He leaned back in his chair, his gaze sweeping over the four of them with a hint of scrutiny. Then, he spoke in a slow, unhurried manner:

"Ahem... I should make this clear to you all beforehand. The Fearless Warband, in principle, does not recruit Level 4 Martial Artists. After all, the Warband’s missions, both internal and external, are extremely dangerous. In most cases, a Level 4 Martial Artist’s strength isn’t even enough for self-preservation. Recruiting you would just be adding more cannon fodder."

His words were like a bucket of cold water dumped over their heads, instantly freezing the smiles on Xiong Yanfu’s and Lei Meng’s faces.

"However..."

The senior’s tone shifted, and a playful smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "What’s impossible in principle is possible in practice. Rules are rigid, but people are flexible. The Fearless Warband may not accept ordinary people, but we never turn away true geniuses."

He held up two fingers.

"It’s possible to join the Fearless Warband as a Level 4 Martial Artist. But you must satisfy the following two conditions simultaneously."

"First, Killing Techniques. You must have mastered at least six First-level Killing Techniques to the Perfection Realm. Alternatively, one of your Killing Techniques must have broken through Perfection and reached the Control Realm."

"Second, physical aptitude. Your physical potential must meet or exceed the ’Gold Standard Human, Class I’ level."

"We will test for these two conditions on the spot, right now. If you fail to meet even one of them, you can turn around and leave immediately."

His words were resolute, leaving no room for negotiation.

Instantly, the faces of Lei Meng and Xiong Yanfu fell.

For both of them, their Slaughter Realm and physical potential were far from meeting these incredibly harsh conditions.

Meanwhile, Tie Mu, who stood to the side, had his brow tightly furrowed, a look of regret on his face.

His physical potential had already reached the "Gold Standard Human, Class I" level during the entrance exam, satisfying the second condition.

However, in terms of Killing Techniques, he had only managed to cultivate five of them to the Perfection Realm.

He was just one short!

But if he just spent a few more months cultivating a sixth Killing Technique to Perfection, he could pass the assessment fair and square and join the number one Warband in Canaan Star Martial Arts University!

But for now, he could only be turned away.

Just as the three were feeling dejected or regretful, Qin Feng’s voice rang out.

"Senior, I meet the conditions. You can test me now."

The one who spoke was none other than Qin Feng.

"Oh?"

A trace of genuine curiosity and surprise appeared on the senior’s face.

He looked at Qin Feng with great interest and nodded.

"Good! Confidence is a good thing. Give me your name and student ID. I’ll look up your admission records first."

"Qin Feng, student ID GY173291001."

When Qin Feng stated his name, the senior on duty merely found it a little familiar.

He typed the name into the query system. When Qin Feng’s entrance exam results popped up on the screen, the corner of his mouth twitched violently.

His expression changed in an instant.

He subconsciously muttered to himself:

’Holy crap... Where did this monster come from.’

’This... this physical aptitude is too damn ridiculous...’

He jerked his head up, gave Qin Feng a smile that was uglier than a grimace, and waved his hand.

"Ahem... uh, you’re Junior Qin Feng, right? I won’t bother testing your physical aptitude. Are you kidding me? A beast who blew up the testing pod during the entrance exam... there’s no way those numbers are wrong."

"Why don’t you just demonstrate your Killing Technique."

He stood up and made a "please" gesture.

"You can demonstrate in the dedicated Martial Arts Room over there. I can accurately judge the realm of your Killing Technique."

"Alright."

Qin Feng nodded without saying anything more.

The four of them followed the senior—whose attitude had done a complete 180—into a self-contained, pure white Martial Arts Room filled with a sense of futuristic technology.

Qin Feng walked to the center of the room. With a mere thought, the Level 4 Alloy Long Spear that had been with him for so long appeared in his hand.

He didn’t strike immediately. Instead, he closed his eyes and regulated his breathing.

When he opened his eyes again, a terrifying, unparalleled killing intent erupted from him—an aura so sharp it seemed poised to tear the very world apart!

He executed the Ferocious Bird footwork, and his figure, like a phantom, vanished from the spot in an instant!

The next second, he had already appeared at the other end of the Martial Arts Room, in front of the black, humanoid target made of a special energy-absorbing material designed specifically for testing attack strength.

The Long Spear in his hand transformed into a soul-reaping black bolt of lightning!

"Fierce Owl Chasing Shadow!"

The thrust was the epitome of speed, the pinnacle of ferocity!

It didn’t even make the slightest sound as it tore through the air!

The spear tip landed with absolute precision on the center of the humanoid target’s brow.

"Control Realm!"

"What a spear!"

Seeing this, the senior on duty could no longer remain calm.

A brilliant light flashed in his eyes as he praised him loudly!

As for Lei Meng and Tie Mu, standing behind him, even though they had witnessed Qin Feng’s god-like spear technique on the battlefield before, feeling that terrifying killing intent up close once again—an intent that felt as if it could freeze their very souls—they were still shaken to their core.