Chapter 8: Two Fighters Translator: Translation Nation Editor: Translation Nation "557 points? The dividing line is 561 points?" Luo Feng took a deep breath. Just four points! Just because of these four points, I lost my chance of going to a military academy. I can't believe twelve years of studying led to this. "If I can't go to a military academy, then so be it. There's no big deal" Luo Feng focused his gaze and formed his right hand into the shape of a blade. He then made a horizontal cut into the space in front of him. Because of the hand's speed, the air violently trembled and shook. "Thanks to this time's coma, my strength has greatly increased!" "Maybe my current body fitness has reached the level required to be a fighter. I might be able to pass the Prospective Fighter exam" "It wouldn't be a problem even if I'm off by a bit. If I just seriously and bitterly train for one or two months, I should be able to pass the Prospective Fighter exam" Luo Feng's adaptability ability is very high. His exam scores didn't make it to the dividing line, which shocked him. However, the 'coma' increased his strength, which made him confident again. After all, a military academy graduate's position is far from a fighter's. [KA] Luo Feng opened the door and entered the living room. In the living room, Luo Hong Guo, Gong Xin Lan, and Luo Hua all turned their heads. All three of them were concerned. Gong Xin Lan even stood up and walked towards Luo Feng: "Feng, we can't blame you for your score. We can only blame your disease. Sigh, how could this disease start acting up now, it hasn't acted up for so many years" "Brother, you aren't in shock are you?" Luo Hua sat on his wheel chair, making fun on purpose. When Luo Feng was inside his room checking his grades, the rest of the family used Luo Hua's laptop to check Luo Feng's results and learned of the four point difference. Although they were a bit disappointed, they were more worried about Luo Feng himself. Luo Feng laughed: "Of course I'm not in shock. Dad, mom, don't blame this disease. In fact, we should even be thankful?" "Thankful?" "Thankful?" "Thankful?" Luo Hong Guo, Gong Xin Lan, and Luo Hua were all shocked. High school exams are one of the most important events of one's life. Now that Luo Feng's exams were ruined by the disease, how could anyone be grateful towards it? "Dad, Mom, Hua" Luo Feng smiled a little, "When I was small, I had two comas and fainted. In fact, after I woke up from those comas, I felt like my strength increased by a large amount and am able to run faster. This time…… is also the same! I feel like my fitness level is way greater than it was previously, and I estimate that I can pass the Prospective Fighter exam" "What?" Luo Hong Guo, Gong Xin Lan, and Luo Hua exchanged glances. "Brother, are you serious?" Luo Hua couldn't hold back. "Of course I am" Luo Feng smiled a bit, "After I pass the Prospective Fighter exam, I'll be able to apply for the Fighter Combat exam. I am quite confident in my combat abilities. I might even be able to achieve the rank of fighter this year!" Luo Hong Guo, Gong Xin Lan, and Luo Hua were overawed by this piece of news. A fighter! What does that represent? It represents the most powerful group of humanity, it represents special privileges and rights! It represents a ton of money! It represents those at the top of the social hierarchy! And after you become a fighter, it'll bring along many benefits to your family; it is much better than becoming an elite student at a military academy. "A fighter is going to come from our family?" Luo Hua couldn't help yelling, "Haha, Brother, you're awesome!" "Feng, great!" Luo Hong Guo also excitedly patted Luo Feng's shoulder, "Becoming a fighter is great. Compared to a fighter, what's so good about a military academy graduate?" As of now, all the fighters on earth are praise and exalted in society. Seeing how his parents and brother were so happy, Luo Feng laughed, "Dad, Mom, we can't be too happy before I actually pass the exam" "An 18 year old fighter?" Luo Hua couldn't help but excitedly shout, "If my brother really becomes an 18 year old fighter, then, then that would be too, too…… AWESOME!!!" ×××××× The day after that, 5 AM, the sky was bright. Luo Feng has just left home and was headed towards the Dojo of Limits. "There's barely anyone here at this time" Luo Feng entered the dojo and found that the entire dojo's lawn and road had about just 100 people. There are about 30 to 40 thousand members total. "The dojo instructor only teaches at night, so night time is when there are the most people" Luo Feng headed towards the elite member's building on the road. [RUMBLE~~~] A low sound wave carried over. "Hm?" Luo Feng unknowingly turned his head and saw an elegant, white race car. As it slowly entered the dojo, Luo Feng looked carefully and couldn't help but to take in a breath: "Aston Martin's race car? And it's even the newest and most expensive one with the ability to fly: thr-191?" His brother really loved race cars. At home, he heard Luo Hua praise this thr-191. "It's an Aston Martin" 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢 "It's even a 191, this one can fly" Within the dojo, the few students scattered around were all lured towards this area, "This one car costs 36 million" Right at this time, the race car stopped in front of the elite member's building's gate. The door opened and a short, red haired (clearly dyed) man wearing a loose dojo practice uniform walked out. His eyes randomly scanned the surroundings. He looked right past the regular dojo students but paused slightly on Luo Feng. However, without saying anything, he entered the building. "It's a fighter" Luo Feng's eyes flashed. Luo Feng could feel the pressure from the fighter's gaze. This is a gaze that has a will of steel and has experienced many fights to the death. The spacious dojo training hall was empty; not a single person was there. It was only around 5 AM. Even at night, there usually wouldn't be more than 20 people. "I want to see how much my strength has increased" Luo Feng walked over and plugged in the fist strength tester machine. After turning it on, he turned on the speed tester machine that was far away. Standing in front of the fist strength tester machine. "Begin!" Luo Feng took in a deep breath. He used his waist as the center which released his power. It shot through his body like a huge python and created an explosive force through his arm. His fist was like a lightning bolt and suddenly a [PENG] sound was created on the machine. [DI, DI, DI] The fist strength tester machine let out three sounds consecutively. Luo Feng's eyes flashed. Usually, the machine doesn't make this kind of sound. The only time it makes this sound is under one situation--the fist strength has surpassed 1000kg. "Hm?" Luo feng stared at the machine's display--'1089kg'. "So high?" Luo Feng was ecstatic. The fist strength required for a fighter was 900 kg. His previous fist strength was 809 kg. And now it shot up to 1089 kg, gaining 280 kg all of a sudden. Far more than enough to pass. "Haha" Luo Feng excitedly punched like lightning, shaking his entire body left and right. The [PENG PENG] sounds kept going. As if blinking an eye, Luo Feng already punched around 20 something times. And the machine's display showed a bunch of numbers scrolling across.--'956kg, 989kg, 923kg, 965kg……'. "Now I'll test my speed" Luo Feng headed towards the track, "As long as my speed passes, along with my naturally gifted reaction speed which was already qualified for a fighter, then I can definitely pass the prospective fighter exam!" Luo Feng adjusted his breathing. [WHOOSH] His body was like a cannonball, flying through the track. …… Fourth floor of the elite member's building. A red haired man was talking and walking side by side with a bald, middle-aged man wearing a black shirt. "Yan Luo, how long has it been since our last meeting" The middle-aged man smiled slightly, "Probably almost three years. That immature kiddo from back then became this famous. I heard this time you earned nearly a hundred million. Hoho. When I look at you, I feel like I'm old" "That was all luck" The red haired man laughed, "Brother Jiang, back then……" [DI, DI, DI] A weak sound came from a lower floor, which shocked and surprised the two men. "The fist strength tester machine downstairs is for beginners. Once 1000 kg is reached, it makes this sound" The bald middle-aged man said surprisingly, "There's even someone practicing here at 5 AM. Since it's over 1000 kg, could it be that Yang Wu?" "Wouldn't we know if we went down to look?" [HU! HU!] One black shirt and one white shirt. These two people were like phantoms that flew down the stair cases. In a blink of an eye, they went from the fourth floor to the third floor's training hall's entrance. The black shirt wearing, bald middle-aged man and the white shirt wearing, red haired man looked inside the training hall. At this time, Luo Feng was standing in front of the track and soon flew past. "28.1 m/s" The bald middle-aged man and the red haired man both saw the number displayed on the speed tester machine. "This Luo Feng, strength over 1000 kg and an incredible speed of 28.1 m/s" The bald middle-aged man was shocked. "Brother Jiang, this guy seems quite young. He seems to already have reached the fitness level required for a fighter" The red haired man said, astonished. The bald middle-aged man nodded: "Yea, his name is Luo Feng. He is one of the more gifted students in our dojo. He just had his 18th birthday this year!" "18? So young?" The red haired man's eyes flashed. At this time, Luo Feng was shocked at who he saw at the entrance. The red haired man is the fighter who came in his race car, while the bald middle-aged man is this Dojo of Limits' master, 'Jiang Nian', who has the most power and authority. According to the dojo's rules, every student calls him "instructor". "Instructor!" Luo Feng yelled in greeting. "Come here" Instructor Jiang Nian laughed, "I can't believe you're so fast. You've already reached what is required for a fighter. Let me introduce you, this is your senior, Yan Luo. Yan Luo, there's no problem with telling him your name right?" "Nope" Yan Luo looked at Luo Feng and nodded, "This young man has already reached the fitness requirement for a fighter at such a young age. Maybe, in the future, we'll have some sort of interaction" Jiang Nian looked towards Luo Feng and laughed: "Luo Feng, since you're 18, you must've taken your high school exams right. Ignore the results of that, what's the point of going to school? Just focus on taking the 'Prospective Fighter' exam. Oh yea, on July 1st, go to Tang Yang Zhou city's Dojo of limits to take your prospective fighter exam. With your current strength, you'll pass easily" "High school exams?" Yan Luo laughed, "Don't waste your time in college. You have nice talent. No matter what you do, you must put your all into it. Right now, you must put all of your concentration in martial arts. Kiddo, when you become a fighter, join our dojo of limits. You'll have a future by doing so." These two fighters all held extremely high positions. The rich and the politicians of society were nothing to them. They were looking forward to young Luo Feng joining their ranks.