10. The Prospective Fighter Exam
"Dad, Mom, I'm going to the city's 'Dojo of
Limits', so I might not come back to eat
lunch today" Han Sen stood up after
drinking a large bowl of gruel and eating
three pieces of bread, "Just wait today for
my good news today. After I pass the exam,
I'll call right away"
Gong Xin Lan laughed and then glanced at
Han Hong Guo: "Hong Guo, did you hear
that? You better have your cell phone on
you at all times, or Han Sen might not
even be able to contact you"
"I'll be sure to bring my cell phone" Han
Hong Guo laughed.
"Ok, I'm leaving now"
Han Sen winked at Han Hua, who laughed
and gave a thumbs up in return.
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Early in the morning, Han Sen left the
small Southern shore region and road the #11 subway line to 'Zhong-An road station'
and then transferred to Yang Zhou city's
center region. After leaving the subway
station, he walked for ten minutes before
arriving at Yang Zhou's Dojo of Limits
headquarters--Limit Hall��
Han Sen left home at around 6 AM. By the
time he arrived, it was already almost 8
AM.
"This is the legendary Ming-Yue sector?"
Han Sen stood in front of the huge door in
the quiet sector. This sector's name is
'Ming-Yue sector' and is where the Limit
Hall is located.
"This man, this is the Ming-Yue sector,
don't come close"
Just at the small sector's entrance, there
was a row of six soldiers wearing their
uniforms and holding real guns and ammo.
You can tell from one look at their
uniforms..... that they aren't part of the
police, but part of the army. One of the
soldiers shouted: "Sir, please stand back.
Once you enter the yellow lined area, we have the right to shoot and kill you on the
spot!"
"Just like the legends" Han Sen thought to
himself in his heart.
Ming-Yue sector in Yang Zhou is where the
Dojo of Limits' headquarters is located!
Not only is the Limit Hall here, but also
many fighters' homes.
"According to the rumors, the people that
live here are the fighters and their
families! Even the police don't have the
right to come in as they please" Han Sen
marveled in his heart.
"Everyone" Han Sen stood at the small
sector's entrance and spoke, "I am the Dojo
of Limits' elite member 'Han Sen'. I came
here today to take the Prospective Fighter
exam". The Limit Hall holds the
Prospective Fighter exam on the first day
of every month.
"Oh?"From the guardsman's lounge an old, bald
man walked out with a computer in his
hand, "Young man, you came quite early, it
isn't even 8 AM yet. Taking the Prospective
Fighter exam at such a young age, your
future is limitless. Ok, let me check your ID
and elite member ID"
Han Sen handed them over.
[BEEP!]
A message came up on the computer's
display after scanning the identifications.
"18 years old?" This old, bald man looked at
Han Sen in shock and then laughed,
"Brave enough to take the Prospective
Fighter exam at 18 years old. Not bad, I
hope you pass it today"
"Thank you sir" Han Sen replied.
"Let him in" The old, bald man waved his
hand.
The small sector's electronic door opened
automatically. At this time, a soldier
holding an assault rifle stepped forward and followed Han Sen: "Sir, I will bring you
to the Dojo of Limits. After you enter the
sector, please do not run around! You only
have the right to enter the Limit Hall and
not the fighters' homes. If you break this
rule, even if I don't make a move, the
people patrolling the area will" This soldier
even sneered at Han Sen while telling him
this.
"Of course" Han Sen slightly smiled and
nodded, but was surprised inside.
There indeed was a cooperative
relationship between the country and the
Dojo of Limits. At least the core of the Dojo
of Limits will be heavily protected and
guarded.
"Wow, every building is a private villa" Han Sen looked around. Except for the center
of the sector, which was the large, tall
Limit Hall tower, everywhere else was a
private villa. Between the villas were fake
mountains, pools, and lawns.
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Ming-Yue sector, inside the Limit Hall.
Right when Han Sen stepped inside the
lobby of the Limit Hall, the soldier went
back.
"Sir, are you here to take the Prospective
Fighter exam?" Inside the hall, a beautiful
young woman smiled, "Sir, please sit over
there. When it's 10 AM, take the exam with
the others."
Han Sen nodded and towards the side of
the lobby. There was a small bar there with
a waiter and a bartender.
"Hm?" Han Sen scanned the spots and saw
that there were already three people
sitting at the bar.
Two of them were having a discussion
while the other one was sitting silently on
a sofa.
"Look at all of those villas. That is the
benefit you get from joining the Dojo of
Limits as a fighter" A young man wearing
white shirt and pants said, "As long as you
become a fighter and join the Dojo of Limits, you'll get a free villa and you'll be
able to live here..... Heh, look at this
environment, it's so comfortable"
"Of course the fighter sector is different
from all the other sectors outside. Look, a
new person is coming" The three people
saw Han Sen. Han Sen slightly nodded
and sat on the sofa at the side.
Nobody knew each other, so there wasn't
any exchange of talk.
As time passed, three more people came,
which Han Sen recognized none of.
However, from their looks.... the three of
them were a bit older, probably all over 30
years old. One of them was even over 40
years old.
"Ha, Han Sen!" a loud sound came up.
Han Sen, startled, turned his head and
looked, and saw a lean man with a face full
of hideous scars walking towards him:
"You're coming to take the prospective
fighter exam too?""Brother Yang?" Han Sen stood up and
greeted him.
"It's a bit embarrassing. I came to try last
month but sadly --my speed was only 24.9
m/s. It was off by just that one bit!" Yang
Wu said helplessly. In fact, Yang Wu passed
a long time ago in fist strength and
reaction speed. It's just that speed is his
weak point.
However, starting from this year, Yang
Wu's speed started improving. 24.9 meters
and 25 meters isn't really a big difference.
If everything goes well, he might get a
grade of 25 m/s.
"I'm sure you can pass this time Brother
Yang" Han Sen laughed
"This guy named Yang tried so many times
already and never passed. I bet this time
you'll fail too" a loud sound came from the
side.
Han Sen looked over and the one talking
was a buff man with a full beard. Yang Wu
immediately glared: "The guy named Tong, you dare talk about me. Didn't you take the
test and fail twice already? With your
reaction speed, I guess you'll need at least
another two or three more years of
training"
"Silence" a cold sound came from the
center of the lobby.
The eight people currently there 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, behave yourself once you're
upstairs. Our old friends from Yang Zhou
city's headquarters came over today, so
don't cause trouble"
"Yes" No matter if it was the arrogant full
beard, Yang Wu, or Han Sen; everyone
listened and followed.
"Headquarters old friend?" Han Sen
couldn't help but start guessing in his
heart.
Know this: Yang Zhou city has 12 Dojo of
Limits and the Limit Hall. Each sector's Dojo of Limits' masters are called
'Instructors'. The master of the Limit Hall
is called the 'Chief Instructor'.
After entering the elevator, the loose
uniform wearing middle-aged man pressed
'6'.
[DI!] The elevator arrived at the sixth floor.
[HUA!]
The elevator door opened and what came
into sight was a gigantic training hall with
around a dozen people inside. Han Sen
recognized one of them to be instructor
'Jiang Nian'.
"They're here, stop chatting" A
middle-aged man with loose, long hair
spoke and all of them looked at Han Sen's
group. When facing their glares, Han
Sen's group tensed up. They knew..... that
those who appear inside the Limit Hall,
other than the service personnel, are
fighters.
In other words, all of these people are fighters! Since this is the headquarters of
the Dojo of Limits in Yang Zhou city.
"Get ready for examination" The
middle-aged man with loose, long hair
commanded.
Han Sen has seen this man before on the
internet. He is the master of the Limit Hall,
Yang Zhou city's chief instructor 'Wu Tong'.
"Come one by one and give me your ID"
The fighter who led Han Sen's group up
here took their IDs and handed them over
to chief instructor 'Wu Tong' and laughed,
"Boss, there's quite a few people today.
There's eight of them!"
"Yup" Wu Tong randomly picked out an ID
and scanned it on the machine next to
him.
[BEEP!]
A crystal-like display that was almost
transparent shot out from the machine
and displayed a large amount of personal
information."First one, Tong Guan" The chief instructor
was indifferent, "Begin your fist strength
test. Even those of you who came out of
the army come to my Limit Hall to test,
interesting"
Han Sen, who was listening on the side,
couldn't help but smile. The Dojo of Limits
was created by the strongest fighter on
earth. The dojos are scattered all around
the world and their examinations have
high credibility. Your examination results
will receive recognition in every area in
every country on earth.
Even the army or traditional martial artists
like to come to the Dojo of Limits to take
the exam.
"Test your fist strength" The chief
instructor commanded.
"Yes"
The full bearded man immediately took a
step forward. With his left hand in front of
his face and eyes wide opened, his right fist flew through an arc and hit against the
large machine, which only shaked a little
bit. The machine's display immediately
displayed the number--'986kg'��
"Pass, next, Han Sen" The chief instructor
randomly chose the second ID and
scanned it on the machine. He read
through the descriptive personal
information and couldn't help but to be
shocked, "Eh? 18 years old? Old Jiang, this
is your Zhi-An section's right? Since when
did such a talented young man appear?"
"Haha" Instructor 'Jiang Nian' on the side
couldn't help but to laugh.
"We still don't know if he is truly skilled" In
the group of fighters at the side, a fat
veteran scoffed, "He might not know what
he's dealing with and has no strength"
Instructor Jiang Nian glared: "What,
jealous? Your northern section doesn't
have any sort of genius like this. Han Sen,
show them my Zhi-An section's members'
strength"
"Yes, instructor" Han Sen stepped up and
headed towards the fist strength tester
machine.