19: Martial Arts Combat Assessment

Today, Qiao Yu met many people, his emotions fluctuating, but when he checked the time, only the morning had passed.

At noon, Jiang Nian insisted on dragging Qiao Yu and Luo Feng to have a meal with other warriors at the headquarters, which helped them get acquainted.

They clinked glasses and chatted, and after an unknown amount of time, it was almost evening when the two returned to Nan'an Residential Area.

As the lights of thousands of homes lit up, Luo Hongguo returned home, his body weary.

As soon as he opened the door, his eldest son Luo Feng, youngest son Luo Hua, wife Gong Xinlan, and the son of his benefactor, Qiao Yu, were arranging a lavish dinner on the table.

"What good news is there to have so much delicious food?"

Luo Hongguo took off his shoes at the door, looking at the dozen or so dishes, feeling a little pained about the money, a hint of weariness in his smile.

"Dad!"

"Dad, welcome home!"

"Uncle Luo!"

Luo Feng immediately offered a cup of warm tea, while Luo Hua shouted from his wheelchair, and Qiao Yu echoed from the side.

Luo Feng pulled Luo Hongguo, recounting everything that happened outside today, while Gong Xinlan smiled and served everyone rice.

"So, there will be a day when I, Luo Hongguo, will live in a detached villa?"

"Haha, I'm going to fire my boss tonight!"

"Xiao Yu, you've also made something of yourself, good, very good! I can finally give an account to Old Brother Qiao."

Luo Hongguo was clearly beaming with joy, yet a few tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.

Luo Hua and Gong Xinlan were also envisioning a beautiful future life.

Luo Feng looked at his family enjoying themselves, and all the hardships and fatigue he had endured seemed to vanish into thin air.

Qiao Yu did not speak, simply eating his meal in silence.

In his previous life, he also had a family, but his parents each started new families when he was young, and he was merely the forgotten one caught in the middle.

Luo Hongguo also noticed Qiao Yu's unusual mood, and his heart was stirred; Qiao Yu was just a child who had just turned eighteen.

Luo Hongguo recalled when he was eighteen years old; well, at that time, the population had sharply declined, and China encouraged childbirth, so Luo Feng was almost born.

"Xiao Yu, Uncle Luo doesn't mean to take advantage of you, but you are also part of our family!"

Luo Hongguo patted Qiao Yu's shoulder, speaking earnestly.

"Uncle Luo, I'm not good at emotional scenes, but I know all the kindness you've shown me, and you are also my family!"

Qiao Yu's mood was somewhat complex; he had only transmigrated a few days ago, so he couldn't say he was deeply moved. He could only say that he would treat the Luo family well in the future, and having taken over the original body, he naturally had to resolve the original owner's karma.

Luo Hongguo also knew Qiao Yu's usual personality and didn't insist, simply smiling and nodding, telling everyone to eat.

Early the next morning, Uncle Luo secretly found his former co-workers to help with the move. It didn't matter who earned the money, so he might as well let his good co-workers earn it.

"Old Luo, you're really lucky, your son has made something of himself!"

Several co-workers continuously praised him, and the neighbors in the residential area also offered their congratulations.

"A-Yu, it's one thing for Luo Feng to become a warrior, but how did you, you little brat, also become a warrior! Damn it!"

Wei Wen put his arm around Qiao Yu's neck, constantly teasing him.

Luo Feng laughed heartily from the side; aside from the Luo family, Wei Wen was the only person Qiao Yu was familiar with.

"Go, it's good that everyone is leaving. To see my son make something of himself, I am very pleased."

Wei Wen's laughter turned into a choked sound. Among the three, Qiao Yu was originally the one who was doing the worst, the most pitiful in terms of background. Now, only he was left to continue his life according to the established rules.

"You idiot, we're just moving, not dead."

"Among us three, you're the only one who got into university. Cultivate well, chase girls well! Life is much more comfortable than our days of licking blood from a knife's edge, and besides, you might not necessarily become a warrior someday."

Qiao Yu lightly poked Wei Wen's waist, making Wei Wen instinctively flinch.

"Alright, we're brothers, no more emotional talk. I'll come find you guys in Mingyue Residential Area in a couple of days!"

Wei Wen adjusted his mood quickly; being thick-skinned had its advantages.

After bidding farewell to the familiar faces in Nan'an Residential Area, Qiao Yu rode in a taxi with the Luo family. He was a lone wolf and didn't have much to move.

Moreover, he lived next door to Luo Feng, making it even more convenient to meet than before. They didn't even need to go out; they could just wave hello through the window... Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was July 31st.

During these twenty-plus days, Qiao Yu did not rush to improve his strength further.

Instead, he spent more time solidifying his strength, making up for the superficiality caused by his rapid progress earlier.

With Luo Feng as a sparring partner, Qiao Yu's shortcomings in basic skills were finally filled.

During this period, with steady and consistent training, Qiao Yu's control over his muscles became more proficient.

Coupled with daily genetic energy cultivation, Qiao Yu subtly showed signs of surpassing Luo Feng in physical fitness.

"I can't believe I'm still freeloading after becoming a warrior. People would laugh if they heard."

Qiao Yu awkwardly rubbed his hair. He had just returned home after freeloading a meal at Luo Feng's house.

Qiao Yu became a Quasi-Warrior directly through an internal process at the Dojo of Limits, bypassing the examination.

However, the Warrior Combat Assessment is jointly organized by multiple factions on Earth and requires unified participation and assessment.

Therefore, Qiao Yu still didn't have his own warrior account, his startup funds hadn't arrived, and his bank balance was still only about a thousand yuan.

Every day, he freeloaded meals at the Luo family's, could exchange cultivation insights with Luo Feng and other warriors in the residential area, could push Luo Hua out for walks to enjoy the scenery, and was waited on hand and foot, enjoying himself immensely.

However, ever since his last visit to the headquarters for testing and contract signing, and suspecting that Zhuge Tao had seen something, Qiao Yu dared not let the fungal swarm rapidly develop for a short period.

With many eyes and ears in the city, if he let the fungi grow wildly in the city, Qiao Yu couldn't guarantee he'd see tomorrow's sun.

If it were in the Wilderness Area, no matter how wildly they grew, as long as they didn't affect humans, no one would be idle enough to specifically eradicate them.

Because of this, the flesh and blood mycelium within Qiao Yu had been in a state of self-consumption during this period. Qiao Yu's daily diet was simply not enough for the flesh and blood mycelium to consume; if given a monster, they could probably devour it in an instant.

"Just bear with it a little longer. Once I pass the Warrior Combat Assessment, I can officially join a team and openly spread the fungal swarm in the Wilderness Area."

Qiao Yu appeased the restless flesh and blood mycelium within him, and once they settled down, he lay down on his bed and slowly drifted into dreamland.

The next morning, August 1st, the day of the Warrior Combat Assessment.

Qiao Yu and Luo Feng sat on the train heading to the final destination, Jiangnan City North Military Region. The train stopped continuously at various cities along the way, and this particular train had at least a hundred Quasi-Warriors.

Luo Feng was chatting with Yang Wu, an acquaintance from the martial arts school, and there were also promotional videos for four factions on the carriage screen.

Dojo of Limits, Thunderbolt Martial Arts School, HR Alliance, Government Army.

The leaders of each faction were vigorously promoting their faction's advantages.

"Dear Quasi-Warriors, the train is about to arrive at the station. Please gather your luggage and prepare to disembark..."