Chapter 19 - Chapter 19. President Zhaoi Yong Jang

Just as Wong E exhaled a sigh of relief, he saw Chief instructor Wu Tong approaching him with a beaming smile. As soon as he approached, Wu Tong spoke directly. Wongi, congratulations. You have successfully passed the preliminary warrior assessment. Now, on behalf of the Extreme Martial Arts Institute, I extend a formal invitation for you to join us. Wong was momentarily taken aback by Wuongs forthrightness. However, he was not one to acquies so easily. After all, when Luo Fong had joined the Extreme Martial Arts Institute, he had been presented with an array of enticing benefits. It was inconceivable that Wong he would accept merely based on Wuongs verbal assurance. Noticing Wong Yi silence, Wuong felt a pang of urgency and added, "Wong, you possess remarkable talent. Our extreme martial arts institute has always placed a premium on exceptional individuals. Should you choose to join us, we can offer you substantial benefits. Meanwhile, the other candidates observed with envy as the imposing master of the Yanjo Institute personally invited Wong to join. However, they were well aware that they could not compare to him. Finally, Wongi spoke, "Chief instructor, may I inquire what benefits the institute can offer me? Please elaborate and I shall consider it." Wuong cast a glance at Wong E and suddenly smiled. Very well. We can discuss this at length. This setting is not ideal. Let's find a more suitable place to converse. I believe that once you understand the benefits we provide at the Extreme Martial Arts Institute, you'll be inclined to join. However, there are certain matters beyond my authority that must be reported to the headquarters for their decision. Please follow me. Meanwhile, another martial artist began to take over Wuongs position to continue with the assessments. While Wuong escorted Wong e out of the training hall, they took the elevator to a spacious and bright room on the seventh floor reminiscent of an office. In the center stood a silver white metallic round table with a hollowed center surrounded by purple wood chairs. And in the corners were luxurious leather sofas and exquisite potted plants. Wuong turned to see Wong e curiously surveying the rooms decor and smiled. This is our YongJo Institute's large audiovisisual room primarily used for meetings and communication with the higher-ups. Please wait a moment. Your situation is quite special. Given your talent, you are highly likely to be recruited into our renowned elite training camp, which trains the finest prodigies. However, this must first be reported to the Jang headquarters, who will relay it to the global headquarters. Only upon their approval can we determine the benefits we can offer you. As Wuong operated some devices and switches, he explained, seemingly anxious for Wong E to comprehend, Wong nodded, fully aware of the elite training camps existence. The Elite Training Camp, also known as the God of War reserve, is a world's premier institution for cultivating martial artists. It only accepts 10 students globally each year, and those who gain entry are undoubtedly exceptional talents. For instance, Luong from the original story was recruited at the age of 19 with a physical quality of a primary battle general and comprehension of the third level of a nine-fold Thunderblade. At 18, Wong E, who had yet to practice the gene original energy cultivation method, already approached the standard of highle warrior and had mastered the subtle movement technique, qualifying him for the elite training camp. Wuong swiftly activated the three-dimensional virtual projection device. Taking a deep breath, he exclaimed, "Ah, fortunate for us, the president is online. Typically, communicating with the headquarters wasn't this cumbersome. A simple video call sufficed unless the matter was particularly urgent." Wuong turned to Wong E and said, "When you meet the president, remember to show proper respect. Do not act disrespectfully." Understood. Wong E quickly nodded, aware that the president of the Jan headquarters, Zhao Xenyong, was a formidable figure among warriors and the president of the Extreme Martial Arts Institute in Jang Nan, holding significant power and status, arguably ranking among the top three in the entire Jong-un Bay city. Of course, the actual authority in the Bay City was held by the inspector, who was typically a highle god of war. However, the inspector's role was limited to oversight and did not involve the management of the institute's affairs. A mesmerizing light rapidly coalesed in the center of the audiovisisual room forming a three-dimensional projection. A figure of a man approximately 50 years old and clad in training attire appeared in the center of the room almost lifelike with the only distinction being a subtle halo around his body. Wongi's attention was immediately drawn to the man's large hands which resembled fans with one hand capable of equaling the strength of two ordinary hands. This was Zhao Jongyong the president of the Jangan headquarters of the Extreme Martial Arts Institute known for his hands. Wuang, what urgent matter brings you to seek me? The man resembling a real person turned towards Wuong and Wong E. His voice deep and authoritative. President Wuong replied respectfully. Today marks our Yong Jojo Institute's monthly assessment for prospective warriors. He meticulously reported Wong Yis circumstances and performance to the imposing figure clad in white training attire. Zho Jinyongs expression shifted as he listened to Wuongs account. 18 years old, yet to have practiced the gene original energy and already possessing near highle warrior physical quality along with the self-comprehended subtle movement technique. Is this the young man in question? Zhaojins gaze bore into Wongi. Indeed, his name is Wongi, hailing from Jo Jang City in Jang and Bay City, Wuong replied, pausing momentarily. Clearly somewhat awkward. It seemed a bit absurd for a genius from Jo Jang City to travel to Yong Jojo city for the assessment. However, President Zhao Xing Yong would not concern himself with such trivialities. His keen eyes remain fixed on Wongi. Wongi, you heard Wuongs words. Your talent is exceptional. You are indeed a prodigy. If I were to extend an invitation to you now, would you be willing to join our extreme martial arts institute? Zhao Xyong continued, "If you join, I will apply for a spot for you in the elite training camp. Although acceptance will ultimately depend on the higher-ups approval, even if you cannot enter the elite training camp, you would still qualify for a foundational training camp, which gathers gifted individuals from around the world to receive the best training. The elite training camp is recognized as the foremost training institution globally, admitting only the most extraordinary talents. While the foundational training camp offers excellent training as well, regardless of which camp you enter, you will achieve development far superior to that available elsewhere. Additionally, I can assure you of generous treatment. In accordance with our usual practice, you'll be allocated a standalone villa in the warrior community for you and your family to reside in, and you may select any manual valued at up to 500 million with the expenses covered by our extreme martial arts institute. Furthermore, you would receive a startup fund of 100 million. What do you think? Zhao Jinyongs voice resonated in the spacious audiovisisual room. His eyes filled with anticipation as he regarded Wong. Ordinary prodigies seldom captured his attention, but a talent like Wong e who could join the elite training camp prompted him to humbly seek out such an individual. It is worth noting that the elite training camp known as the god of war reserve guarantees that every participant becomes a god of war and those who excel there are formidable warriors. Given Wong Yi's potential, even if he could not enter the elite training camp, a few years in a foundational training camp would likely see him emerge as a god of war. Wongi represented the achievements and contributions of the Jang and extreme headquarters. Such a promising candidate was not someone Junyong could afford to overlook. The room fell silent as Wong appeared to contemplate the offer. After a lengthy pause under the watchful eyes of Wuong and Zhao Xyong, he finally made his decision. Very well, I shall join the Extreme Martial Arts Institute. Upon hearing Wong Yi's response, a slow smile of satisfaction spread across Zhao Xingyongs previously stern visage. I