My Achievements are a bit Abstract

From now on, more and more hidden geniuses are ready to show their talents.

At this point, there are not many weaklings left, and they must rely on strength to continue. In particular, Hanxia is so big, the world is so big, and there are so many talents. There are so many candidates participating in the martial arts exam this time, and there must be all kinds of geniuses.

"Fortunately, I have fulfilled my mission and entered this level at the last moment. It's stable. This time, I must be on the list of national competitions."

In the exclusive training room, the mature and steady boy opened his eyes, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes, like purple air coming from the east, with an innate sense of oppression.

He looked at the data displayed on the instrument and nodded slightly.

If a second person happened to see the data displayed on it at this moment, he would definitely be shocked.

Sun Glory Level!

He looked at his own data and showed a confident smile: "The martial arts exam is the sun, who can reach it? Who can match it?"

This time, he will definitely become the most watched new star! No one can compete with him!

"I will protect our glory."

In the middle of the sea, the young man stood on the sea with a sword in his hand, wearing combat uniform.

The sea water under his feet had been dyed red by scarlet blood, and the whole sea area exuded a pungent bloody smell. The huge corpse of the sea beast had been split in half and drifted with the sea water.

On his ear, there was a wireless satellite phone headset!

Squeak--

A burst of electric current sounded, and the voice of speaking sounded in the headset.

"Is it solved?"

"It has been solved successfully." The young man said: "Where is the next coordinate?"

"Southwest side, twelve nautical miles."

"Okay." The young man nodded.

"Are you going to leave the team after completing these tasks?" The radio was silent for a moment and asked.

"Well, there is no way. My ultimate goal is still Tsinghua, Peking University and Wuhan University in Shangjing." The boy said silently: "I need to see a wider world."

"That's right. You are so young, but you have the strength of the peak of Silver Moon level. You are already the strongest in the B-rated team. You really need a wider sky."

"No need to be like this. This is not a farewell."

"Go quickly."

"Okay." The boy nodded.

He pressed the button of the radio headset, jumped up, and jumped onto a small boat not far away.

And the combat uniform he was wearing was printed with the logo of the Spiritual Martial Association!

Boom--

The violent spiritual energy gushed out from him, pushing the boat to cut a gully on the sea at a very high speed, and rushed forward like a bullet.

In Shangjing, the big iron gate of a certain station of Zhentian Division slowly opened, and the boy took off his uniform and walked out of the station freely.

The shoulder straps on his cloak carried the rank of captain.

But his face was still childish.

"Martial arts exam." He looked at the sky silently and left this last sentence with a smile.

Similar scenes are happening all over the country.

Their goals are the same, and they all have the same dream.

In order to realize this ambition in their hearts, they are willing to bet everything they have.

Especially, as the latest generation and the most advanced people in the Lingwu era.

They think they are not inferior to anyone!

Any talent has strong self-confidence, broad ambitions, and they are vigorous.

Those who are not arrogant and conceited cannot be considered young people, let alone those who can be called geniuses.

They are willing to compete with talents from all over the world to see who is the one who is at the forefront.

And these people have ambitions in their hearts, and naturally do not think they are inferior to anyone. Therefore, while they are looking forward to the next martial arts exam, they also have the same idea.

That is, all those players who attracted a lot of attention from the outside world in the first round of martial arts exams.

The evaluation of each of them is surprisingly consistent.

That is, not as good as one of them!

Especially the one called Yuan Ye.

Yuan Ye's identity as a national player was exposed early, and naturally attracted countless attention.

The outside world has different views on Yuan Ye.

Some will admire and envy him, because these players have a deep understanding of themselves and can clearly realize that they are not as good as Yuan Ye, so naturally they have no mentality to compete.

Some will be jealous and disdainful, thinking that this person is not worthy of the name.

But more are unconvinced.

A newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger, not to mention that we are in an era of talent explosion.

These people have the same idea.

Yuan Ye is not as good as himself!

But more are players from other countries.

At this moment, Xinhai, in a suite of a five-star hotel.

Several black and white teenagers are resting in the room.

One of the white teenagers, with a dazzling golden hair on his head, is said to be very sophisticated and even a little noble. He is sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed elegantly. His appearance can be called handsome, but he also has the beauty of a Western sunny boy.

Opposite the white teenager is an old gentleman who looks mature and steady, explaining something.

"In this team competition, there are several teams you need to pay attention to. One of them, you must be extra careful and pay attention to. You must not slack off in the slightest. We have rated it as extremely dangerous."

"Is it Yuan Ye's team?" The white boy asked, knocking on the table slowly.

"Yeah." The old gentleman nodded.

"Sneak!"

The sneer came from the black boy next to him. He had dreadlocks, was wearing a trendy brand, and was holding a crooked self-rolled cigarette, except that the tobacco inside seemed to be green. He was playing games with a controller.

There was a strong disdain in his eyes: "Damn~, teacher, you are too serious, M3? Just a few qing chong M3, what threat can they pose to us M3, shit~, I am afraid that I will use too much force and accidentally beat them to death M3, I can only say that it is better not to meet us, otherwise I will let them see what is called Onekon's big dick ha! My nigga!"

"Enough! Onekon!" The old gentleman scolded: "Change your character! And, throw away the thing in your mouth! You know this is Hanxia! This is a taboo in this country! Don't be caught with braids before the game! Don't make trouble!"

"All right! I shut up!" The black youth quickly stretched out his hand to say hello, but even if he said so, after he turned his head, his eyes could still be seen with great disdain: "f*ck! stupid shark!"

"Okay teacher, don't be angry with him, we will be careful." The white youth smiled.

"Okay, Farah is more sensible." The old gentleman's brows relaxed a little: "I know you are all members of Sun Glory, but this Yuan Ye is a national player of Hanxia, ​​he must not be weak, you must be careful." (End of this chapter)