Invincible Copy System
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The next morning, with his whole family cheering him on, Liu Ning set off to attempt the Junior Warrior exam. The world is simply unfair: a poor kid takes the Junior Warrior exam to survive; a rich kid gets the certificate mostly to show off. Liu Ning scanned them with the System; every one was an elite among Warrior Apprentices, far above the level of Li Tie or Second Wu.
The next morning, with his whole family cheering him on, Liu Ning set off to attempt the Junior Warrior exam. The Garrison Headquarters sent an official message asking him to arrive on time; the venue would be First Martial Hall under its jurisdiction.
First Martial Hall is different from other halls—it exists solely for examinations and is closed to the public for training.
Of course, during the week before an exam it opens for a fee; anyone who wants to scout the place or preview the subjects is welcome, but the charge is steep.
Still, the actual test items are chosen by lottery on the spot. Even if you pay to look around beforehand, the skills you practice might not even be tested. There are dozens of possible items, only two or three are drawn each month.
Liu Ning had told no one about his exam; he didn't want an audience. At the gate he saw what people call a cheer squad—usually organized by wealthy families. Poor examinees scrape together the 50,000 yuan registration fee; how could they afford to mess around with cheerleaders?
Liu Ning glanced around. The place was livelier than the Secondhand Market. Judging by the cars, everything here was high-end, yet the people were a mixed bunch—some in rags, others in top-grade combat gear.
The world is simply unfair: a poor kid takes the Junior Warrior exam to survive; a rich kid gets the certificate mostly to show off.
Several thousand hopefuls crowded First Martial Hall's square. Liu Ning scanned them with the System; every one was an elite among Warrior Apprentices, far above the level of Li Tie or Second Wu. After all, you need confidence to sit the exam.
To avoid wasting public resources, First Martial Hall decreed that each attempt costs 200,000 yuan. That fee alone keeps many Warrior Apprentices outside.
Earning money is hard for a Warrior Apprentice. According to one survey, their monthly income ranges from 30,000 to 50,000 yuan. Staking nearly half a year's pay on one exam is something only the confident—or the crazy—would do.
Of course, exceptions exist. Some rich kids take the test every month; there's always the chance the draw favors them. Once you become a Junior Warrior the privileges far exceed those of an apprentice, so they keep trying. Their families are loaded; why not?
Looking about, Liu Ning recognized no one. Warrior Apprentices from more than half the City were gathered here—how could he know any of them?
A loudspeaker ordered everyone to line up. After paying, Liu Ning received a number. They would test in groups of a hundred, four groups at a time. He was lucky: first batch.
He sized up his group and saw no obvious stand-outs. According to online gossip, the pass rate for Junior Warrior is only three or four percent.
That meant the vast majority here today would leave disappointed—they simply had no realistic chance.
As for the full Martial Artist license, the odds were even lower: one in a hundred.
Liu Ning paid his fee easily, but others were struggling. Some had brought cash from the City's outskirts—places poorer than Wei Xiong's Gathering Point. Without a single smart device, they carried paper IDs; Liu Ning at least had electronic documents.
Many had poured every savings into the fee. Compared with the rich, they had no safety net. If they failed today, next year would be their earliest retest; scraping together another 200,000 yuan in a year was already an achievement when work was scarce.
Inside, Liu Ning found the seat that matched his number. The exam would take place in a 2,000-square-meter indoor Training Room shared by these hundred hopefuls.
A boy of about fifteen beside him kept muttering—prayers to pass, Liu Ning supposed.
With nothing else to do, Liu Ning focused on the kid—and suddenly his nerves twitched. The boy's Mental Energy was abnormally strong. Liu Ning had copied Invincible Zhao, so his own was formidable, yet this teenager's felt innate—roughly a third of Liu Ning's.
What did that imply? The boy had a high probability of becoming a Psychic.
Good heavens—show up for a Junior Warrior exam and bump into a future Psychic?
Psychics are rarer than rare: one in a hundred million.
Liu Ning studied him again: every piece of clothing was patched together—clearly dirt-poor. In the boy's pocket lay a few yellowed sheets—his paper ID.
In other words, the kid hadn't made it yet; he was still an ordinary Warrior Apprentice. If Liu Ning played it right, he could recruit him—and gain a Psychic underling. That would be priceless.
Trying to hire an established Psychic is nearly impossible; even the Four Great Families struggle. A future Psychic, though… that's another matter.