Luo Feng could not help but start second-guessing in his heart.

Know this: Yang Zhou City has 12 Boundary Dojo and Boundary Hall. Master Dojo Boundaries of each sector are called 'Instructures'. The master of the Limit Hall was called the 'Head Instructor'.

After entering the elevator, the middle-aged man in a loose uniform punched '6'.

[DW!] The elevator arrived on the sixth floor.

[HUH!]

The elevator doors opened and what was seen was a gigantic training hall with about a dozen people inside. Luo Feng recognized one of them as the instructor of 'Jiang Nian'.

"They're here, stop chatting" A middle-aged man with long unraveled hair spoke and they all looked at Luo Feng's group. When facing their gazes, Luo Feng's group tensed up. They knew .... that those who appeared inside the Limit Hall, other than the service personnel, were fighters.

In other words, all of these people were fighters! Because this was the headquarters of the Dojo of Limits in Yang Zhou city.

"Prepare for the examination" ordered the middle-aged man with long hair down.

Luo Feng had seen this man before on the internet. He was the master of the Limit Hall, the chief instructor of Yang Zhou city 'Wu Tong'.

"Come one by one and give me your ID" The warrior who led Luo Feng's group here took their IDs and handed them over to the chief instructor of 'Wu Tong' and laughed, "Boss, there are some people today. There are eight of them!"

"Yup" Wu Tong randomly picked up the ID and scanned it on the machine next to him.

[BEEPING!]

An almost transparent crystal-like display came out of the machine and displayed a large amount of personal information.

"The first one, Tong Guan" the head instructor indifferently, "Start your fist strength test. Even those of you who are out of the army come to my Limit Hall to test, draw"

Luo Feng, who was listening from the side, could not help but smile. The Dojo of Limits was created by the strongest fighter in the world. Dojos are spread all over the world and their exams have high credibility. Your exam results will be recognized in every area of every country in the world.

Even soldiers or traditional martial artists like to come to the Dojo of Limits to take exams.

"Test your fist force" the instructor's head orders.

"Yes"

The full-bearded man immediately took a step forward. With his left hand in front of his face and eyes wide open, his right fist floated up into an arc and struck the huge machine, which only trembled slightly. Machine screen directly display the numbers-'986kg'��

"Graduate, next, Luo Feng" The head instructor randomly chose the second ID and scanned it in the machine. He read the descriptive personal information and was surprised, "Eh? 18 years? Old Jiang, this is your Zhi-An part, right? Since when did such a talented young man appear?"

"Haha" The instructor of 'Jiang Nian' at the side couldn't help but laugh.

"We still don't know if he's really skilled" In the group of fighters at the side, a fat veteran scoffed, "He probably doesn't know what he's up against and doesn't have the strength"

Instructor Jiang Nian glared: "What, jealousy? Your main part doesn't have this kind of genius. Luo Feng, show them the strength of the members of the Zhi-Anku section"

"Yes, instructor" Luo Feng stepped up and headed to the fist strength testing machine.