Level A Agreement of Xtreme Martial Arts Gym

Inside a meeting room on the sixth floor of the Martial Arts Hall, a spacious area of over 300 square meters was adorned with luxurious decor.

The light from a massive crystal chandelier illuminated the room, casting a dazzling glow across the polished surfaces. To the left of the entrance, a circle of leather sofas lined the wall. On one of these, a man in a traditional Tang suit sat calmly, observing the curator as he entered.

"Supervisor, I've brought Xia Zhi," the curator said respectfully, addressing the man in the Tang suit, one of the three leading figures in the Jiangnan Base City's Xtreme Martial Arts Center.

The supervisor's eyes brightened at the mention of Xia Zhi, and a smile crept onto his face. "So, this is Xia Zhi," he mused. "The final neural response speed test results show an excellent rating at the advanced fighter level."

Gesturing toward the sofa next to him, the supervisor said, "Please, sit down. Let's have a chat."

Xia Zhi followed the curator's lead, seating himself to the right of the supervisor on the long leather sofa. He remained silent, waiting for the conversation to unfold.

The supervisor, seemingly lost in thought, finally broke the silence. "Xia Zhi, may I call you Xiaozhi?" he asked.

"Yes, Supervisor," Xia Zhi replied respectfully, "That's what my elders call me."

The supervisor nodded, his slightly graying hair catching the light. "To officially become a warrior, you'll need to pass the actual combat assessment. With your strength surpassing the intermediate fighter level, this assessment should be a mere formality."

"In one month, the actual combat assessment will take place in Jiangnan City. Once you pass, you'll be recognized as a true warrior," he continued, his mood visibly lifting. "But tell me, Xiaozhi, what are your plans once you've become a warrior? Are you ready to join our Xtreme Martial Arts Gym now?"

Without hesitation, Xia Zhi responded, "Supervisor, I am ready and willing to join Xtreme Martial Arts Gym. I've trained here since I started, and now that I'm on the cusp of becoming a warrior, it's only natural that I continue my journey here."

The supervisor's satisfaction was evident, his smile widening. "That's excellent," he said. "Our task is to identify and nurture talented fighters like you, and it's rewarding when someone with your potential chooses to join us."

"Our Xtreme Martial Arts Gym, founded by Hong, the world's number one powerhouse, offers unparalleled resources and techniques," the supervisor continued. "You'll never regret the choice you've made today."

Turning to the staff standing by the entrance, he instructed, "Prepare an A-level signing agreement. Make one modification: Xiaozhi can choose from any body, guidance, and attack techniques within a 100 million yuan range, all free of charge. If the price exceeds that, I will personally cover the difference."

The staff member's eyes widened in surprise at the mention of an A-level contract, but he quickly nodded and left to draft the agreement. The curator, too, appeared taken aback.

Curious about the significance of the contract, Xia Zhi asked, "Supervisor, what exactly is the A-level agreement?"

The supervisor leaned back slightly, explaining, "Typically, when a warrior joins our Xtreme Martial Arts Gym, they receive the right to reside in a villa in either Yangzhou City or the main urban area, but without ownership rights. The villa is part of the martial arts hall's exclusive residential complex. Additionally, they receive two million yuan in start-up funds."

He continued, "For those recognized as seed geniuses, the start-up capital is higher, and they get a free quota for purchasing up to three techniques from the martial arts hall. However, super geniuses like you qualify for an A-level agreement."

"This is the highest level of contract available at our base city's martial arts hall. After being signed, it's reported to the global headquarters for review and approval. An A-level contract grants the warrior 20 million yuan in start-up funds and a free quota of up to 50 million yuan for techniques—ten times the standard contract. Additionally, the warrior receives a recommendation to participate in the annual elite training camp assessment at the global headquarters."

"If you pass, you'll enter the elite training camp and access the highest-tier training resources," the supervisor explained.

Xia Zhi's interest piqued at the mention of the elite training camp. "The annual elite training camp at the global headquarters?" he asked.

The supervisor nodded. "Yes, often referred to as the God of War training camp. Our warrior levels start at the quasi-martialist stage. After passing the official martial artist assessment, one becomes a warrior-level martial artist, which is divided into three tiers: elementary, intermediate, and advanced."

He glanced at Xia Zhi. "Your current physical fitness is just at the threshold of the intermediate fighter level, but your neural response speed is rated excellent at the advanced fighter level. Above the fighter level is the general level, also divided into three tiers. I, for instance, am at the advanced general level."

"Warrior-level fighters can be taken down by standard firearms, but general-level warriors are a different story. Ordinary thermal weapons have little effect on them. Even a barrage from a heavy machine gun can be easily evaded by a general-level warrior."

The supervisor's eyes gleamed with ambition as he spoke. "Above the general level is the God of War level. Just the name alone evokes awe. God of War warriors are revered as demigods by the masses. They move with lightning speed and possess the strength to topple skyscrapers with a single blow."

"In the battle between humans and monsters, the presence of a God of War can change the outcome of a conflict single-handedly," he said, his tone filled with admiration. "That's what it means to be a God of War."

Even the curator, who had been quietly listening, couldn't hide his excitement. Xia Zhi, though aware of these facts from previous experiences, felt a renewed sense of determination. The importance of strength in this world was undeniable.

The supervisor sighed, "They say I'm just one step away from reaching the God of War level, but who knows when I'll get there. As we age, vitality diminishes, and progress slows."

He then raised his voice, full of conviction. "But our martial arts gym's elite training camp can produce God of War-level powers consistently. It's the cradle of greatness, where the world's top talents gather. There, you'll receive unparalleled education and resources."

"Hong, the world's number one warrior and our gym's founder, often provides personal guidance. Signing the A-level agreement gives you the opportunity to enter this elite training camp and become part of humanity's future powerhouse."

"Work hard, Xiaozhi. This is the best era for warriors like us. If you make it into the elite training camp and reach the God of War level, you'll be the pride of our entire Jiangnan base city."

The supervisor's enthusiasm was contagious, and Xia Zhi nodded firmly. "I will work hard, Supervisor."

At that moment, the staff returned with the contract. The supervisor quickly signed it before passing it to Xia Zhi, who scanned the document. The terms were clear and straightforward, and without hesitation, he signed his name.

"Welcome to the Xtreme Martial Arts Gym family, Xiaozhi," the supervisor said, smiling as he extended his hand. "By the way, my name is Zhuge Tao. Feel free to contact me if you ever need anything."

Xia Zhi returned the smile, shaking Zhuge Tao's hand firmly. 

"Your citizen card will be updated to reflect your status as a quasi-warrior soon," Zhuge Tao continued. "However, your start-up funds and access to select techniques will only be available once you pass the actual combat assessment and officially become a warrior."

Xia Zhi nodded in understanding. 

"Alright, I won't keep you any longer. Lao will handle the rest for you," Zhuge Tao said, turning to the curator. "Old Xiang, make sure everything else is taken care of. I'm heading back to the headquarters."

The curator stood up quickly. "Of course, Supervisor. I'll see you out."

As Zhuge Tao departed, Xia Zhi realized that the resources he needed for future advancement were now within his reach. A new chapter was beginning for him and his grandfather, one that promised a drastic change in their lives.