Wei Wen stood in front of the boxing target, his feet suddenly exerted force, his body turned slightly, and powerful force burst out from his waist and hips.
Wei Wen's fist seemed to be an arrow shot from the full moon bow, with an afterimage.
"Peng"
Wei Wen's fist hit the target directly, and then he looked at the display screen - "2088kg"
Wei Wen's punching speed was extremely fast and seemed to be far faster than that of a would-be martial artist. Wu Tong was very surprised.
But when his eyes fell on the display screen of the boxing strength testing machine, he was still a little stunned when he saw this line of numbers.
Then Wu Tong couldn't help but stare at Wei Wen, as if Wei Wen had changed from a monster to a normal one.
Jiang Nian looked at Wei Wen's results and his old face turned into a blooming chrysanthemum with a bright smile.
Unexpectedly, in the district martial arts gym he was responsible for, there was actually a student who scored more than 2000kg in this assessment.
This would reward the martial arts gym's contribution, which made him extremely excited.
"How about it? Lao Ma, you don't have such a genius in the North Postal District, do you?"
"Look at my Yi'an District, this is my strength!"
Just before Wei Wen's test, the director of the Beipiao District Martial Arts School teased him, but Jiang Nian, who was in a good mood, immediately hit back hard.
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The 9 people quickly accepted the 'boxing strength test', and only one of these 9 people was unlucky.
He only weighed 892kg per punch, just shy of the qualifying line, so he was eliminated.
There were only 8 people left for the speed test in the next level.
"Wei Wen, why did you suddenly become so powerful?" On the way to the speed test, Luo Feng was surprised by the strength of his best friend.
If Luo Feng remembered correctly, Wei Wen seemed to be only a quasi-martial artist last time.
Unexpectedly, one punch now reaches a terrifying 2088 kilograms. This improvement is really shocking.
"Haha, madman, you are not the same." Wei Wen looked at Luo Feng with a half-smile.
Although the strength of a warrior 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 would-be martial artist is a boxing strength of 900kg.
In terms of speed, the qualifying line for would-be warriors is 25m/s.
In terms of physical reaction speed, one must also pass the junior warrior level.
Only when these three aspects are met can one pass the 'Quasi Warrior Assessment' and proceed to the next round of actual combat assessment.
If there had not been any emergencies in the last examination room, Luo Feng would have practiced step by step, and it would probably have taken another year to meet the assessment standards for a quasi-martial artist.
"Stuck!" Chief instructor Wu Tong came to the speed tester and turned on the switch.
"Come one by one, in the opposite order as before. The first one is Yang Wu." Chief Instructor Wu Tong ordered.
Wei Wen was the first to test his punching power before, but he was the last to test his speed this time.
But when it was Wei Wen's turn for the test, everyone's eyes turned to him. After all, in terms of boxing power alone, he was definitely number one this time.
Wei Wen adjusted his breathing slightly and started running.
Unlike Yang Wu who used brute force to pass the level before, Wei Wen ran very easily. This was his skill in micro-level movement.
Even though Wei Wen was a little relaxed when running, it didn't mean that he was slow.
On the contrary, his figure is extremely flexible and he runs like a gust of wind. He is obviously faster than several people tested before.
When Wei Wen stopped, his score was already displayed on the speed tester - '51.8m/s'!
"The speed is very good, and it looks quite comprehensive." Chief Instructor Wu Tong smiled and nodded.
Judging from Wei Wen's results, his speed clearly exceeded the standard of the same strength.
In fact, Wu Tong did not notice Wei Wen's movement skills, but the silver-haired and black-robed man behind Wu Tong shrank his pupils.
"This is..." The silver-haired and black-robed man took a breath of cold air, "Enter the micro-level body technique?!"
Entering the micro-level movement technique, this is generally a movement technique that can only be understood by warrior-level warriors.
Wei Wen's strength is comparable to that of ordinary mid-level warriors. The most important thing is that he is very young.
But Wei Wen actually understood the micro-level movement technique, which was what really shocked him.
While his face was solemn, there was also a hint of curiosity.
He also wanted to know how Wei Wen got to this point after more than ten years of training?
Tests on punching strength and speed were carried out one after another. One person was eliminated in the boxing strength test and two were eliminated in the speed test.
Now there are only 6 people left to participate in the third 'nervous reaction speed assessment'.
"Follow me." Wu Tong led a group of warriors, as well as the remaining five people taking the assessment, to the 'nervous response test room' connected to the martial arts training hall.
This is a spacious room of about one hundred square meters.
Of course, compared with the previous super-large martial arts training hall of thousands of square meters, this neural response testing room is obviously much smaller.
I saw a tall valuable instrument placed on the ground. At the front of the instrument were holes that shot out one after another like six-barreled Gatling guns.
However, there are many more holes than Gatling guns, there are dozens of holes.
"The first one, Wei Wen." Chief Instructor Wu Tong said.
Wei Wen immediately walked to the front of the test machine gun, within a circle with a diameter of three meters and six meters.
"Da!" The switch is turned on.
The edge of the three-meter-six-meter-diameter circle immediately emitted a misty red light upward.
For a moment, the tester in the circle seemed to be surrounded by a misty red gauze.
"Remember, no matter what, you cannot leave the circle. Once you leave the circle, you will fail. If your body touches the red light, points will be deducted."
After Chief Instructor Wu Tong finished speaking, he walked to the neural response testing machine and pressed several buttons to adjust the intensity of the test.
This intensity is also divided into many levels. The lowest level is for the assessment of intermediate students, and the highest level... is for the top warriors to test and train.
"Start!" The chief instructor pressed the red button.
"Du~~du~~"
The huge muzzle of the neural response testing machine began to rotate, and dozens of muzzles in the muzzle emitted streams of red light almost instantly.
The speed may be fast or slow, and even the flight path is not parallel at all. It is very chaotic, and it quickly shoots into the red circle.
"Not bad." Wei Wen nodded calmly.
Although he was extremely confident, he also adjusted his mentality instantly.
At this moment, Wei Wen, who was dodging in the circle, seemed to be strolling in the courtyard, his movements as easy as flowing clouds and flowing water.
Every step he takes is small, and his dodges are also small.
But his body was able to avoid the bullets one by one accurately and pass through the cracks in the bullet stream.
"This young man is good. His reaction speed seems to be even better."
"It's very fast, my body skills are very good, and my foundation is very solid."
"You see, he does not lose his center of gravity every time he moves his body, and he can change direction instantly. Everything is under his control."
"This kind of movement technique... can't achieve such a solid foundation even after decades of hard work." All the warriors present were amazed.
They were surprised by Wei Wen's reaction speed, but what they didn't know was that the movement skills used by Wei Wen were at the subtle level.
