When he didn't open the door first, but turned around and locked the compartment door behind him, a professor couldn't hold back his anger and laughed.
"How cautious he is."
Raising your hand to lock the back door first, you can still maintain your composure in extreme situations, which is a very good performance.
After that, everyone saw how Wei Curcuma quickly and unceremoniously packed all the weapons on the table into his arms, then pulled out a knife and opened the door directly.
This sword was really accurate and cruel to the extreme. What was even more valuable was that after cutting this sword, he let go without any hesitation and pulled out another sword with his backhand.
"Obviously, he was mentally prepared for the follow-up actions from the beginning and was not foolhardy."
A professor looked at the paused scene with emotion, his tone more appreciative.
"It's rare to see freshmen who can be so calm."
To be honest, most of the old students present, those from the Department of Media and Film and Television, if they think about it carefully, they would not be able to do the same as Wei Shu.
Movements, understanding, physical strength, soul pressure, and magic can all be cultivated and gradually become stronger, but this kind of calmness and indifference in treating an abnormality like killing three chickens can only be attributed to talent.
"That's what he does!"
Although no one said it, everyone in the admissions office already had the same idea.
"So strong..."
I don't know which sophomore student was muttering to himself in a low voice, but everyone who was looking at the screen in a trance didn't say anything to refute.
Indeed, it is a bit ridiculously strong.
The final test is divided into two stages. The first stage is to introduce real low-level anomalies, create a place to face them directly, and observe the candidates' reactions and behaviors.
This time the examination room is the K0001 train. Each candidate is given two special weapons with a very small amount of mithril and Orha steel on the blades. The shapes are based on the swords of the Eastern Kingdom and the Yan Kingdom of the Han Dynasty. One-handed long sword, suitable for actual combat.
Insiders call them "scalpels" and they are the most commonly used weapons and equipment for suppressing anomalies.
There is also an alchemy revolver with six special bullets made of red refining inside, which can cause fatal damage to low-level anomalies.
The second stage is the cognitive interference stage, which allows the candidates who passed the first stage to become abnormal in each other's eyes and fight with each other. This stage is also the rarest, because few people in the past exams have been able to reach the second stage.
But this time it was different, not only did it happen, but there were multiple battles.
The final decisive battle took place on the platform in the north, and everyone held their breath because they knew that the two freshmen this time might show results that exceeded their expectations.
One is a special recruit. Killing anomalies in the first stage is like killing a few chickens. The other is the undisputed number one in ordinary recruitment. He awakened his soul pressure on the platform and fought off the tide of anomalies.
The first place in Group B is Wei Curcuma; the first place in Group A is Li Shengruo.
To be honest, everyone present had this idea in mind.
I want to see it, I want to see the result after the two of them collide.
Want to know who is stronger.
At some point, everyone had put down what they were doing, because all the candidates' screens had turned into black and white snowflake screens, and all the professors and students looked up and stared at the last lit screen.
The two-meter-tall figure walked through the entrance of the information control room with his head lowered without attracting any attention. There were countless scars on his arm resting on the door frame.
"Hello, do you have a backup of your previous information? I'd like to take a look."
His voice was a little hoarse, as if he was not used to talking often. The students he asked turned their heads in confusion and looked at who suddenly asked him this question. I wonder if the information backup is confidential...
But when he turned his head, he only saw a figure that looked like a mountain. The red-haired man with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes stood there quietly, casually hanging the black headphones around his neck.
"The red-haired... hero?"
He was stunned on the spot. In other words, anyone who saw the legendary hero in the textbook standing behind him would have the same reaction.
"Just call me Gu Wen. I'm from the Beijing Class of 2008. You can also call me senior."
"Oh...oh! Hello, Senior Gu! The video data is here."
There are very few people who are still active today, such as those with great supernatural powers, the pinnacle of the mysterious world, those who bear the title of hero, and... they are my old seniors.
Gu Wen patted the flattered junior on the shoulder, sat down in front of the computer and began to quickly browse through the previous video materials.
"Gu Wen, you really pay attention to that little guy."
Lu Fusu wandered up behind him at some point and read the information with Gu Wen.
"Mr. Fusu."
Gu Wen greeted him with great respect, and the latter waved his hand indifferently, signaling him not to stand up.
"At that time, it was you and Zhenjun who argued hard to keep Wei Curcuma alive."
Lu Fusu patted his shoulder encouragingly and gave him a thumbs up.
"Can you see anything from him?"
Gu Wen stared at the video of the first session and fell into deep thought.
"He...is not so much calm as he is accustomed to it, right?"
The hero stretched out his hand and pointed to the moment when Wei Curcuma opened the door and immediately chopped it down.
"No matter how calm he is, he cannot be prepared for a fight to the death before opening the door. He is obviously no stranger to this situation and knows what will be waiting for him after this."
"And I felt like he was angry."
"Sounds like you're new to school."
Lu Fusu scratched his head and tried to remember.
I wasn't Niao Feng back then, but a fifth-year college student who was about to graduate. Strictly speaking, the two of them should be considered the same generation?
Logically speaking, it would be difficult for him, a delinquent senior who had repeated a year, to hear about what happened to his freshman year. This was how it was in college. Two classes would be the limit, but he still remembered Gu Wen.
He can be described as a destructive record like a god of war, a terrifying will like steel, and a rage like fire.
It's so famous.
"Do you think Wei Curcuma will be the same as you?"
"It's hard to say, but I think he is better now than when I first entered school."
Gu Wen and Lu Fusu looked up at Wei Curcuma in the second stage together. He couldn't help but think of the night rain a few months ago, the gymnasium in the night rain, the young man whose body was broken and covered in blood, and the one who fell aside. Pure white form.
"Much better than when I first entered school."
The red-haired hero said this firmly, looking at Wei Curcuma's back on the screen.
He believes in him very much, so he looks forward to him in the future.
On the screen, the anomalies of pure black and pure white are about to collide.
