family, you servants all belong to me."As long as you make the young master happy, you'll be guaranteed to earn a lot of money in the future, and live comfortably. You won't even have to do anything m...After Guan Dexchun finished speaking, he beckoned to someone beside him, "Wei Ping, it's your turn!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, a man in his twenties walked over. Judging from his attire, he was a student from the Inner Court of Cangfeng Academy.

"Is this Senior Brother from the Zhongyuan Institute Is he in charge of our assessment"

"My God, it's Xue Shou Wei Ping! How unlucky can I be to run into him..."

"Oh no, it's Wei Ping who's in charge of evaluating us. Looks like we're going to be in for a tough time today..."

Those present buzzed with discussion, and Jiang Fangzhou's face turned ashen. Fear filled his eyes, "Brother Ye, we're done for today. I never expected that in my final chance, I'd run into this person."

Ye Bufan was a little surprised: "What's wrong Is this person very scary"

"Of course, he's terrifying. He has a nickname in the inner courtyard called Blood Hand Wei Ping. Don't be fooled by his always smiling face, he's incredibly ruthless when it comes to making moves. He's also hosted the new recruits' combat strength test before, but every time he makes a move, someone gets hurt."

"Jiang Fangzhou shook his head as he spoke, "How unlucky I am I've met this jinx."

Ye Bufan asked, "Isn't this assessment supposed to be just a point-based system It's not a ring battle, so is it necessary to go so hard"

That's what people say, but when it comes down to it, losing control is inevitable. Colleges usually just turn a blind eye to these things anyway.

Moreover, Wei Ping's cultivation is formidable and he has some background. Ordinary mentors will give him some face. As long as he doesn't cause a death, no one will say anything.

"Jiang Fangzhou leaned into Ye Bufan's ear, her voice low and urgent. "Ye Gege, be careful later. This guy is a psychopath who takes pleasure in tormenting new students."

"Oh!"

Ye Bufan nodded, and at the same time smelled a conspiracy.

My previous mentor, Guan Dechun, suddenly showed hostility towards me. Now another competitor, Wei Ping, has become an examiner. I wouldn't believe it if there wasn't something fishy going on.

Then a sneer curled up the corner of his lips. He didn't care who was behind all this, since they wanted to play, he would play along.

At this time, Wei Ping came to the center of the field with a chuckle. He glanced at the panicked students present, seemingly enjoying their reactions very much.

"Fellow disciples, my name is Wei Ping, I'm at the late stage of Nascent Soul. Today, I'm in charge of the practical assessment. Please give me your guidance."

After he finished speaking, there was another uproar in the room. Jiang Fangzhou's face was full of bitterness: "Late stage Nascent Soul, this guy's strength has improved again!"

Gu Dechun shouted from the side: "Alright, the practical assessment officially begins. I'll call out each person's name, and they will take the stage. Each match has a time limit of ten moves."

Don't worry about defeating Wei Ping, just do your best.

First, the peak of the game.

The person called out was a tall and thin young man, his expression betraying an irrepressible nervousness. He gritted his teeth and walked to the center of the stage, standing before Wei Ping.

These newly enrolled students, the highest cultivation level is just the Golden Core stage, he is only in the early stage of Golden Core, now he has to face a powerhouse in the late Nascent Soul stage, it's impossible to say that he is not nervous.

Gao Feng stammered, "Wei... Wei Senior Brother, please go easy on me."

"A martial artist's actions are always in practice, there's no room for mercy or hesitation, strike!"

After Wei Ping finished speaking, a cold smile appeared on his face, and his eyes seemed to be looking at a lamb to be slaughtered.

"Senior brother, take this!"

Gaofeng gritted his teeth, took a deep breath in the end, and with a hard head, punched out with all his might, aiming straight for Wei Ping's face.

The opponent was originally stronger, holding a crushing advantage. Moreover, this was during an assessment, so he didn't dare to hold back at all. He immediately brought out the strongest algorithm passed down through his family.

This punch, upon being unleashed, immediately produced a sharp cracking sound as it tore through the air, carrying immense force and an awe-inspiring presence.

It's a pity that he was facing Wei Ping, a powerful cultivator in the later stage of the Yuan Ying period. The gap between them was simply too large.

Seeing the opponent's fist getting closer and closer, Wei Ping's mouth curled up with a sinister coldness. Then, he raised his hand and punched back.

Two fists collided, a dull thud echoing through the air. Gao Feng was instantly sent flying backward like a kite with its string severed, crashing heavily to the ground afterward.

He struggled to get up from the ground, his face pale, and his right fist was both red and swollen.

"Little brother, you have to keep up the good work! This is just the first move."

Wei Ping beckoned him with a smile, a hint of mockery and disdain in his eyes.

Seeing Gao Feng suffer such a heavy loss in the first round, all the students present felt their hearts sink to the bottom.

Generally, in sparring matches for this kind of strength test, veteran students primarily focus on defense, allowing the examinee to fully display their skills for the instructors observing nearby to judge.

Wei Ping now is completely different. He's directly countering and fighting back with no regard for any politeness whatsoever.

Although they didn't go all out, this was still beyond what they were capable of handling at their level.

Guan Dechun stood beside, merely looking on coldly, without any intention of speaking to stop them.

Gāofēng gritted his teeth and finally charged again.

But this battle was nothing short of a nightmare for him. He was knocked back again and again, like a punching bag being tossed around.

While Wei Ping seemed to be showing off his martial arts skills, each move he made was different. Sometimes he used his fist, sometimes his palm, and sometimes he kicked directly with his foot.

All in all, he played very smoothly and enjoyably throughout the test, but the peak was appalling.

He had barely managed to withstand ten moves before he was completely limp on the ground, his clothes torn and tattered, his body covered in wounds.

"Ten moves have arrived, stop!"

Just like a wood carving, Guan Dexchun finally spoke, "Average combat ability, always missing opportunities."

"Though your resistance to blows could use some work, you passed the assessment. Tomorrow you can report to the outer courtyard."

"That's great, thank you, teacher!"

A look of ecstasy spread across Gao Feng's swollen face, as if in this moment even the pain in his body was forgotten. He hurriedly bowed to Guan Dechun in gratitude.

After expressing his heartfelt gratitude, he left amidst envious gazes, overjoyed and finally realizing his lifelong dream of entering Cangfeng Academy.

The other students, however, were not in such a good mood. Their spirits grew heavier and heavier. They had seen Wei Ping's ruthlessness with their own eyes just now and didn't know if they could even last ten moves.

"Next, Li Qiang."

Under Guan Dechun's order, the second student went on stage with a pained expression.

As expected, Li Qiang's outcome was no better than Gao Feng's. He was immediately sent flying by Wei Ping's palm strike, followed by a torrential onslaught of punches and kicks.

By the time ten moves had passed, he was sporting a black eye and bruises all over his body. He even spat out a mouthful of blood.

The third student took the stage. Due to only having the cultivation level of the Foundation Establishment period, he was directly knocked unconscious by Wei Ping with a slap. Not only did he suffer serious injuries, but he also failed this assessment.

As the assessment continued, the other students became increasingly terrified. Each person who took the stage met with a terrible fate.rn everything around it to ash at any moment.Behind him followed over a hundred clansmen, the vast majority being men, with only a dozen or so female cultivators.But regardless of whether they were ma...