9. The Rights of a Fighter

*Different types of currencies are starting

*to be mentioned so I'll write them out

*from now on. The ones that have been

*mentioned so far are, 'Earth dollars' and

*'Chinese dollars'.

**A ping is 3.3 sq meters

"Yan Luo is right!" Jiang Nian looked at Han Sen and said earnestly, "Han Sen, you

improve at a very fast speed. In our Zhi-An

region's Dojo of Limits, you are probably

the quickest learner as of now. You

entered my Dojo of Limits at the age of 16.

Now you're 18 and you have already

reached the boundary of a fighter. If you

go to college and waste your energy there,

waste four of your years there, then that

would truly be a crime!"

"You must know that you improve the

quickest from age 16 to age 30. The older

you get, the harder it gets" Jiang Nian said

seriously.

The four years of college are indeed the

easiest period for a fighter to train himself.Wasting these four years to study, from a

fighter's point of view, is indeed a big sin.

"Uh....." Han Sen was a bit stunned.

God, it looks like my exam failure wasn't so

bad after all.

"Han Sen , when you officially become a

fighter, how about you join my Dojo of

Limits?" Jiang Nian smiled, "as long as you

become a fighter for my dojo, I'll arrange a

special private villa just for you. Of course,

you can't sell it. You'll also have a salary of

at least twenty thousand Chinese dollars

per month"

"A private villa just for me? A starting salary

of twenty thousand Chinese dollars?" Han Sen took a breath.

Twenty thousand wasn't much, but a

private villa was way too extravagant.

As of now, China has only six human

headquarters in total. In other words, six

major cities. Land is extremely valuable

and precious, so a villa would have an

extremely high tax imposed on it. One ping in a regular home would cost tens to

hundreds of thousands. This led to many

people living in cheap rental homes.

Regular homes are already so expensive. A

ping in a villa or mansion would costs a

couple hundred thousand Chinese dollars.

And private villas, as of now, are all

restricted by countries. You can't just live

in them with money alone. You must have

money, power, and a special position to be

able to live in one. Considering the

gigantic tax, one ping in private villa would

cost millions.

"A small private villa would be around 300

ping, which is easily 200 to 300 million"

Han Sen held his breath, "Even though I'm

not allowed to sell it, but for a family to

live in that private villa would make being

born on this world worth it"

Two or three billion, so what?

Zhang Hao Bai's father, a tycoon, probably

would never be able to live in a private villa

like this."Han Sen , my dojo's privilege's aren't too

different from the country's special forces"

Jiang Nian laughed, "The special forces'

fighters have a decent salary and special

homes. The only thing they have that we

don't is a 'Killing License', which allows

them to kill any regular person if the

situation calls for it. Of course, they aren't

allowed to just randomly kill people, for

they still have report the situation to the

higher ups"

"'Killing License'?" Han Sen heard of it

before, that the special forces' fighters

have the right to kill someone.

"However, our dojo also has special rights.

If any regular person messes with you, you

can report it to the dojo. After the dojo's

investigators confirm the situation, they'll

go through the Jiang-Nan security

department and immediately bring that

person away" Jiang Nian laughed, "If you

join our dojo, you'll have money, position,

everything! You can chase towards the limits of humanity all you want! The dojo

of limits!"

Jiang Nian pointed to Yan Luo beside him:

"This is my disciple Yan Luo, who just

recently killed a monster and earned

nearly a hundred million earth dollars for

it. If you convert it, then that'll be around

three hundred million Chinese dollars. If

you work hard, with your talent, I'm sure

reaching his level is not impossible"

Han Sen was dumbfounded.

My gosh.....

Just by killing one monster would net you

so much money? Just what level of a

monster did he kill?

"Han Sen, keep working hard. You're truly

talented, so don't disappoint" Jiang Nian

smiled and patted Han Sen's shoulder.

"Kiddo, no matter what, don't relax, for I

believe that you have a chance to become

a Warrior-level fighter. At that time,

money, position, beauties. You'll have everything!" Yan Luo laughed a bit, "At that

time, I'll be glad to go hunt some monsters

with you. Haha....." After saying that, the

two fighters Jiang Nian and Yan Luo

laughed as they left.

Han Sen was standing in the training hall,

his thoughts in a mess.

No matter if it was instructor 'Jiang Nian'

or the mysterious red haired youth 'Yan

Luo', Han Sen could feel some sort of

recklessness in their laughs and talks.

Some sort of wildness!

"Recklessness, wildness?" a smile started

to emerge on Han Sen's face, "Yea, men

should be reckless on this world and

create their own path! The strongest

fighter on earth said before, a soldier who

doesn't want to become a general is not a

good soldier. A fighter who doesn't want to

become the best fighter, doesn't have the

heart of a fighter"

"What's the point of living your life with

your hands and feet tied?""You should create a sky shaking, earth

shattering way for yourself!"

18 years old is when the value of your life

starts to stabilize. After meeting instructor

'Jiang Nian' and the mysterious fighter 'Yan

Luo', Han Sen's thoughts completely

changed.

"I'll do it!"

"The strongest fighter, 'Hong', the second

strongest 'Thunder Lord', created the Dojo

of Limits and the Thunder Dojo,

respectively. Even the five great countries

have to treat them as equals. If they can do

it... then couldn't a third person do it

too?" Han Sen smiled as he walked out the

training hall.

Boys have dreams, so go chase them!

Youth is your capital!

Youth represents the infinite possibilities

that the future holds! Everything depends

on your own hard work, FIGHT!

������������June 28th, noon, bright sky.

Han Sen and Wei Wen were walking

towards the third high school. Today is

graduation day where they receive their

graduation diplomas and acceptance

application forms.

"Sen, are you sure you can pass the

'Prospective Fighter' exam?" Wei Wen

couldn't help but to exclaim.

"Yep, on July 1st, I'll go to Yang Zhou city's

dojo of limits headquarters--Limit

Hall��to take my exam" Han Sen

smiled��

In front of them was school.

Han Sen looked at the school yard ahead

of him and saw a bunch of students. As he

looked, he felt like his attitude has

changed: "Hm? I used to think of myself as

one of them. But now, I feel like we're in

two different worlds. They will go to

college, work hard in their job, and have a

family""But my path is different from theirs"

Han Sen and Wei Wen entered the school and split up to their respective classes.

Walking in the school hallway.

"Brother"

"Han Sen brother" A few other senior

students warmly greeted Han Sen.

"I heard that when Han Sen was taking his

high school exam, he fainted in the exam

room"

"That's too bad, fainting in the exam room"

A bunch of people looking at Han Sen

from afar were discussing in a quiet voice.

Han Sen's fitness level has already

reached the level of a fighter. His excellent

hearing allowed him to hear every word of

the students' discussions.

Senior (5) class is Han Sen's class.

"Han Sen's here"

"Brother Han" There were quite a few

students already there and they all warmly

gave their greetings. Han Sen laughed and nodded.

Most of these old students have a decent

relationship with Han Sen, but some of

them dislike Han Sen. They act warm, but

there are still some old students in a

corner quietly discussing: "Han Sen'#

grades were so good, and he's an elite

member. Who could've thought that such a

thing would happen; fainting in the exam

hall. Such bad luck"

"This is life, who can you blame?"

In the past, Han Sen was the class's most

favored person.

Good grades and skilled in martial arts.

Now that such a thing has happened to

this genius, many of the ordinary students

will have a moment of happiness! Even

though they are in a decent relationship

with Han Sen, humans feel happy when

they see someone who was so brilliant in

the past fall down. Thinking--Even you have these kinds of days��

"Handing out diplomas, handing out

diplomas. And acceptance application

forms. Everyone come get them" The three

class officers held the diplomas and

application forms and walked towards the

podium.

"Wang Yin"

"Liu Xia Long"

The officers yelled everyone's names one

by one and handed out the diplomas and

application forms.

"Han Sen!" Following this sound, the

entire classroom became silent. Virtually

everyone's gazes landed upon Han Sen.

Everyone knew that Han Sen fainted in

his exams.

All you need to know to find Han Sen's

grades is his ID and examination

certificate, which aren't a secret. Students

have checked his grades long ago and

knew that he missed the dividing line by

four points."Han Sen" Class Officer Qu Lin handed

the diploma and acceptance form to him.

"Sen, Sen, let's go" Wei Wen was

standing in front of the class entrance.

"Wait for me" Han Sen easily rolled up the

acceptance form and threw it into the

trash.

The originally loud class immediately

quieted down!

Every student in the class froze. This is the

acceptance form you fill in after exams!

Who would dare throw that away?

At this time, a 'Ma Que Ban' girl yelled out

of shock: "Han Sen, how could you throw

that away? You aren't going to fill in your

acceptance form?"

"How could Han Sen become a specialist. I

guess he's going to redo a year and take

the exam again next year" Discussions and

debates immediately fired up.Wei Wen, who was standing at the

entrance, glared: "Become a specialist?

Redo? You guys can figure this out, Sen is

going to take the 'Prospective Fighter'

exam, why take some bullshit specialist

class or even redo?"

"Don't say so much, let's go"

Han Sen pulled Wei Wen and left with

him.

The students all said at once, What?

Prospective Fighter exam?

"Han sen's going to take the Prospective

Fighter exam? For real? He isn't that good

is he"

"I guess that Wei Wen was just bluffing.

Han Sen just became an elite member last

year, how could he take the Prospective

Fighter exam this year?

Subconsciously, none of the students were

willing to believe that Han Sen has

achieved the fitness level of a fighter.

A fighter....

That is a supernatural existence.