REPORT

Wang Yi, standing at just over one meter and seven meters tall, may not have been physically imposing, but in the presence of Yunxue, Qin Mo, and the others, he seemed unattainable. His mere presence took their breath away.

As the speed test came to an end, two more participants were eliminated, leaving only eight individuals who would proceed to the final level.

It was time for the neural response speed test.

Chief instructor Wu Tong led the group of martial artists and the remaining eight participants to the "neural reaction test room," an expansive space measuring about 100 square meters, connected to the martial arts hall.

Inside the room, an impressive instrument awaited them. Positioned on the ground, it resembled a tall and precious piece of machinery. The front of the instrument featured ten holes, akin to a six-barreled Gatling gun, from which projectiles were fired in rapid succession.

Wu Tong's gaze fell upon Wang Yi amidst the crowd. Without uttering a word, the crowd automatically parted, creating a path for Wang Yi.

Wang Yi remained silent as he walked forward, following Wu Tong's instructions. He positioned himself in front of the test machine's gun, inside a circle with a diameter of three meters and six.

With the flick of a switch, the perimeter of the circle emitted a misty red light that enveloped anyone inside, resembling a hazy red gauze tent.

Wang Yi understood his task—to avoid the rubber bullets fired from the muzzle while remaining within the confines of the red light. The score would be determined based on his avoidance performance. Failure would result in elimination, but with Wang Yi's current physical prowess, elimination was out of the question.

Wu Tong adjusted the intensity of the test, selecting the level suited for advanced fighters without wasting any time.

"Start!" Wu Tong announced, pressing the red button.

As the massive muzzle began to rotate, a torrent of red light burst forth, resembling a squall of showers. It swept vigorously towards the black-haired young man standing resolute in its path.

Onlookers watched in awe as Wang Yi's eyes locked onto the beaming red light. With his unwavering focus and heightened visual acuity, the world around him seemed to slow down. The once blurry red light became clearly visible, and his brain's nerves reacted with incredible speed the moment they received information from his retina.

"Beep~~Beep~~"

"Papa Papa Papa Papa..."

Brush! Brush! Brush! Brush...

The three sounds blended seamlessly, as Wang Yi's figure transformed into a blur, maneuvering swiftly through the dense and impenetrable net of bullets with uncanny agility.

Wang Yi sensed dozens of bullets flying past him at astonishing speeds every second. All he could rely on was his instinctive reflexes to evade these bullets, seizing the smallest of opportunities amidst the seemingly impossible barrage.

"This is..." murmured an examiner, his expression changing as he witnessed Wang Yi's ghostly movements within the red light.

"This footwork..."

"Could it be..."

"No, it can't be."

Every warrior's gaze was fixed upon Wang Yi, observing his bizarre yet fluid movements, devoid of error or oversight, as if calculated by a computer.

Ten seconds had passed, and not a single bullet had touched Wang Yi. He had successfully evaded every one, never once straying into the surrounding red light.

"Micro-level body technique, it's the micro-level body technique!" exclaimed a bearded warrior, unable to contain his excitement. His eyes gleamed as he stared intently at the young man, fully absorbed in dodging the bullets. "He has actually mastered the subtle-level stamina. This is truly incredible!"

The other warriors shared in the excitement. The "micro-level

body technique" was like a mythical spell, captivating even battle-hardened warriors accustomed to the most intense battles and countless life-or-death situations.

"Chief instructor!" a warrior called out to their leader, Wu Tong, who appeared lost in his own world. Wu Tong seemed oblivious to the warrior's words, his focus fixed on the blurred figure within the red light. His hands clasped together, veins bulging on his palms.

Twenty seconds...

Thirty seconds...

Forty seconds...

As Wang Yi persisted, his eyes grew redder, bloodshot veins becoming visible.

Each passing second posed an immense challenge.

Wang Yi felt as if real bullets were hurtling towards him from a pistol, and he had to rely on his reflexes to avoid them, as long as he stayed at a distance.

"Fifty seconds!" whispered an examiner at the edge of the field, eyeing the data displayed on the test machine's screen. Wang Yi hadn't been hit, nor had he touched the red light even once during the frantic 50 seconds of rubber bullet fire.

A shiver ran down the spines of all the examiners. Merely observing the scene left their backs drenched in sweat.

"What kind of body technique is this? It's astounding," murmured another examiner.

A nearby warrior, overhearing their conversation, remarked without looking back, "That's the micro-level body technique!"

"You might not know... a solid foundation, proficiency, ease of use—these are the first three levels of body techniques. But above them lies the micro-level!"

The warrior sighed, "According to conventional wisdom, body training requires an incredibly solid foundation, usually ten years of arduous work. Then, one must engage in battles with monsters for several years, developing various dodge instincts and gradually becoming proficient. Mastery at an extreme level is the pinnacle—a reflexive response."

"In the micro-level, one possesses the ability to control strength and body movements with utmost precision, executing the most subtle evasions at minimal cost. Every movement and dodge seems calculated by a computer!"

Body techniques differed from physical fitness. While physical prowess could be enhanced through various means—such as genetic medicine, technological equipment, or even mystical treasures—body techniques relied solely on personal aptitude and comprehension.

To master the micro-level body technique at the age of eighteen, Wang Yi showcased an incomprehensible level of talent. The magnitude of his comprehension left Chief Instructor Wu Tong even more astounded than witnessing Wang Yi's previous two tests.

Physical abilities could be improved through external means, but body techniques solely depended on innate talent and personal understanding.

Wang Yi's mastery of the micro-level body technique guaranteed his acceptance into the prestigious Extreme Martial Arts Gym, regardless of his physical fitness reaching the level of a senior fighter.

The clock struck one minute.

"Woo—"

The massive muzzle of the test machine ceased spewing bullets, gradually coming to a halt.

Wu Tong beheld the flawless clearance data displayed on the screen, feeling his heart race with anticipation.

"Zhao Cheng, assist me with the subsequent tests!" Wu Tong made an instant decision.

"I need to report this to the higher-ups immediately!"

"We cannot afford to miss this kind of genius at our Extreme Martial Arts Gym!"