Pirate Love System

The assessment started less than ten minutes ago.

The news that Nosha broke the elite camp speed test record in recent years by more than doubling the speed of the second place in the same batch has spread like wildfire throughout the training ground.

Some people are amazed by it, and some people admire it endlessly.

——Some people were stunned for a long time, finding it difficult to accept.

For example, Shiliu.

"I heard that the total runway is only 1,200 meters, but you beat Rossi and the others by 800 meters?"

On the strength assessment field, Xiliu, who had the same turn as Nuo Xia, looked at him sideways with a cigarette in his mouth, and his tone was sour, as if he had two kilograms of lemons:

"You haven't slept for more than a week, haven't you? You've been at the training ground every day, and you're still so strong now?"

"good."

Nuo Xia curled his lips. He was also a little depressed. He had obviously tried his best to contain it and ran away, but he accidentally failed to hold it down at the end. In the end, he still fell short and created a scene that shocked others...

Forget it, if you can't keep a low profile, then you might as well stop being low-key at all.

Let’s go all out on the remaining test items.

At the strength assessment venue, there are more than a dozen people queuing up at the moment. Nuo Xia and Xi Liu are relatively far back. At the front, there is a huge machine that is completely black and looks a bit like a slot machine.

I heard that it was a gadget created by the scientists under Vegapunk at the headquarters' scientific research institute a few years ago.

In the middle of the machine, there is a slightly sunken place. If you punch there, the scale above will jump up and display a series of numerical evaluations, which can accurately determine the strength level of the students.

It's simple and crude, much more convenient than running.

"Baruch, 450, B file!"

"Xia, 630, S file!"

"Kawakawa Hidema, 519, A file!"

Instructor Brandon was still in charge of the strength assessment. At 1.73 meters tall, he was not as tall as the machine. He had to stand on tiptoe to see clearly the display on the top scale.

"Next, Shiliu!"

"It's your turn."

Nuo Xia patted Xi Liu on the shoulder and said sincerely:

"Although your tone is unflattering, as a good brother, I will still sincerely wish you good results. Come on."

"You fart every day, have you ever said a word of truth in your mouth?"

Xi Liu snorted coldly and walked to the machine with a cigarette in his mouth.

He rolled up his sleeves, poured all his strength into his right arm, then gave a sudden roar and punched out.

Boom!

The entire machine trembled slightly at this moment, and a rather gorgeous number popped up on the scale.

"777, S gear!"

Brandon stood on tiptoe and took a look, nodded with satisfaction, and said with a smile while writing in the record book:

"Not bad, Xiliu, you have improved a lot compared to last time. Keep up the good work."

"generally."

Shiliu exhaled a puff of smoke and returned to the queue with a calm expression.

This number is slightly different from what he expected, but it was just over 600 when tested two months ago, so it has indeed improved a lot.

"Next, Noxia!"

Is it my turn?

Under the attention of everyone around him, Nuo Xia came to the machine, but did not take action immediately. Instead, he stared at the scale in a daze for a while, then suddenly turned his head and asked:

"Mr. Brandon, if you accidentally break the machine, you don't need me to compensate you, right?"

Such a high-tech gadget looks very expensive at first glance. I'm afraid it won't cost tens of millions of dollars.

With his monthly allowance of more than 20,000 beli, who knows how many years it will take to repay it.

"Break it?"

Brandon looked at him strangely and couldn't help but laugh:

"What are you thinking about? The upper limit of this machine's measurement is at least 2,000. I have tried it several times myself, but I have never been able to measure how high the upper limit can be, let alone break it... You, don't worry about it."

"What if?"

"Go, go, there are so many eventualities?" Brandon touched his shiny forehead and waved his hand with great enthusiasm, "If it really gets damaged, I'll pay for it at worst!"

Huh? So generous?

Nuo Xia looked at him silently and decided to restrain his strength a little, otherwise he would really hit the machine with one punch, which would be a disservice to this kind-hearted instructor.

"The upper limit is at least two thousand, right..."

He turned around and faced the machine quietly.

"Then using 70% to 80% strength, we should be able to barely reach this number."

Be calm and focused.

Immediately he clenched his fists, without saying a word, and suddenly blasted forward.

Boom!

There was a dull loud noise from inside the machine, and the entire machine shook left and right, and then there was no movement.

As expected of something produced by our scientific research institute, it neither exploded nor fell, and is still safe and sound.

Nuo Xia lowered his head, glanced at his right fist, felt ashamed in his heart, and began to reflect on whether he had expanded too much.

——Why did you have such arrogant thoughts before, thinking that you can break through the measurement limit and destroy the machine with one punch?

People, after all, you still have to stay humble.

"Um?"

At this time, Brandon stood on tiptoes, glanced at the numbers on the scale, scratched his hair, and said with a confused expression, "What a coincidence, why is it also 777, the same number as Shiliu?"

Eh?

Nuo Xia's heart skipped a beat, and she began to have a vague premonition of something bad.

"That shouldn't be the case. Logically speaking, I think your strength, Noxia, should be a little higher..."

Brandon bit his pen and muttered. Before he finished speaking, he suddenly frowned and the tip of his nose hunched, "What does it smell like?"

I turned around and saw thick black smoke starting to rise from the top of the dial at some point...

The faint burnt smell began to spread around, and more and more people smelled it and cast surprised glances.

Snap.

The pen fell from the corner of his mouth, and Brandon seemed to have turned into a sculpture, staying in place unable to move. Meanwhile, Nuo Xia, who was beside him, smiled and walked away silently...

…………

After that comes the six-type assessment.

Lan feet, shaved, pointing gun, iron block, paper painting, moon steps.

Except for the lack of practice with the finger gun, which made her slightly inferior, Nuo Xia performed impeccably in all the other five categories and won the first place in each category.

The same is true for gun shooting and swordsmanship assessments.

The latter actually has some twists and turns.

According to the rules set by Zefa, the swordsmanship assessment adopts the format of a ring battle. Two pairs practice together. If the point is hit, the winner will be considered as being knocked out of the ring. The winner will advance to the next round.

In this way, sixteen will advance to eight, and eight will advance to four... The one who can stand at the end of the ring will naturally be the first in each event.

The previous opponents were not difficult for Nuo Xia. He almost used all kinds of instant kill gestures to pass through and reach the finals strongly.

Only the final battle between the champion and Xiliu was quite time-consuming and laborious. The two fought fiercely for more than half an hour before the winner was finally decided. The more skilled Nuo Xia won the crown.

throne.

The main reason why it took so long was because Nuo Xia controlled his power and speed to a level similar to that of Shiliu.

After all, in his opinion, this kind of event should be a pure swordsmanship competition. If he and his friends compete in swordsmanship and "break through all the methods with one force", "Fortunately, I am better".

...then it would be meaningless if it were true.

Shiliu obviously understood this, so he didn't think about anything else during the whole process, focusing on his swordsmanship. The fight was hearty and joyful, and he was not unwilling to lose. He was convinced.

However, at the end of the game, after seeing Shia running all the way to bring towels and water, I couldn't help but sigh to the sky. She leaned against the barbed wire fence and smoked twenty-three cigars silently.

Twelve sticks were drawn into the lungs, and ten were given to the wind.

There was another one, which made Rosinandi next to him choke until his eyes became sore and tears flowed down his face.

…

It was around two or three o'clock in the afternoon.

Most of the projects have been tested, and Nuoxia, which won first place in all, leads the way with an absolute advantage. It has been one step ahead and has firmly booked the first place in this assessment.

At first, everyone was amazed by his monster-level performance, but gradually, everyone got used to it, or became numb, and felt that even if this guy took over all the remaining projects later, it would not be surprising.

But, soon... they discovered how wrong their thinking was.

The reason is also very simple.

——The last test of Nuoxia is endurance.

The rules of the endurance test are also very simple.

All recruits will run in batches on a circular track of more than 2,000 meters, carrying a weight of 100 kilograms for non-stop long-distance running. The instructor will be responsible for recording the number of laps throughout the process.

If someone is unable to stop, or if the speed is slower than the minimum requirement, the assessment will be terminated, and the current number of laps will be the basis for the final ranking.

Under the warm sunlight.

Brandon, who had just sent the machine to the research institute for repair, was tired and tired, lying on the bench and continued to work on his job.

There was a scoreboard beside him. Whenever a recruit ran past him, he would weakly stretch out his hand, turn over the square wooden sign on the scoreboard, and write down the corresponding numbers in a small notebook.

It has to be said that after a year of training, the recruits in the elite battalion have become physically stronger than ordinary people.

In such a arduous test, most people can persist in running more than thirty or forty laps, and the best among them can even reach more than fifty laps.

"This is a project that is easy to supervise."

Brandon picked up the ice-cold orange juice next to him, took a sip, and showed a contented expression for the first time in a long time, "Just sit here and look through the brands. Don't worry about whether the machine will be punched by the little monster disguised as a human."

…”

"Good afternoon, Mr. Brandon!"

Before he finished speaking, the monster in his mouth greeted him warmly and trotted past with a grin on his face.

He had obviously been carrying a hundred kilograms of weight and had run forty or fifty laps, but he was still in high spirits, as if nothing had happened.

"..."

Brandon looked at the other person's retreating back, always feeling as if he had overlooked something.

But after a while, he shook his head, picked up the orange juice again, and sipped it carelessly.

Hey, the endurance test is just running with weights, and there is no equipment, so what do you have to worry about?

——No matter how monster that kid is, can he still run and trample the runway under his feet?

If this really happened, even if Brandon wiped the other person's butt a few more times, he would have nothing to say and just accept his fate.

Time passed little by little.

The first batch of recruits to undergo the endurance test had already finished their run and collapsed on the side to rest.

The new batches of recruits who joined later also began to show signs of fatigue. More and more people couldn't bear it, and fewer and fewer people still insisted on running on the track.

Brandon's work became easier and easier. He lay comfortably on the bench and hummed a tune. It would take a minute or two before he would move his fingers, flip through the signs and record the people running by.

Number of recruit circles.

"It's already past five o'clock, right?"

He looked at the flaming clouds on the horizon and the sunset that was about to set, and couldn't help but look forward to it. "After recording the laps of the last batch of recruits, we can go to the restaurant to eat."

Brandon is undoubtedly a dedicated person. In terms of professionalism, there is a huge difference between him and a well-known fisherman.

But after a busy and tiring day, and missing lunch because he had to deliver the machine, his stomach was already empty.

It is inevitable that the body is still on the training ground, but the only thing left in the mind is the food in the restaurant.

Hold on, Brandon, persistence is victory!

He touched his empty belly and told himself secretly that as long as he gritted his teeth and stayed up for another half an hour, he would be able to finish today's work and have a steaming dinner!

But, at this moment.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Brandon!"

A familiar voice came from his ears. Brandon turned his head in surprise and saw Nuosha wiping his sweat with a towel, laughing and waving to him, and ran past.

"I forgot to count, please help me see, how many laps are there now?"