"Beep!" The elevator came to the ninth floor.

Wow!

When the elevator door opened, what came into view was a large martial arts training hall. There were already more than a dozen people gathered in the martial arts training hall, and they looked like instructors at first glance.

"We are here, stop chatting." The middle-aged man who led Qinhao up said, and more than a dozen people in the martial arts hall turned to look at them.

"Get ready for the test." The leading middle-aged man ordered.

"Come here one by one, give me your ID card first." Someone came out immediately, took the ID card from Qinhao and the others, and slid it on the open instrument next to it.

Toot!

A crystal-like transparent screen popped up on the instrument, and a large amount of personal information appeared on the screen.

"The first one is Che Sheng." The leading middle-aged man said indifferently.

At this time, two people were chatting out of sight, watching Qinhao and the others' tests through the transparent window.

"There is a boxing strength test. You guys who are from the army also come to my extreme martial arts gym to take the test. It's interesting."

The majestic man in military uniform said: "Haha, your Extreme Martial Arts School was founded by the strongest man in the world. There are various martial arts schools all over the world. The assessment of the Extreme Martial Arts School is credible and has high gold content. Take the assessment results and put them in the

It is recognized in all countries and regions around the world. The number of warriors who come here every month is always the largest, so why don’t I bring two little brats here to open their eyes!"

......

"Test your punching strength."

"Yes."

The bearded man immediately took a step forward, and then his eyes widened. His right fist drew an arc and hit the giant boxing target. The target only trembled slightly. Numbers immediately appeared on the screen of the boxing strength testing machine.

――976kg.

"Pass, next one, Du Zhijun." Slide the second ID card over the instrument at will.

"908kg, passed."

"You're so lucky, just enough!"

When Che Sheng saw Du Zhijun's achievements, he said sarcastically.

"Then don't worry about it. If you pass it, you'll pass it. You should worry about the neurological response test that will start later."

"Quiet."

"Next, Zhao Qing."

"Here!"

Zhao Qing responded, trotted forward, stood in front of the boxing target, and measured the target a few times, as if he was looking for accuracy.

"Hurry up!"

"Yes!"

The next moment, Zhao Qing leaned back, then lunged forward, slamming his right fist onto the target.

"901kg, passed!"

Zhao Qing was a bit tricky, he used his body's strength, but the instructors didn't care about it. Being good at using everything is the quality that a warrior should have.

"Hey, Uncle Bai, the young talents this year are all pretty good. We have already passed 3 in a row."

"Haha, okay, this weight is definitely not comparable to your two young generals."

"Qin Wanru!"

"Here!"

The heroic Qin Wanru whom I had seen before stood in front of the boxing target.

He let out a sweet shout, and his fist made a series of strokes in the air. With a "bang", his delicate fist hit the boxing target.

"1101kg"

"Okay."

"Not bad."

Many of the warriors present immediately started praising him.

"It's a good candidate. Well, passed!" The instructor casually took another ID card and slid it over the instrument, "Next, Qingfeng."

"Arrived!"

At this time, a young man wearing a military uniform stood in front of the boxing target.

After standing still, his spine was like a bow. The next moment, he hit the boxing target with a "bang" sound. The speed was so fast that all the candidates exclaimed.

"1633kg!"

"Wow, the power of this punch is already approaching that of an intermediate soldier."

"It's amazing. Isn't this a warrior who has come to take the assessment?"

"Impossible."

"That's it, you're stupid. Become a warrior earlier, enjoy the benefits earlier, and take the exam later. What's the point? Just to pretend during the assessment, give up the real benefits?"

"That's right."

"This punching power should have been tested a long time ago. Why wait until now?"

"If you ask me, if I ask who went, I guess I missed it."

"Haha, how about it, Uncle Bai, my subordinates are okay."

"It's a good seedling. If I'm not mistaken, it should have taken a lot of effort."

"You saw it. This kid is lucky. He was a spiritual master who just awakened not long ago, and his strength has grown by leaps and bounds to reach this point."

"Next, Wu Ma!"

A dark-skinned young man stood up and came to the boxing target.

Raise your hand and hit it on the boxing target.

"2173kg"

"Oh my god, how did this guy do it? It's by the standards of an intermediate soldier."

"General Zhou, what is this?"

"Not long ago, a child picked up by his subordinates in the wild has been living in the wilderness, among monsters."

"It's really rare to see."

"Who says it's not..."

Soon, people came up one after another, and most of them passed the test. Only a few people looked depressed and failed the test.

"Qinhao!"

"Coming."

When Qinhao heard his name being called, he trotted over to the boxing target.

"Qinhao, right? If you don't want to be disqualified from the exam, you'd better be more serious."

These words appeared quietly in his spirit.

"Huh? Is that the old man?"

Thinking in his heart, with a calm face, he trotted to the boxing target, raised his hand and flexed his fingers to knock it, which made the instructor next to him twitch his eyes.

"Are you knocking on the door?"

But the next moment, the numbers on the boxing target made him twitch even more, and the scene was also quiet.

Zhao Qing stuttered a little: "I, I read it right, 5000kg? High, senior soldier?"

"Nima, has the world changed? I can understand junior warriors taking part in the quasi-warrior assessment, and I can reluctantly persuade myself to accept intermediate warriors."

"Senior warriors are here to take part in the quasi-martial arts assessment. Are you making trouble with me?"

"Is this fake? The boxing machine is malfunctioning."

The instructor was no longer calm at this time. He hurriedly called for the staff to come over and check the machine.

He said to Qinhao: "This examinee, please wait a moment. I'll ask you to take the test again."

Qinhao stood there doing everything he could.

But I was thinking in my heart: "Should I stop a little bit, look at their expressions, they look like they've seen a ghost."

"I haven't exerted my strength yet, and my mental power has not been used yet."

"Okay, please do it again."

Qinhao stood in front of the boxing target, took a deep breath, exhaled and said, "Drink!" With a buzzing sound in the air, Qinhao hit the boxing target.

“2389kg!”

"Let me tell you, the machine must have malfunctioned just now. How could there be 5,000kg."

"Who says it's not the case? It seems that the machines in the Extreme Club are a bit old and should be replaced."

"No, who gave you the confidence to make you, a group of people who can't even weigh 1,000kg, disdain someone's punching power of more than 2,000kg?

The young man named Wuma also took a deep look at Qinhao, who was standing lazily.

Having been associated with monsters for many years, his intuition is very keen.

He could feel that Qinhao was a dangerous person, extremely dangerous.

It is impossible to make a single move against him.

He only experienced this feeling from those lord-level monsters deep in the wilderness.

"He is a lord, uh, no, he is the God of War?"

Qinhao didn't know that the people not far away at this moment already regarded him as the powerful God of War.

Qinhao was the last one to complete the boxing strength test, and the twenty-one people who passed came to the speed tester.

"Stuck!" The instructor turned on the switch.

"Come one by one, the first one is Che Sheng."

Che Sheng took a deep breath. As Du Zhijun said, speed and reaction speed are his weaknesses.

He has been here nearly ten times for the assessment of a would-be martial artist. Either he failed in the speed test or in the neurological reaction.

Testing begins.

"Boom!"

Che Sheng pedaled on the ground and made a deep sound. His powerful arm swings and powerful pedaling quickly accelerated his speed to his limit, and the veins on his forehead popped out.

"You must pass!" When he crossed the finish line, he tilted his head and looked at the tester and roared.

"Haha, good luck, I crossed the line." Du Zhijun applauded.

Display——‘25.0m/s’.

"Phew, it's so dangerous." He smiled happily to himself. If the condition was a little worse, the speed might not reach 25 meters per second, and it would fail again.

"Yeah, passed! Next one."

Personnel were tested one by one. It is worth mentioning that the Wuma from the military ran at 47m/s.

Soon we arrived at Qinhao.

"Qinhao."

"Coming."

Seeing Qinhao appear on the stage, everyone looked at him intently. After the explosive punch test before, they were all curious about his speed.

It is definitely possible to pass, but I don’t know if it will also reach the level of an intermediate combat soldier.

You know, the speed of the witch horse has also reached the level of an intermediate warrior.

They had unknowingly compared the two.

Qinhao pretended to jump up and down, moved his body, and looked serious.

Under the watchful eyes of Wuma and others.

Whoosh!

As soon as he exerted force, it was like a leopard suddenly jumped out, extremely fast, and passed directly through the speed test area with a strong wind.

It can be seen with the naked eye that his speed is obviously higher than the previous witch horse.

"A boring game."

Turning around, I saw everyone’s mouths hanging open.

The screen displays - "58.6m/s"

"The speed is very good. It is much higher than the intermediate soldiers." The instructor nodded and smiled at him.

After completing the tests of punching strength and speed, at this moment, only 18 people can take the third and final "nerve reaction speed assessment".

Come to the neural response testing room connected to the martial arts training hall.

This is a spacious room of about one hundred square meters.

I saw a tall valuable instrument placed on the ground. At the front of the instrument was a hole shot out one by one like a six-barreled Gatling gun. However, there were many more holes than Gatling guns.

Ten cave entrances.

"The first one, Che Sheng."

The bearded man immediately walked directly in front of the test machine's gun muzzle, within a circle with a diameter of three meters and six meters.

"Da!" as soon as the switch is turned on.

The edge of the circle with a diameter of 3.6 meters immediately emitted a misty red light upwards. For a moment, the tester in the circle seemed to be surrounded by a misty red gauze.

"Remember, no matter what, you cannot leave the circle. Once you leave the circle, you will be deemed a failure. If your body touches the red light, points will be deducted." After the instructor finished speaking, he walked to the nerve response testing machine and pressed

Press several buttons to adjust the intensity of the test. There are also many levels of intensity.

The first thing to wait for is the assessment for intermediate students.

And the most advanced ones... those are tested and trained by the top warriors.

"Start!" Press the red button.

"Beep~~Beep~~" The huge muzzle of the neural response test machine began to rotate. Dozens of muzzles in the muzzle burst out red lights almost instantly. The speeds were fast and slow, and even the flight path was completely different.

It's not parallel, it's very confusing. It quickly shoots into the red circle.

I saw the bearded man, his eyes fixed on the front, his body rapidly flashing back and forth, passing through the gaps between some red bullets.

"Puff! Puff!" was shot twice in succession.

However, these 'bullets' are all rubber-tipped, have very little power, are not very fast, and do not hurt when they hit people.

Time passes minute by minute.

The bearded man tried his best to dodge among them, and soon the time was up to one minute.

"Woo~~" After pressing the button, the muzzle of the test machine quickly decelerated and stopped rotating, and a large amount of data appeared on the central screen.

"In 60 seconds, I was hit 63 times and touched the red light three times. I failed and was eliminated!" He threw out his ID card to the bearded man.

"Just a little bit." The bearded man gritted his teeth, shook his head and walked out of the red circle.
Chapter completed!