Zheng Haotian was slightly startled, and he quickly said: "Master, General Xu has given me special permission to conduct the assessment. If you don't believe me, you might as well send someone to ask and we'll find out."
The sergeant leader shook his head and said: "I'm not saying that you are not qualified to take the test, but I am saying that you don't need to take the test." As he said this, he took a pen and wrote a few words on the voucher and said: "You can go now.
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Zheng Haotian scratched his scalp and took a look at the voucher. It read: "Strongest, exempt from the exam." These four characters were written on it.
He blinked twice and said, "Am I exempt from the exam?"
The sergeant leader said in a friendly manner: "Yes, take your weapons and go."
Zheng Haotian responded in confusion. He turned his head and glanced around. Unexpectedly, although the eyes of everyone around him had envy that could not be concealed, no one showed the slightest bit of dissatisfaction.
Se, seemed to have calmly accepted his exemption from the exam.
He turned around and put the voucher away.
Although he didn't understand why he received such preferential treatment, since he had the benefits, he certainly wouldn't ask for trouble again.
When he came to the mace, he leaned down and picked up the weapon. The terrifying huge weapon was even a bit longer than his man, but when he held it in his hand, it was like carrying a weapon.
The embroidery needle is just average and has no feeling at all.
Everyone nearby gasped, and they secretly thought in their hearts that this little guy was really born with strange powers.
Zheng Haotian rolled up the mace with a tree vine, put it on his back, and left the camp with long strides. Among the three tests, the strength test was undoubtedly the easiest and fastest.
It takes little effort.
He walked leisurely, followed the signs, and soon came to the last assessment item.
Weapon combat is the most dangerous event in all assessments, and it is also one of the most popular. Anyone who has strong confidence in their own force will basically choose weapon combat or bare-handed combat. Only in these two
Only by achieving good results in one item can you attract the attention of big families as much as possible.
When Zheng Haotian arrived, nineteen people were already waiting under the ring in the playground.
The rules of weapon battle are simpler. Twenty people draw lots at the same time, and there are ten arenas in total. Those who draw the same number will compete on the same arena. The winner is the king, and the loser is the bandit.
This kind of competition has a great relationship with luck. If you are unlucky and encounter an extremely powerful opponent, no matter how good your martial arts skills are, you may lose. Similarly, if your luck is excellent and you get a bad opponent,
, then even people with average martial arts skills can pass.
Of course, if the strength of the two people fighting in the ring is too poor and they cannot compete on the stage, then the examiner has the right to personally test.
However, the chance of this happening is not high. Anyone who has the confidence to come here must have two brushes in his hand. No one wants to come here to become a stepping stone for others, and no one wants to humiliate themselves in public.
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Seeing the voucher handed over by Zheng Haotian, the examiner's eyes lit up and he said loudly: "Twenty people are here, you can draw lots."
Just as Zheng Haotian was about to step forward, he suddenly felt a ray of hot eyes staring over him. His heart trembled, and he turned around to look, and couldn't help but be startled.
As the saying goes, enemies often meet on a narrow road, and among these nineteen people, the man who originally fought against Yu Weihua and lost was actually among them.
At this time, he was looking at himself with a pair of eyes as vicious as a poisonous snake.
Zheng Haotian frowned slightly. He was naturally not afraid of this person, but no one would feel comfortable being stared at like this.
The man stepped forward quickly and came to Zheng Haotian's side. He lowered his voice and said, "You and that stupid big guy are the same family. Humph, you'd better pray not to meet me, otherwise I will make you suffer for the rest of your life."
I can never stand up."
Zheng Haotian's face darkened and he said: "Weihua just let you off the hook, but you are so ungrateful..."
"Grateful ass." The man said sternly: "I have been practicing hard for more than ten years for today, but I was screwed up by that stupid big guy. You guys deserve to be cramped and skinned, and you will die a good death."
Zheng Haotian's eyes flashed, he snorted, looked at him with disdain and ridicule, turned around and left, never paying attention to this person again.
This person's heart is so vicious. He has been training hard for more than ten years, and Yu Weihua is not the same. In today's competition in the ring, God knows which opponent he will encounter. If he deliberately trains because of the opponent's hard work,
Losing is the real unreasonable thing.
If it were outside the military camp, Zheng Haotian might give the other party a severe lesson, but here he would not dare to act recklessly.
And to deal with this guy who is like a mad dog, when you can't take action, the best way is to ignore it.
The man was indeed very angry, and there was a trace of indescribable malice in his eyes. However, this man did not lose his mind and knew that he must not do anything without reason here. Otherwise, it would be provoking the rule of the city lord, which would
He was ruthlessly wiped out by the soldiers here.
He suppressed the resentment in his heart and slowly stepped forward to draw lots.
Zheng Haotian randomly picked out a piece of white paper from the designated wooden box, spread it out and saw a big word in black on a white background.
"Nine."
Without saying a word, he handed the piece of paper to the sergeant in charge, then retreated to the rear and waited slowly.
For him, it doesn't make any difference no matter what kind of opponent he encounters, because apart from him, there can no longer be a second hunter who will come here to compete.
"On the first stage, Mr. Wang versus Mr. Xu."
"On the second stage, someone Zhang versus someone He."
"Arena No. 3..."
"…………"
"Arena No. 9, Zheng Haotian versus Peng Jiabao."
"Arena No. 10,..."
Zheng Haotian strode towards the ninth ring with rapid strides. His steps were steady and powerful. Although he was the shortest among all the people, the deep and dignified aura released from him made people feel at ease.
I don’t dare to have the slightest bit of contempt.
However, the moment Zheng Haotian came to the ninth stage, his expression suddenly became quite strange.
At this time, the opponent standing in front of the ring with him was actually a young man who was defeated by Yu Weihua, but harbored resentment towards them.
Neither party expected that they would actually hit each other, and there was an indescribable weird look in their eyes.
However, just a moment later, Peng Jiabao's face showed a look of surprise that could not be concealed. He chuckled and said: "Hey, it's really an eye-opener for God. I was worrying about how I could repay that stupid guy for giving me
Such humiliation, I didn’t expect that the opportunity would come to my door so soon.”
Zheng Haotian laughed dumbly and said: "Your Excellency, you are so loud. We haven't fought yet, and we don't know who will win and who will lose."
The corners of Peng Jiabao's mouth were slightly cracked, and his young face was filled with a ferocious and terrifying expression at this moment.
"Don't worry, I will play slowly. You'd better not give in too early, otherwise I will be very disappointed." He turned around, came to the ring, put his hands on his waist, and immediately took out two Qiboru
Paper dagger.
Among weapons, weapons that are too long or too short are not easy to use. But if someone is holding such a weapon, he must be extremely careful when facing the enemy.
Because one inch is long and one is strong, and one inch is short and one is dangerous, the use of these two extreme weapons will definitely require special techniques. If one is not handled properly, the consequences will be unimaginable.
After seeing Peng Jiabao's dual-sword weapons, Zheng Haotian finally felt a little more solemn.
This person's personality is quite a match for such a cruel and vicious Qimen weapon.
However, with Zheng Haotian's current strength, as long as this person has not advanced to become a hunter, there is absolutely no way he can be his enemy, so he just glanced at him and the fluctuations in his eyes completely calmed down.
He walked slowly onto the ring and gave a slight salute to the supervising sergeant.
The sergeant glanced at their certificates, then looked at Peng Jiabao, who seemed to be dissatisfied with a murderous expression on his face. He couldn't help but frown slightly and said: "Zheng Haotian, you have passed three levels, this one is considered
Even if you give up and get the title of hunter, do you still want to fight him?"
Zheng Haotian looked deeply at Peng Jiabao, who looked resentful. If he were facing other people, he might choose to give up when he was 100% able to become a hunter.
After all, for Zheng Haotian, what he pursues is not a hunter, but a qualified hunter.
However, when he saw Peng Jiabao's face, the thought of giving up in his heart immediately completely disappeared.
"Master Jun, I have decided to participate in the competition, please allow me." He bowed slightly and said calmly.
The sergeant shook his head slightly. He took a step back and said: "Both of you, as the saying goes, swords have no eyes. In weapons battles in the past, the probability of casualties or death is the highest. Before the competition, please think carefully. In addition, the competition
After the fight begins, if one party voluntarily admits defeat, the winner cannot continue to pursue, otherwise he will be directly declared a loser, do you understand?"
Zheng Haotian and Peng Jiabao nodded in agreement at the same time. Although Peng Jiabao was gloomy, under such circumstances, he did not dare to be rude to the sergeant responsible for supervising the battle.
The sergeant took a step back again and said, "Get ready."
Peng Jiabao held the two knives, with a trace of extremely excited bloodthirsty in his eyes.
However, his eyes became suspicious and solemn the next moment.
Because he saw, Zheng Haotian actually tore off the vine straps on his body and took the mace behind his back in his hand.
For a time, countless thoughts surged into Peng Jiabao's heart.
Could it be that this mace is real? And he plans to use this heavy weapon to fight against himself...
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