"As expected, he is a lightning genius. He can punch 530 punches with one punch!"
"Of course, the thunder type physique is the rarest, and only one of them has been produced in decades."
"But speaking of it, Borta and Zhao Lin are strong enough, only a little bit worse..."
Basang punched with the highest power. Although everyone was amazed, they were not as shocked as before.
The reason is very simple. Basan and Borta have long been famous. Everyone knows that the two are superior in strength and their strength is the best among all the masters. They have already expected it.
However, Zhao Lin was almost unknown outside Dai Viet. He suddenly emerged from the middle and became a blockbuster. He was only twenty years old. It was an accident within an accident.
One of Xiuzhao's elders sighed: "Young people today are really amazing. In that court meeting back then, I was able to win the first place with a punch of 440. Today, I can't even make it into the top five." .”
Another elder also echoed: "Who says it's not the case! In the past, it was rare to see a person with a punch power of 500, but there are three of them this time. They are really formidable!"
While everyone was filled with emotion, more than twenty disciples in the field continued to test their boxing power.
The process was uneventful and there was no one who stood out in particular.
There is only one small episode.
The last person to appear was a disciple of Weizi named Bukan. He walked to the Eight-Legged Cauldron with steady steps, stretched out his hand to measure, suddenly frowned, and retreated along the way he came.
Then he stepped forward, then retreated... He repeated this three times, but still refused to hit the target.
"Does this guy have obsessive-compulsive disorder?"
Zhao Lin looked around and recognized this person as the disciple who had repeatedly unbuttoned and buttoned his shirt in the stands before, and wiped his sweat with a white handkerchief.
Obsessive-compulsive disorder is an anxiety disorder. People want to pursue perfection in everything and often get entangled in meaningless trivial matters, thus forming fixed actions.
For example, when washing your hands, you must start from the fingertips and continue washing to the wrists. If the order is reversed or interrupted in the middle, you have to start over. This is often time-consuming and painful.
In his previous life, Zhao Lin had a classmate who was like this, so he had some understanding of obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Bukan's subsequent performance also confirmed this speculation.
I saw him clenching his fists and mumbling words as he walked, as if he was talking about something.
Zhao Lin raised his ears and listened to Bu Kan muttering to himself: "Eight steps, no more or less. When punching, cross your right leg, so that you can hit the highest punch power."
"You can't make a mistake, you can't make a step wrong..."
Some people in the crowd were whispering, some were laughing secretly, and even the elders couldn't stand it anymore.
Elder Gao Yun, a martial artist, coughed and said impatiently: "Stop dawdling, hit the target quickly, there are so many people waiting for you!"
"yes."
Bukan responded hurriedly, hesitated for a while, finally found the right step, and punched twice in succession.
"Weizi, Bukan, has a fist strength of three hundred and sixty-two."
Bukan felt relieved and took out a white handkerchief from his arms to wipe his sweat...
After the boxing strength test was completed, several members of the Lotus Sect were busy for a while, sorting out the rankings.
Basang, Zhao Lin, and Borta are ranked in the top three, with boxing power above 520, and are in a league of their own.
The next five, McQueen, Li Taiqing, He Liancheng, Mu Heli, and Su Mu, have boxing powers between 420 and 450, and can be regarded as the second level.
The boxing power of the ninth to sixteenth place is concentrated around 390, and Dai Viet's Huang Guanglie, Xiao Jin, and Yao Chong are also among them.
The largest number of people were around 300 punching power, and there were many people with exactly the same punching power.
In this case, just compare the level of the other punch. If it's still the same, you can only rely on drawing lots to decide who is in front and who is behind.
While the rankings were being copied, Zhao Lin stood aside and watched, silently calculating in his mind.
"I am the second seed, so qualifying from the group is not a big problem. According to the rules of the martial arts tournament, my previous opponents in the knockout round are ranked 31st and 15th in terms of boxing power."
"Basang is the No. 1 seed, Borta is the No. 3 seed, and Muheli is the No. 7 seed."
"If everything goes well, I will play against Mu Li in the eighth round, against Bolta in the semifinals, and if I reach the final, my opponent will be Bassan."
"Pay close attention to these three people!"
The director copied ten copies of the rankings and sent them to each stand, and at the same time read them out loud.
After hearing this, some of the people in the stands were smiling, while others were gloomy. It could be said that everyone was happy and worried at the same time.
Next is the group draw.
The martial arts tournament was arranged very tightly, with only four days in total.
In addition to checking bone age and testing boxing strength on the first day, the first and second round group competitions are also held on this day.
On the second day, thirty-two goes into sixteen, and sixteen goes into eight.
On the third day, eight into four, four into two.
The fourth day, the decisive battle.
"Elders, who from your country will come up to draw lots?"
The Lotus Sect walked to the Dai Viet Stand and asked.
"Master Lu, please."
The two heads of Liyang Sect and Zhennan Sect said at the same time.
Xingyun Sect performed well today, and his disciple Zhao Lin stole the show, so he should naturally receive this honor.
"Then you're welcome, Mr. Lu."
Lu Chaohuan stood up and rubbed his palms, "I hope I can get a lucky draw."
A steward came out of each of the five stands and walked to the west side of the school field to draw lots.
In front of the five masters, the practitioners placed the wooden plaques with the names of the disciples on the table and lined them up in order from high to low according to their punch strength.
Take the first thirty-two wooden cards and put them into the wooden box marked A; take the next thirty-two wooden cards and put them into the wooden box marked B...
In this way, put one hundred and sixty wooden cards into five wooden boxes A, B, C, D and E.
The five masters took turns to come forward, and each took out a wooden sign from the five wooden boxes and handed it to the boss. The five disciples on the wooden sign formed a group.
"The first group, Zhou Yin, Qian Xiangzong, Nu Jin, Jiang Qu, Zhebie."
Record what you are doing and read it out loud.
The disciples looked on nervously, hoping that they could be assigned to a weaker group.
Only Basan, Bolta, McQueen and others looked relaxed. They believed that they had absolute strength and didn't mind who they were grouped with.
When they reached the fifth group, Xing Xing read: "Zhao Lin, Yi Rihao, Huang Zuxing..."
Upon hearing Yi Rihao's name, Zhao Lin immediately looked towards the Weizi disciples and saw a stout man with a red face looking over with raised eyebrows.
According to the information provided by the leader, Yi Rihao is a disciple of the Weizi Flame Sect.
"Fire Flame Sect!"
Zhao Lin pursed his lips and sneered in his heart.
He is still brooding over the last assassination attempt by members of the Lieyan Sect, and has made up his mind that he will never hold back once he encounters one of his disciples.
In less than a quarter of an hour, the draw was over.
The executive will make five copies of the grouping results and hand them over to the five heads.
At this time, Elder Ruan of the Lotus Sect came over and said to the five heads and disciples: "Everyone, please go back first and take a short rest. Then we will start competing in groups!"
(End of chapter)
