Supreme Wayseeker of Swallowed Star

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On the other side of the assessment site, there is a machine more than three meters high.

In front of the machine is a boxing target, which is a tester for testing the strength of fighters.

Noticing the movement in the speed test just now, the students who were queuing up for the assessment consciously stepped aside and let Xia Zhi go to the test first.

Standing in front of the boxing target of the tester, Jiang Tao swiped his citizen card, and a machine-synthesized sound came out of the tester.

"Xia Zhi, a student participating in the assessment, please hit the target ten times with all your strength, and the strength of each punch should not be less than 1,000 kilograms, otherwise you will fail the assessment."

The numerical value of punching force is not fixed, it is directly related to the physical strength of the warrior himself and the way of exerting force.

With the same physical strength, there is definitely a huge difference in the punching power of an ordinary person who has never practiced and a professional boxer!

Moreover, there is a huge difference between whether it is a full-strength strike with a desperate force, or whether it can be punched with this punch every time in a row.

The bottom line requirement for a martial artist's physical fitness is to reach a fist strength of 1,000 kilograms.

The quasi-warrior assessment requires ten punches in a row, and each punch is above the standard requirements to be considered qualified.

Standing in front of the fist target, Xia Zhi took a deep breath.

The standing figure's center of gravity sank, with the waist as the center, a strong force rose from the feet, and the back spine suddenly arched, like a big boa constrictor.

collapse! collapse! collapse!

Driven by the huge force, the big tendons in the body trembled a few times, making a sound like a bowstring vibrating from a bow and arrow.

A strong force passed through the arm, and the fist was like a bolt of lightning, hitting the target with a "bang" at a speed that ordinary people couldn't see clearly.

The punching target of the tester was hit almost parallel to the ground.

Then there was the continuous sound of fists colliding with the target.

Bang, bang, bang bang bang.

"3168 kg, 3089 kg, 3212 kg..."

"The ten punching strength tests are over, the average punching strength is 3128 kilograms, the assessment is passed, and the student's summer solstice test evaluation: excellent."

The electronic synthesis sound of the tester sounded, and the surrounding crowd was in an uproar again.

"What's the matter?" Li Qiang, who had just participated in the nerve reaction speed test, saw such a scene when he walked out of the test room.

He was still excited about passing the assessment and finally becoming a quasi-warrior. Looking at Xia Zhi who was surrounded by the crowd in front of the fist strength tester, he couldn't help feeling a shadow in his heart.

"What did this trash boy do?"

"The speed is fast, and the fist is so strong, this Xia Zhi is too good."

"Absolutely a genius, a super genius, I haven't heard of such a strong result in the quasi-warrior assessment."

Some older students who claimed to be experienced said to the people around them.

"Xia Zhi, that guy who picks up trash, his speed test is 48.2 m/s? His fist strength is 3128 kg?"

"How is it possible! These are all warrior-level physical fitness. It's only been a few days, how is it possible?"

Hearing the comments from the people around him, Li Qiang opened his mouth wide and stared at Xia Zhi in the crowd with his triangular eyes, showing an expression of disbelief.

At this time, a group of people walked in from the entrance of the hall, standing behind the crowd and looking at the scene in the assessment site at this moment.

One of them, a man in his fifties with slightly gray hair, was wearing a Tang suit, and looked at Xia Zhi in the middle of the crowd with interest.

"Old Xiang, your branch library has done well this time, and this is a good seed." The man in Tang suit smiled and said to the accompanying people.

Although his tone was gentle, he could still feel the strong aura of a superior person on the man.

"Director, I'm so grateful for the award. This is inseparable from the support of the headquarters."

Next to the man in Tang suit, a man in his thirties with a scar on his face responded with a smile.

His subconsciously slightly bowed body revealed his sincere respect for the man in Tang suit beside him. He was a little excited because of being praised, and the scars on his face were a little red.

If someone familiar in the martial arts hall sees it, they will definitely be shocked.

Because the man with the scar on his face is Xiang Zhonghua, the curator of the Yangzhou City Xtreme Martial Arts Branch.

His usual cold demeanor, combined with the slightly hideous scars on his face, even the most escaping students in the martial arts gym, are as obedient as a kitten in front of him.

But at this time, the curator, who was usually cold, showed such a side in front of the man in Tang suit, which made it clear that this must be a very important person.

"I have inspected several places for assessment. I didn't expect to meet a good seed here. You take this young man to test his nerve reaction speed. I will meet him alone after a while."

The man in Tang suit said to the curator next to him.

"Yes, Director. I'll arrange it right away."

He, who had never been spoken in such a tone by a supervisor, felt hot in his heart at this moment, and walked towards Xia Zhi in the crowd after speaking.

"Okay, continue the assessment." The curator walked into the crowd and said loudly to the students who were still discussing around.

"Yes, curator."

"Scatter quickly, the curator is here."

When the people around saw that their curator had arrived, they immediately dispersed. The instructors ordered the order again, and the assessment continued.

After receiving Xia Zhi's report card and glanced at it, the curator smiled at Xia Zhi: "Student Xia Zhi, your performance in the assessment is very good."

"Next, I'll take you to test your nerve response speed. Come with me after the assessment, someone wants to see you."

Hearing the curator's words, Xia Zhi's heart moved.

It seems that my performance is really like what the instructor said, and it has alarmed the big shots in the martial arts hall.

"Okay, curator."

After all, he followed him to the nervous reaction test room, and when he passed by Li Qiang, he looked at himself in disbelief with dull eyes.

Xia Zhi said coldly: "Get out of the way."

Li Qiang, who was still in a sluggish state, heard this commanding tone, but his consciousness did not react, and his body involuntarily stepped aside and stood aside.

After reacting, Li Qiang looked gloomy as Xia Zhi followed the curator to the nerve reaction speed test room, and was extremely annoyed by Xia Zhi's tone of command.

"I wish I had known that he was abolished at that time. How did this trash kid improve so quickly? No, I have to tell Westbrook after the assessment is over."

In the neurological reaction test room, Xia Zhi was the only person being assessed at this time, and several staff members were preparing the test equipment.

The curator stood aside, waited for the staff to signal, and said to Xia Zhi: "Okay, now stand in the circle."

"After starting the test in a while, remember, you must not touch the red light at the edge of the circle, otherwise it will fail."

Nodding, Xia Zhi didn't speak.

Go straight to the circle in the middle of the room and stand still.

As the test room was switched on, a hazy red light was emitted from the edge of the circle, making him feel like he was surrounded by a red tent.

Four tall instruments were placed on the ground outside the circle, and there were dozens of muzzles protruding from the front of each instrument.

"3, 2, 1. The test begins!"

With an order, the dozens of muzzles of the test instrument began to charge and spun crazily.

In an instant, dozens of muzzles fired red beams of light, and those were all red rubber bullets.

The speed of the bullets fired from dozens of muzzles varied from fast to slow, very chaotic, and shot towards Xia Zhi in the circle.

With his eyes fixed on the front, Xia Zhi's body quickly began to move, and his footsteps changed extremely quickly, driving his body to pass through the cracks of the lasing bullets.

As time went by, the bullets fired faster and faster, and ordinary people could no longer see the sequence, they could only see a red light swaying towards him.

On the large display screen outside the test room, a clear image showed the scene of the room at this time.

Some students and instructors who were watching the assessment were staring at the images on the screen.

"As expected of a genius, the speed punch is so strong, and the body's reaction speed is also very fast. It's almost 30 seconds, and I haven't let the bullet touch it once."

"You see, his center of gravity is very stable every time he dodges, and he can change direction instantly."

"This kind of agility cannot be achieved without ten years of hard work. I really don't know how I am only 18 years old."

Looking at Xia Zhi who was taking the test, the instructors and students watching outside were all discussing.

And Li Qiang was in a cold sweat, stomping his feet and walking out of the hall quickly.

"After the awakening of the Psychiatrist, the calculation level of the brain has been greatly improved. This feeling of perceiving everything and controlling everything is great."

Dodging the incoming bullets, the mental fluctuations emanating from his sea of ​​consciousness sensed everything around him.

As soon as each bullet leaves the muzzle, it already knows the next trajectory, speed and other information, so that it can quickly choose to evade.

As time went by, Xia Zhi felt as if he had a pair of heavenly eyes, controlling his surroundings, and his body naturally made the most reasonable changes.

He even felt that he could close his eyes at this moment, relying on perception to avoid everything.

This feeling obsessed him.

In his previous life, in order to improve his martial arts cultivation, he felt the cultivation between life and death.

Xia Zhi used to be a mercenary and went to war-torn areas to participate in the war.

Dodging bullets on the battlefield has never been as hearty as this time.

Yes, hearty!

"Woo--"

With the sound of the testing instrument, the rotating muzzle of the nerve response testing machine gradually slowed down and finally stopped.

A series of numbers began to appear on the screen on the instrument.

"Within 60 seconds, I was hit 0 times and did not touch the red light in the circle."

"Evaluation: Advanced fighter level excellent."

Seeing the results, the curator couldn't help smiling, and the scar on his face, which was already red, became even redder now.

"Go, Xia Zhi. Come with me to see the supervisor."

"The person who wants to see you this time is the head of the Jiangnan Base City Headquarters of our Wuguan."

"You have to seize this opportunity and speak respectfully later. That's one of the three giants in our entire Jiangnan City Ultimate Martial Art Museum." The curator urged.

"I will pay attention, curator." Xia Zhi nodded in agreement.

"The next step is to sign the contract. I don't know what kind of contract this executive, one of the Big Three, will give me?"