Chapter 38 - Chapter 38. Come young man

let us gamble. After Wong, he officially became a student of the Elite Training Camp through the virtual space test. His name appeared on the leaderboard of the Extreme Martial Arts School's elite training camp engraved on the black dragon sculpture number 184 Wong E 560,630. In selecting his code name, Wong e whimsically chose the date of his entry into the training camp as he was the only new arrival that month. As soon as Wong E s name graced the leaderboard of the world as foremost training camp, the news spread like wildfire to every corner of the globe, reaching the five great powers, the HR underground alliance and various families, conglomerates and special organizations. On the same day, each of these entities received a comprehensive dossier on Wong from his birth to his high school graduation. And every individual he had interacted with since entering the extreme martial arts school, nothing was overlooked. Everything was meticulously documented. Upon learning of this, a special department within Hashia promptly initiated surveillance and protective measures around Wong ES circle, which naturally included his three girlfriends. Furthermore, various factions devised different strategies to win Wong E over. The Jang pavilion serves as a residence for students hailing from Jang and Bay City, comprising three separate pavilions. Given that Wong E is from Jang and Bay City, it was only natural for him to reside there. The Jon and Pavilion already housed two students, one named Sher Jang and the other Ziao Rua, both from Jang and Bay City. According to Wong Es understanding, Sher Jang was fairly capable, having entered the training camp in 53 and currently ranking within the top 15. The original story indicated he would be among the top five within a year. Xiao Rua, however, was a bit more struggling, having entered in 55 and likely failing to even break into the top 100. In reality, nearly all of the top 30 students in the training camp possessed the strength of a war god. However, Wong E had no intention of deliberately engaging with them. He had not encountered them upon moving into the pavilion and thus paid them no heed. In the Jang Nan pavilion on the second floor in a tranquil and elegant study, Wong held a white porcelain cup, steam rising, the fragrance of tea wafting through the air as he sipped leisurely while gazing at the notes displayed on the desk sreen. student guidelines, training room, challenge room, gravity room. Wongi muttered, recalling these familiar terms. A peculiar smile gracing his features. His gaze then shifted to the ranking rewards. The student who ranks first each month if they can accumulate nine first place finishes, will receive a dragon blood reward valued at 80 billion, the opportunity to select any three complete manuals for free, and the chance to choose either Hong or the Thunder God as a mentor, becoming their direct disciple. Wong. He shook his head. For him, achieving first place each month was merely a matter of time, but 9 months felt excessively long. Manuals training would take too long to be mentored by Hong or the thunder god. Perhaps for others, such opportunities are unattainable. Yet, he possesses a golden finger, having already gained an advantage accompanied by the memories of his former life. His vision transcends that of Hong and Thor by an immeasurable margin. In comparison, the assistance provided by Hong and Thor pales in significance. Surpassing them is merely a matter of time, rendering their support unnecessary. Upon reflection, the rewards offered by the training camp seem less bountiful than initially perceived. One might argue that treasures like dragon blood, which rapidly enhance physical prowess, are far more valuable. It is worth noting that Wong Yi's physical capabilities currently stand at a mere 24,000 kg, placing him in the middle tier of intermediate battle generals. His mental prowess hovers around the level of a junior battle god. Nonetheless, attending the training camp is undeniably essential. For instance, Wong Yi's agility and swordsmanship can be elevated to a realm of artistic mastery, reaching the pinnacle of human martial artists, all thanks to his registration in the training camp. Presently, Wong Yi's utmost desire is to enhance his physical attributes and striking power, particularly his physical constitution. Upon reaching planetary level, he shall undergo a significant transformation. Wanie continued to peruse the information. Achieving a punch power level of six would yield a reward of dragon blood valued at 80 billion. alongside an SS grade combat suit and a complete set of weaponry. Attaining level five in the trial tower would grant him the position of an inspector for the extreme martial arts institute. Bestowing upon him a reward of dragon blood worth 80 billion, an SS grade combat suit, a complete set of weaponry, and any three complete manuals of his choosing, including a set from the ancient civilization relics of the black god. Meanwhile, as Wongi secluded himself in the Jang Pavilion, studying the regulations for students, his intelligence had already been laid before the higher-ups of the Extreme Martial Arts Institute due to the astonishing talent Wong he displayed. News of his abilities quickly garnered significant attention from the institute's leadership, except for the director Hong, who was still in seclusion and thus uninformed, the other five inspectors dispersed globally, gathered without exception in a mysterious virtual conference hall to discuss the matter. The inspectors are the upper echelon of the Extreme Martial Arts Institute, second only to Director Hong, with each being a being that surpasses battle gods. Director Hong Seldom personally manages the affairs of the institute, typically delegating responsibilities to the five inspectors stationed worldwide. After much deliberation and contention during the meeting, a decision regarding Wong Yi treatment was finally reached to be executed by Inspector Wong stationed at headquarters. The following day, July 1st, in the early morning last night, Wong had been invited by Hashur Jang and Xiao Rua to attend a welcoming banquet prepared by the students from the Hasha faction, returning late for rest. However, adhering to the powerful inertia of habit, he awoke early to do some morning exercises. Inside the training camp, one often encounters youth of various skin tones, clad and training attire. Naturally, Wong E, a somewhat unfamiliar face from Hasha, attracted some attention. Hey. Wongi deliberately strolled around several frequently traversed paths and soon enough he heard a clumsy Hasha accent approaching from behind. A peculiar smile crept onto his lips as he quickly concealed himself. Turning around, he feigned a puzzled expression, watching as several young Caucasians hurried towards him. Are you calling me? Yes, indeed. A friend from Hashia. The group of young Caucasians swiftly surrounded him, seemingly fearful of his escape. Their faces adorned with somewhat unrealistically enthusiastic smiles. They exchanged covert glances and one tall, slender youth with golden, slightly curled hair beamed at the Hashia boy before him, grinning broadly. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Urchel Lickok from the European Union. I have a great admiration for your martial arts and have long harbored a wish to spar with talented individuals from Hashia. Would you be willing to engage in a friendly contest with me? Spa Wong e fained hesitation. But isn't private fighting prohibited in the training camp? No worries. Urchel interjected eagerly. We can go to the challenge room. There, we can settle our contest without violating the camp's regulations.