From the Perfect World

Four hundred and ninety-five qualified and unqualified

Sensing someone watching him, Luo Feng looked along the source of his line of sight and saw Lin Yang in the rest area.

He waved his hand to say hello, and said with a smile, "Lu Yuan, you're here too."

"I didn't expect to meet you here, what a coincidence."

Lin Yang also stood up and waved in response.

A long-haired middle-aged man beside Luo Feng also looked in the direction of the rest area, and asked in surprise, "Madman, are there any acquaintances of yours among the students in this assessment?"

This is Wu Tong, the chief instructor of the Yangzhou City Extreme Guild Hall, because Luo Feng has the strength of a warrior in just a few months, so he looks at Luo Feng with admiration.

"Well, my friend and alumni from the extreme martial arts gym in Yi'an District used to have terrible fighting skills."

Luo Feng introduced Lin Yang's identity to Wu Tong and several instructors at the Limit Club.

His words aroused the curiosity of several people. An instructor with an inch head smiled and said: "The combat skills can be praised by a 'lunatic' like you, so as long as the physical fitness meets the minimum standard, becoming a warrior is a certainty."

Although the strength of warriors in this era is judged by actual combat, there are still rigid standards for whether one can become a quasi-martial artist.

In terms of strength, the qualifying line for a quasi-martial artist is 900 kilograms.

In terms of speed, the quasi-martial artist passes the 100-meter line in four seconds.

Only when these two aspects are up to standard, can one pass the 'Assessment of Prospective Warriors' and proceed to the next round of actual combat assessment.

After passing the actual combat assessment, he can be said to be a real warrior, free to go out into the wild and hunt monsters.

Luo Feng nodded in agreement when he heard the words, and had the same opinion as the inch-cut instructor.

If it wasn't for the fact that his physical fitness had not improved a lot after each burst of mental power knocked him unconscious, Luo Feng estimated that it would be around this time next year if he practiced step by step to make his physical fitness meet the assessment standards for a quasi-warrior.

Half an hour passed quickly, and five minutes before the start of the assessment, another candidate for the assessment arrived.

This is a disciple of a martial arts family.

Because the founder of Xtreme Martial Arts is the world's number one powerhouse 'Hong', so even if the major forces hold quasi-martial artist assessments, the gold content is still slightly inferior to that of Xtreme Martial Arts, so some family children will choose Come to Xtreme Martial Arts Hall for assessment.

"Alright, the afternoon assessment begins."

Chief instructor Wu Tong checked his watch, stepped forward and spoke.

Luo Feng stood in the crowd and made a 'come on' gesture towards Lin Yang.

"Lu Yuan."

Wu Tong found the one submitted by Lin Yang from the identity certificates of the ten examiners.

Several assessors in the rest area looked at Lin Yang in astonishment. They all knew that the normal assessment sequence was in the order of submitting their identity certificates. Lin Yang, who arrived ninth, should be the ninth to conduct the assessment. .

"Is it because I knew that warrior?"

Someone thought of the previous conversation between Luo Feng and Lin Yang.

Hearing Wu Tong read his name, Lin Yang came out of the rest area and came to a boxing test machine next to Wu Tong.

"The first item is to test the strength of the fist."

Wu Tong glanced at Lin Yang indifferently, without any fluctuation in his eyes.

With a glance at the thoughts of several examiners, it was because of Luo Feng that he was the first to call out Lin Yang for the test.

"good."

Lin Yang punched casually and hit the bullseye of the punch tester.

"boom!"

A muffled sound came out, and the fist trembled slightly.

A line of numbers immediately appeared on the screen above the boxing strength testing machine:

1024kg.

On November 7th, his boxing strength reached 900 kilograms, but because he missed the assessment time, he practiced his genetic primordial power for more than 20 days before he came to participate in this assessment.

"good."

Wu Tong nodded slightly, revealing a smile.

At this age, he has a boxing strength of 1024 kg, which can already be regarded as a genius, and the core members of the big family who have been cultivated since childhood are no more than that.

What made him even more admirable was that he punched with such a level of punch effortlessly and effortlessly.

This shows that the strength of the limit is much higher than this value.

Among the many instructors on one side, some people also saw this and were amazed.

"Lao Jiang, you Yi'an district only had a 'lunatic' a few months ago, is it possible that another genius will emerge this time? Tsk tsk tsk, it's really a place of geomantic omen."

A fat old man sighed.

Luo Feng smiled when he heard this, shook his head and remained silent.

Jiang Nian, the instructor in Yi'an District, laughed loudly. He said, "Anyway, I will give me another credit this time."

The instructors of the extreme martial arts gyms in David City in Yangzhou City will be rewarded by the main hall for cultivating geniuses. Even if they are not cultivated by themselves, as long as they are listed under the name of the extreme martial arts gyms in each district, they can get a lot of rewards.

They didn't know that Lin Yang's seemingly easy punch was already done with all his strength in his normal state, and only when he had the level of control over his body could he burst out with all his strength in an instant.

Even after a normal warrior on this planet broke out with all his strength once, he couldn't make a second full blow in a short period of time, which didn't exist for Lin Yang.

Lin Yang can easily perform the "continuous explosion" skill of martial arts masters in the alchemy world more than 30 times, and then his strength will decline slightly.

"Next, Chu Ming."

After Wu Tong finished speaking, he looked at Lin Yang and said, "Wait aside for a while, after the fist strength test is over, the speed test will be carried out uniformly."

Lin Yang walked aside without saying a word.

Chu Ming is a young man in his twenties. After he gave Lin Yang a complicated look, he came to the boxing strength testing machine.

"boom!"

A number appeared on the screen of the fist test machine:

889kg.

"It's only eleven kilograms."

Looking at the numbers on the screen, Chu Ming's face suddenly turned pale.

"Again."

Wu Tong opened his mouth lightly.

"Thank you, Chief Instructor!"

Chu Ming said excitedly, this time he has sworn that he will become a quasi-warrior, if he fails, he will be ridiculed when he goes back.

"Huh? Have the assessment rules changed this time? Isn't it usual that if you fail once, you will be eliminated?"

The family disciple who arrived last was very puzzled.

The few remaining people who were preparing for the assessment looked at each other and made a guess.

"call."

Chu Ming took a deep breath, throwing away all the complicated emotions in his mind.

He took a horse stance, exerted force on his legs, and the force flowed through his whole body, and finally twisted his waist and exerted force, his right fist was like a cannonball thrown out, and he hit it hard.

"boom!"

912kg.

"Qualified, next one, Wang Lin."

Wu Tong read out the third name.

"920kg... Passed."

"..."

"893kg... unqualified."

"Why, the second one has two chances! I'm only seven kilograms short!"

The family disciple who arrived last spoke indignantly.

"No reason."

Wu Tong said coldly.

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