The group soon arrived at the Martial Arts Dojo. Because Little Fatty had turned in his test paper rather late, they were among the last people to get there.
Even though East Sea Academy's Martial Arts Dojo was enormous—large enough to house ten fighting rings simultaneously—it still felt packed to the brim.
Many of the candidates hadn't left after receiving their weapons. Instead, they had taken to the rings to spar, likely to familiarize themselves with their new equipment.
Lin Xinghai glanced around. None of the people here were mediocre; in fact, many had already mastered some form of Martial Arts, brandishing their weapons with impressive vigor.
But that was the extent of it. Lin Xinghai noticed that the Martial Arts they had mastered were all fairly simple—likely just Yellow Level Martial Arts that they had only cultivated to the Entry Level.
