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Wang Yi stood just over 1.7 meters tall—not particularly impressive in height—but at this moment, to Yunxue, Qin Mo, and the others, he seemed untouchable.

Simply looking at him made them feel as if they couldn't breathe.

The speed test ended quickly, with two more people eliminated. In the end, only eight participants remained to face the final challenge: the Neural Response Speed Test.

Chief Instructor Wu Tong led a group of martial artists and the eight remaining candidates to the Neural Response Test Room, adjacent to the martial arts hall.

The room was spacious, about 100 square meters. In the center was a tall, complex machine. Its front resembled a six-barreled Gatling gun, but instead of six barrels, it had over ten.

Wu Tong glanced at Wang Yi in the crowd. Before he could speak, the group parted automatically, clearing a path for Wang Yi.

Wang Yi: "..."

Wu Tong smiled. "Wang Yi, you're up first."

Following Wu Tong's instructions, Wang Yi stepped forward and stood in front of the machine's gun, within a circle with a diameter of 3.6 meters.

Once the switch was activated, the edge of the circle glowed with a faint red light. The misty red aura surrounded Wang Yi, creating a hazy barrier.

He knew that his task was to dodge the rubber bullets fired rapidly from the machine, all while staying inside the glowing circle. His performance in dodging the bullets would determine his score. Passing meant continuing to the next round; failure meant elimination.

However, with Wang Yi's current physical condition, elimination wasn't a concern.

Wu Tong adjusted the intensity of the test, which had several difficulty levels. The initial test was set at the intermediate student level. However, based on Wang Yi's abilities, Wu Tong went straight to the advanced fighter level.

"Start!"

After a beep, Wu Tong pressed the red button. The machine's massive barrel began to rotate, releasing a torrent of red beams toward Wang Yi.

The other participants watched, their expressions shifting with surprise as the barrage began.

Wang Yi focused intently on the lights ahead of him. With extreme concentration, time seemed to slow down. The previously blurry red beams became distinct in his vision, and his brain processed the incoming information at an astonishing speed.

"Beep! Beep! Beep!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!..."

In the blink of an eye, Wang Yi's body moved, his figure becoming a blur as he gracefully wove through the web of bullets with ghost-like precision.

He could feel the bullets whizzing past him at incredible speeds. His instincts and reflexes guided him, allowing him to slip through seemingly impossible gaps and avoid the onslaught.

Wu Tong and the others observing Wang Yi's test were shocked by his fluid movements. His uncanny agility seemed almost inhuman.

"This movement... could it be...?"

"No, that's impossible."

Every martial artist in the room fixed their eyes on Wang Yi. His movements were so precise, so calculated, that they appeared as if programmed by a computer.

Ten seconds passed, and not a single bullet had struck Wang Yi. He hadn't touched the red light even once.

"That's a micro-level movement technique!" one of the warriors suddenly shouted, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he stared at Wang Yi. "He's mastered the micro-level! This is unbelievable!"

The other martial artists shared in the excitement.

In the martial arts world, the "micro-level movement technique" was almost mythical. Even battle-hardened warriors who had faced countless life-and-death situations couldn't contain their enthusiasm.

"Chief Instructor!" one warrior called to Wu Tong, only to realize that Wu Tong was too absorbed in watching Wang Yi. His hands were clasped tightly, veins bulging as he watched the young man's performance.

20 seconds...

30 seconds...

40 seconds...

Wang Yi was still dodging, his eyes bloodshot from intense focus. Every second felt like an immense challenge.

By now, Wang Yi felt that he could dodge real bullets from a pistol, provided they weren't shot too close.

"50 seconds!" an examiner murmured, staring at the data on the test machine's screen. Wang Yi had yet to be hit, and he hadn't touched the red light once.

After dodging an overwhelming barrage for 50 seconds without a single mistake, the examiners couldn't help but feel a chill down their spines.

Watching the test left them drenched in sweat.

"What kind of technique is this? It's terrifying," one examiner muttered.

A nearby martial artist, noticing that the test was about to end, relaxed slightly. "That's the micro-level movement technique," he said calmly.

"You might not realize this," he continued, "but there are three foundational stages of movement: basic, proficient, and reflexive. Beyond these stages lies the micro-level."

"Usually, mastering movement techniques takes at least ten years of rigorous training, followed by years of combat experience to develop dodging instincts. To reach the micro-level, one needs to refine those instincts to the point where every movement is calculated with the utmost precision, expending the least amount of energy."

"In other words," the warrior explained, "at the micro-level, every move is perfectly controlled, and every dodge is executed with minimal effort, as if computed by a machine."

Movement techniques are different from physical strength. While good genetics can enhance physical fitness, mastering movement requires years of experience, aptitude, and understanding.

That's why Wu Tong was even more astonished by Wang Yi's mastery of the micro-level technique than by his earlier physical tests.

Physical strength can be improved through external means like genetic medicine or advanced technology, but movement techniques rely solely on personal talent and insight.

Mastering micro-level movement skills at the age of 18 was an extraordinary feat.

If Wang Yi's physical abilities alone had reached the advanced fighter level, he might not have been accepted into the legendary elite training camp of the Xtreme Martial Arts Hall.

But an 18-year-old who had mastered the micro-level movement technique? He was almost guaranteed entry.

One minute passed.

The machine's massive barrel stopped firing, gradually coming to a halt.

Wu Tong stared at the flawless test results displayed on the screen, his heart racing.

"Zhao Cheng, take over the next test!" Wu Tong ordered without hesitation.

"I need to report this immediately!"

"This kind of genius... our Extreme Martial Arts Hall cannot afford to miss him!"