Woo!
The heavy sword slashed Tang Wen head-on with the sound of wind.
Tang Wen put his hands behind his back, moved his feet slightly, and stepped back a few meters like a flying bird.
The Zhanma Dao advanced and fought again, but Tang Wen bounced and dodged again.
One minute passed, five minutes passed, fifteen minutes passed.
Tang Wen never took out his hands.
He just moved his legs, sneaking around the man who was showing off his sword and sword, and ran around the place.
The opponent stopped, holding the hilt of his war saber on the ground, breathing heavily, and looked at Tang Wen with despair in his eyes.
Can't touch it!
You can't even touch it!
Tang Wen didn't take action, didn't block, and didn't even have a weapon in his hand.
Wandering around in the small circle at his feet, he held a two-meter-long machete in his hand. He had the advantage, but he couldn't even touch the corner of his opponent's clothes.
Tang Wen glanced at General Zhao.
The latter stopped the game with a complicated look on his face: "That's it! You're quite proficient in the swordsmanship technique, but your speed and explosive ability are lacking. Go back and practice hard."
"Thank you, General, for your advice." Zhan Ma Dao left dejectedly.
Looking at other surrounding venues, the selectors and leaders are all fighting back and forth.
He became even more upset.
Looking back, General Zhao said to Tang Wen: "You have to fight them. You can't always use speed to bully people."
The latter nodded indifferently.
Just now, three people played consecutively, allowing him to roughly understand the level of these people.
I also know my own level.
The fourth person on the stage, after watching the competition between Tang Wen and the War Saber, saw that Tang Wen had no weapon in his hand.
He also temporarily replaced the steel shield, picked up a smaller steel buckler, and walked into the venue carrying a long sword.
Is it fully equipped?
Tang Wen smiled.
"start!"
In the blink of an eye, Tang Wen stepped forward.
Although the assessor was shocked, he slashed his sword towards Tang Wen's eyes.
The latter swung his fist upwards and hit the sword with his fist, making a crisp sound.
The sword was bent and bent, and the examiner could hardly hold the hilt.
Without waiting for the other party to react, he slumped his shoulders and sat on his horse, quickly sketching a scene in his mind of fireballs flying up and bombarding the mountain.
Warmth surged in and struck hard.
Kaishan cannon boxing!
boom!
The fist hit the steel shield hard, and with a bang, the steel round shield fell apart.
The assessor staggered and tried to maintain his balance, but eventually tripped and fell to the ground.
As for his right hand holding the shield, it has completely softened.
"Cannon Fist?"
"When did your kid learn cannon boxing?"
General Zhao was so surprised that he forgot to treat the injured examiner immediately.
The latter had his arms folded and his face covered with cold sweat, and he gritted his teeth and remained silent.
Tang Wen didn't answer, and quickly waved for the doctor.
"Well, it's not a big problem, it's just that his arm was broken into three parts. Come on, take him away and go back to the hospital to splint him!"
Tang Wen breathed a sigh of relief. They were both guards and he didn't want to cause incurable harm to others.
"I asked you, when did you learn how to use cannon boxing?"
"Haha, just these two days. By chance, I just learned it."
He didn't lie. Kaishan Paoquan was more difficult to practice than he imagined.
[Kaishan Pao Fist, Master (121/3000)]
After two months of hard training, his boxing skills had obviously broken through to the mastery level, but he still had trouble using them smoothly.
Only after the opponent reveals his flaws, as he did just now, can he dare to punch.
If the other party makes a sneak attack, it is impossible to do it in a hurry.
"How many times have you looked at the visualization pictures?" General Zhao's eyes showed anticipation.
Every time he applied to view the visualization pictures, there was a record. Tang Wen told the truth: "It's not a matter of a few times. I stayed there all day."
"So, you only watched it once?!" The voice suddenly rose an octave higher.
People around looked over.
"Keep it secret! Do you know it's secret?" General Zhao lowered his voice in an instant.
Another true genius!
Tang Wen looked at him speechlessly: "It's you who shouted loudly."
When the two were communicating, the last guard captain waiting for the assessment was already in despair.
He scratched his hair and thought about it, but he couldn't think of how he could hold on longer.
It's not that he is incompetent, it's this Tang who leads him, it's so perverted!
General Zhao's eyes were full of joy, and he waved his hand and said, "Okay. Seeing that you are not good at assessing others, let me do this."
Tang Wen followed the good advice and said: "I still lack a lot, and I need to learn from the general."
"Come on this!"
"General, I sincerely want to learn from you."
"Go, go, stand outside. Let the assessor come on."
Seeing his smiling face, Tang Wen secretly made a note that General Zhao liked this.
After the competition and assessment, only three new leaders were selected, besides Zhou Bing and Tang Wen.
Even if we add the two of them, we are still halfway to the goal of selecting ten commanders.
The goal of selecting one hundred captains was actually achieved. Many elite members of the Hunting Guard or Imperial Guard have practiced martial arts for many years and are close to the level of warriors.
They are ready-made captains.
Assessment and selection are over.
Tang Wen, Zhou Bing and the three new commanders followed General Zhou and other seniors to the queen's palace.
After arriving here, Tang Wen was a little disappointed.
Although it is said to be a palace, it is actually not much different from the residences in the camp.
It doesn't have the grandeur that a big shot's residence should have.
An ordinary house, just with heavier stones and a slightly higher roof.
General Zhou took the lead and walked into a room with a "Meeting Hall" plaque.
There was no one inside.
There is a large round table, dozens of chairs, and a terrain sand table in the middle of the house.
"Everyone sit down."
There was a sound of a stool being pulled up.
Tang Wen and Zhou Bing were sitting near the door.
After some words of encouragement, General Zhou began to assign positions.
"Liu Sha, Zhang Mian, Qian Lai, please introduce yourselves to everyone."
Two middle-aged men and a young man stood up. They were the other three new commanders.
The two middle-aged men first introduced themselves. They came from the ordinary guard camp. They were originally captain-level positions and worked in the outer city.
Since I have very little time to do my job, I have a lot of time to practice martial arts.
After years of hard work, I finally mastered Kaishan Paoquan the year before last.
After another two years of hard training, I can finally put it into practice in actual combat.
So, he passed the assessment and became the leader.
The two generals Zhou and Zhao lowered their heads to discuss and asked: "Since you have relatively little combat experience, you will now be assigned to General Zhao in the inner city. Together, you will lead a hunting battalion, and each of you will lead 10 teams."
"Yes, General!" The two stood at attention, their backs straight.
Younger money comes, third rises.
He was a guard, not yet twenty-five years old, and could be called a genius.
When asked, where would you like to serve?
Qian Dong thought for a moment and said: "Two generals, I still want to return to the Imperial Guard, but I think the status quo of the Imperial Guard needs to change. We lack actual combat."
"Well, we have also noticed the problem you mentioned. In the next step, the guards will rotate inside and outside, and there will be no shortage of actual combat. Then you can return to the guards!"
"Thank you General!"
All three of them finished speaking.
It's Zhou Bing and Tang Wen's turn.
Zhou Bing basically doesn't need an introduction. No one with status in the inner city or outer city doesn't know her.
The most beautiful woman in the camp, Kefu, genius, niece of General Zhou.
Anyone with the above status is a well-known figure in the camp.
The ice beauty gathered all four.
She said a few words briefly that General Zhou had not arranged any duties, and signaled Tang Wen to get up.
Tang Wen's introduction was simpler: "There is no one at home, only one sister. As for my residence, I am currently living at Sister Bing's place. There is nothing to say about practicing martial arts. I just rely on my own hard work."
"What a hard work, your boy has mastered artillery boxing at the age of fifteen, he is a genius." General Zhao scolded with a smile.
"General, what kind of genius am I? I just spend all the time that others spend drinking and drinking tea on practicing martial arts."
Everyone in the room was stunned. They felt that these words seemed to be modest, but they seemed to have a deeper meaning. They couldn't help but look down at the tea in their cups: Well, how about quitting in the future?
A few seconds later, General Zhou coughed and broke the silence: "Okay, let's talk about the responsibilities of Zhou Bing and Tang Wen."
