The fist hit the force measuring platform violently. There was not much expression on the young man's face, but there was expectation and anxiety in his heart...
In the nine years since I came to the mountain, I have participated in the inner disciple examination countless times, but every time I have failed, it is still unknown whether I can pass smoothly this time.
There are tens of thousands of Huayun Sect disciples, but only those with outstanding overall strength can pass the inner sect examination. Only by becoming an inner sect disciple can one truly enter the martial arts door. He doesn't want to be just a handyman anymore.
Outer disciple.
The inner sect assessment is divided into three stages. The first step is the vitality test, the second step is the strength test, and the third step is the actual combat test. Each period is limited to three months. Anyone who feels capable of passing the assessment can sign up to participate.
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"Strength, eight hundred and fifty-seven pounds, Qin Yang! Passed!" Next to the force measuring platform, a middle-aged man looked at the value displayed on it and gave the young man a calm look.
After the vitality test, the young man was worried. After seven years of assessment, he got stuck on the strength test every time. When the outer sect elder shouted that he had passed, his anxious heart was finally relieved, and the worry on his face turned to joy.
"Qin Yang actually passed the strength test. Haha, trash Qin finally impressed us."
"Tch! What a surprise, nine years! It took him nine years on the mountain to pass the strength test. This kind of qualification... Hehe! The name of Waste Qin really belongs to him."
"But I admire his perseverance. If I couldn't pass the exam after nine years, I would have given up long ago."
"Perseverance alone is useless. In martial arts, perseverance alone is useless. Even if he passes the strength test, so what? Do you think he can pass the final actual combat test? It's a joke."
"Nine years, Zhang Chong has only been on the mountain for two years and he has the strength to pass the assessment. There is a huge difference between this person and other people. There is no comparison between trash and genius."
Hearing the gossip of some young men not far away, the joy that had just appeared on Qin Yang's face faded away. He turned to look at the young men with disdain and contempt, and quietly clenched his fist, his fingertips almost
It fell into the palm of my hand, and I felt a slight pain...
He has been a member of the Huayun Sect for nine years, and in the third year he began to take part in the inner disciple examination. Qin Yang took part in almost every time, but failed every time, so he got the nickname Waste Qin, which was ridiculed by others.
No!
He is not willing to give in!
Who wants to be called a waste!
He did not want!
Pursuing martial arts not only relies on perseverance, but there is something more important that prevents him from giving up on the assessment of inner disciples.
He has never forgotten his mother's expectant eyes before leaving. He knows how high her expectations are for him. He has never forgotten that his missing father needs him to find him, whether he lives or dies. It is not just for him to die.
His father's love is to help his mother get over her longing and heartbreak. He hopes to see his mother's smile and hopes that the family can be reunited one day.
He never saw his father again after he was three years old, but his father's love was always engraved in his memory. He could not forget the joy of riding a big horse when he was a child, nor could he forget the warmth of the family together.
However, everything has changed since my father disappeared. My mother smiles less and sheds tears alone, but she still has to pretend to be strong in front of him and tell him that she will see him again.
Whenever he heard other people privately cursing his mother as a "lost star" or a "broom star", Qin Yang's heart would feel cramped again and again.
So, nine years! For the whole nine years, he has been working hard, choosing to endure even the harshest words, hoping that one day he can become an inner disciple, become stronger step by step, and find his father back.
For the sake of his missing father, his heartbroken mother, and for himself, he must persevere, no matter how difficult the road ahead is.
"Next, Zhang Chong!" Just when Qin Yang was silent, the middle-aged man next to the force measuring platform called out the next person's name.
Zhang Chong walked to the force measuring platform and saluted the middle-aged man, then moved his eyes to Qin Yang who stepped aside, with a proud smile on his lips.
The two are two extremes. Zhang Chong came to the mountain late, but his performance in all aspects is far superior to Qin Yang. One is a genius among the outer disciples, and the other is a "waste Qin" who has failed many times.
Seeing Zhang Chong's proud and provocative eyes, Qin Yang showed a faint threat, but he felt very uncomfortable in his heart. Who would feel better after enduring so many years of rolling eyes? After all, he was only a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old.
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One punch landed and Zhang Chong retreated.
"Strength, nine hundred and seventy-five pounds, Zhang Chong, passed!" A satisfied smile appeared on the face of the middle-aged man who had been calm just now.
You must know that the strength of inner disciples in the assessment is almost in the range of 800 to 900 kilograms, but Zhang Chong's punch hit nearly a thousand kilograms, and he seemed to have some reservations, which naturally made him very satisfied.
"Zhang Chong is indeed very powerful. He is worthy of being a disciple with high qualifications in recent years."
"Well, I thought that Waste Qin would be able to feel proud this time, but now it seems that he is still a bit behind Zhang Chonglai."
"Nonsense, it seems that this is Zhang Chong's second time taking the assessment. If he hadn't made a mistake the first time, he would have become an inner disciple long ago, Qin Yang? Haha, are they comparable?"
"Hey! This is normal. Zhang Chong's family background is not comparable to that of you and me. I'm afraid he got a lot of training before he went to the mountain. What can people like us with no background do? Qin Yang can persist until now on his own.
, and passed the strength assessment, which is already very good.”
The man who spoke was actually telling the truth, but his words made the other teenagers feel contempt and they all stayed away. They leaned towards Zhang Chong and began to flatter him.
Qin Yang's passing was still met with disdain and ridicule, but Zhang Chong's passing was met with cheers, for which he could only smile bitterly.
Next, the whole morning was a test of strength. No less than 500 disciples took part in the assessment, but less than 50 people passed the two assessments. This shows how difficult the assessment is.
"If you fail the assessment, don't be discouraged. The journey of a warrior does not happen overnight. Keep working hard. If you pass, don't be proud. Continue to prepare for the assessment in the afternoon."
Following the middle-aged man's words, the disciples gathered around the practice ground whispered and dispersed. The disciples who failed the test were all dejected.
"Qin Yang, wait."
Just as he was about to leave, Zhang Chong's voice came from behind him. Qin Yang turned to look at him and said calmly: "Is something wrong?"
Zhang Chong smiled and said, "It's nothing. I hope you can pass the assessment smoothly this afternoon. Only by becoming an inner disciple can you learn true martial arts. After all, you have been on the mountain for nine years."
These seemingly encouraging words were so harsh to Qin Yang's ears, especially the last sentence, "After all, you have been on the mountain for nine years," which made him feel panicked.
"Thanks for the reminder." Qin Yang nodded slightly and left slowly, disappearing into the crowd, his figure looking a little lonely.
Looking at the retreating figure, Zhang Chong's smile became even brighter, but a young man next to him snorted: "I think his reputation as a useless Qin must be maintained."
"It's just that compared to Brother Chong, that kid is nothing."
"Brother Chong, when you become an inner disciple, don't forget about our brothers."
Zhang Chong looked at the teenagers with a smile. He was born in a big family and was used to being flattered, but he also liked this feeling.
"of course not."
Qin Yang, who was walking on the road, did not notice that a pair of eyes had been watching him since the test yesterday. Especially during the assessment, he was full of expectations and worries. He was also very happy when he saw that he had successfully passed the two assessments.
few.
"Brother Yangyang, keep working hard!" The girl in the corner grabbed her fist and whispered.
In the afternoon, the last assessment began.
The last assessment is actual combat, that is, the disciples participating in the assessment will meet an inner disciple, and the two have a competition. Not only must they absolutely defeat the opponent, but they must at least perform outstandingly to pass the assessment.
bump!
A figure flew out backwards. When he fell, his face was pale, and his forehead was covered with sweat. When he heard the word "failure", he got up and stood up to the crowd with a sad expression.
Boom!
Another person was knocked away, and the inner disciple looked at him arrogantly: "Go back and practice for another two years, you are not qualified yet."
"You!" The man looked ugly and weak, but he couldn't find the words to refute.
The disciples who participated in the assessment were constantly defeated, and in most of the afternoon only seven or eight successfully passed. Those who passed the assessment were full of joy, while those who failed were in low spirits.
Qin Yang and Zhang Chong are the last two.
"Qin Yang, come on stage and test!"
"Yes!" Qin Yang responded. Just as he moved, Zhang Chong's voice came from behind him: "Qin Yang, the inner disciples are all very strong, so be careful."
His brows furrowed slightly, then relaxed again. Qin Yang didn't have too many expressions, so how could he not hear what Zhang Chong meant.
"please!"
"please!"
The outer disciples said that those who are more direct are just handymen, and those with better relationships are better assigned. Qin Yang has been chopping firewood for nine years. It is obviously impossible to say that he has good attack skills. However, he has watched many assessments over the years and accumulated a certain amount of knowledge.
Based on my experience, the initial attack was not very strong.
"Interesting!" After dodging a punch, the inner disciple punched it and said with a smile, "But you still can't pass with this alone."
Looking at the fist coming towards him, Qin Yang's heart tightened. The inner disciples were indeed different, their reaction speed and punching were too fast.
Fortunately, Qin Yang's private practice was not bad. He was embarrassed when he tried to avoid it, but he still managed to avoid it, but the opponent's big palm was approaching again.
"Defeat!"
Phew~
Qin Yang did not dodge this slap. He took a few steps and knelt on the ground with one knee. His chest hurt. He wanted to stand up again, but his feet were trembling. He felt uncomfortable after receiving the slap.
"Let's go back."
"No!" Qin Yang shouted low, suddenly ejected into the air, raised his fist and hit it, but unfortunately at the moment of contact, he flew out again and fell to the ground.
"In the actual combat assessment, Qin Yang failed!"
fail!
Another failure!
"You see, Waste Qin failed again. It seems that he can't get rid of this title."
"If I were him, he would leave in despair. It would be really embarrassing."
"Forget it, let's just watch Zhang Chong. I hope it can bring us excitement!"
Qin Yang, who fell to the ground, felt extremely heavy in his heart. He gritted his teeth several times as he looked at the people talking gossip, stood up and saluted his opponent, and stepped aside with a gloomy expression.
"Zhang Chong, come on stage to test."
"yes!"
Standing on the stage, Zhang Chong glanced at Qin Yang who had a bad look on his face, cupped his fists towards his opponent, put down his hands and sprinted quickly. Before the opponent could react, he punched him with one punch. With a bang, the two fists collided.
, but the one who flew out was the inner disciple in charge of the assessment.
Defeating the inner disciples so quickly caused silence on the scene, and the smile on the middle-aged man's face became a little wider.
"Practical assessment, Zhang Chong, passed!"
As soon as the middle-aged man spoke, the surrounding area started to boil.
"In my opinion, Zhang Chong will have greater achievements in the future and will become a top figure among the inner disciples."
"Of course, Brother Chong is the most powerful. What did I just say? Waste Qin is still a waste Qin, and he is not at the same level as Brother Chong."
The assessment was over. Qin Yang did not stay any longer, nor did he pay attention to those people's rumors. He disappeared into the crowd alone, carrying that loneliness with him.
"Qin Yang!"
Turning to look at Zhang Chong who was walking over, Qin Yang's pupils shrank and he said indifferently: "Congratulations!"
"Thank you!" Zhang Chong smiled lightly, shrugged and continued: "Actually, you are not bad, but you are just a bit unlucky. It's okay. You will still have a chance to take the test in three months."
"Hopefully!" Qin Yang breathed a sigh of relief and turned to leave. Little did he know that Zhang Chong came to ridicule him on purpose.
"Trash, what qualifications do you have to be with Dandan? What the hell." Zhang Chong said disdainfully, his voice was neither loud nor quiet, and it just happened to reach Qin Yang's ears, making him shocked again.
The girl who was there also heard these words. Her pretty cheeks were not very pretty. She glanced at Qin Yang who was far away. After hesitating, she finally did not follow her. She knew that going at this time would only make Qin Yang feel uncomfortable.
It's mercy.
"ah!"
On the edge of the cliff, Qin Yang shouted out the unhappiness in his heart, stretched out his hand and tightly grasped the dark broken sword, and said bitterly: "Do you think I should not choose this path?"
After venting his anger, he conveniently put the broken sword into his waist. Qin Yang left slowly. At this moment, the broken sword on his waist emitted a faint light and quickly disappeared.