Nerve reaction speed
"Chief Instructor 'Wu Tong' seems to have a lot of confidence." He laughed, but his eyes were still on Luo Feng. Almost everyone in the field was watching Luo Feng, waiting for Luo Feng's assessment results.
Luo Feng stood in front of the punch target, his feet suddenly exerted force, his body slightly twisted his waist and hips, and a strong force burst out, instantly connecting in series, transmitting into his arm. Luo Feng's fist seemed to be an arrow shot from a full moon bow, with a trace of afterimage, "Pong", the fist had already hit the punch target.
With a punch, Luo Feng's eyes already had a hint of joy: "The feeling of punching is so cool, the strength is all out." He looked at the display screen - "1101kg"
"Good."
"Not bad." Immediately, many martial artists in the field immediately praised him.
Chief Instructor "Wu Tong" touched his chin and nodded: "The young man is good, he always remembers not to lose his body's center of gravity when punching. If he disregards everything and only seeks to punch out the heaviest fist, he loses his body's center of gravity. Maybe one punch is stronger. But in that case, losing your body's center of gravity while fighting monsters is suicide! Not bad, not bad."
"Haha, this little guy Luo Feng, his actual combat ability is very strong." Instructor "Jiang Nian" laughed, "He has once defeated three senior students who are not inferior to him in strength and speed, and he did it cleanly!"
Listening to the praise of the chief instructor and the instructor, Luo Feng felt a burst of joy in his heart.
In his teenage years, he had fainted twice, and his physical strength and speed had greatly increased. Since then, he has set a plan to become a powerful martial artist! And a powerful martial artist has high requirements for actual combat ability. In his teenage years, although he did not join the Extreme Martial Arts Hall, he searched for some basic swordsmanship and body techniques from the Internet, and practiced at home to slowly accumulate experience.
This is also the reason why he is strong in actual combat.
"He's a good seedling. Well, pass!" Chief Instructor Wu Tong casually took another ID card and slid it on the instrument, "Next, Bai Yang."
Luo Feng walked back to the place where the group of people being assessed were staying.
"Not bad, madman." Yang Wu whispered in surprise.
Luo Feng grinned.
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The eight people quickly completed the 'Fist Strength Test', and only one of the eight people was unlucky. One punch was only 892kg, just a little short of the qualifying line, so he was eliminated. The next round of speed testing, there are only seven people left.
"Card!" Chief Instructor Wu Tong came to the speed testing instrument and turned on the switch.
"One by one, the order is reversed from just now, the first one, Yang Wu." Chief Instructor Wu Tong ordered, Yang Wu was the last one to test his fist strength, this time he was the first one to test his speed.
Yang Wu took a deep breath.
He has come here for the Quasi-Martial Artist Assessment nearly ten times, and every time he stumbles on the speed test.
"Brother Yang, come on." Luo Feng gently patted Yang Wu on the shoulder.
"Watch." Yang Wu adjusted his breath and walked onto the track.
Instructor Jiang Nian frowned as he watched this scene. Yang Wu was also from Yi'an District, but Yang Wu had failed many times in the 'Speed Test'.
"Boom!"
Yang Wu stomped on the ground and made a low noise. With a powerful swing of his arm and a strong step, Yang Wu's speed quickly accelerated to his limit. He had a grim face, his forehead veins bulged one by one, and he ran wildly with his teeth clenched. When he ran past the speed testing area, he also let out a suppressed low growl!
"I must pass!" When Yang Wu stopped, he roared in his heart.
He turned his head nervously and looked over, only to see Luo Feng giving him a thumbs up at this time. Seeing this scene, Yang Wu seemed to have gone to heaven all at once.
"Haha, Yang Wu, good luck. You actually passed." Instructor "Jiang Nian" also laughed.
Yang Wu ran over and looked at the display screen - "25.1m/s".
"Phew, that was close." Yang Wu laughed at himself. If his condition was slightly worse, his speed might not reach 25 meters per second, and he would fail again.
"Hmm, pass!" Chief Instructor Wu Tong also showed a smile, "Next."
One by one, the personnel were tested. Last time they tested fist strength (power), Luo Feng was the second to be tested. But this time for the speed test, Luo Feng was the second to last.
Soon it was Luo Feng's turn.
"Luo Feng." Chief Instructor Wu Tong called out.
"Madman, come on, we have to go for the martial arts combat assessment together." Yang Wu encouraged, Luo Feng nodded with a smile and walked onto the track, slightly adjusted his breath, and bounced lightly on the spot twice. Unlike Yang Wu's pure brute force type, Luo Feng made people feel very relaxed.
Whoosh!
With a burst of strength, Luo Feng seemed to be a leopard suddenly rushing out, extremely fast, with a gust of wind directly sweeping through the speed test area. The naked eye could see that Luo Feng's speed was obviously higher than the previous few people.
"It feels okay." Luo Feng turned his head and saw Yang Wu also giving him a thumbs up. Even Chief Instructor Wu Tong and Instructor Jiang Nian rarely praised and nodded.
Luo Feng went over and took a look, the screen showed -
"28.6m/s"
"The speed is very good, it's so much higher than the qualifying line." Chief Instructor Wu Tong smiled and nodded, "The last one, Tong Guan."
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After the fist strength and speed tests were conducted in succession, one was eliminated in the fist strength test and two were eliminated in the speed test. Only five people were left. The third item is the 'Neural Response Speed Assessment'.
"Follow me." Chief Instructor Wu Tong led a group of martial artists and the remaining five people who were being assessed to the 'Neural Response Test Room' connected to the martial arts hall.
This is a spacious room of about one hundred square meters.
Of course, compared with the previous super-large martial arts hall of thousands of square meters, this neural response test room is obviously much smaller. I saw a tall and valuable instrument placed on the ground. The front of this instrument is like a six-barreled Gatling machine gun with a hole for shooting, but there are many more holes than the Gatling machine gun, there are dozens of holes.
"The first one, Tong Guan." Chief Instructor Wu Tong said.
The bearded man immediately walked to the front of this test machine gun, within a circle with a diameter of 3.6 meters.
"Click!" The switch was turned on.
The edge of the circle with a diameter of 3.6 meters immediately shot a misty red light upwards, and for a while, the testers in the circle seemed to be surrounded by a misty red curtain.
"Remember, no matter what, you can't leave the circle. Once you leave the circle, you will fail. If your body touches the red light, you will be deducted points." After Chief Instructor Wu Tong finished speaking, he walked to the side of the neural response tester, pressed several buttons, and adjusted the intensity of the test. This intensity is also divided into many levels.
The initial level is the intermediate student assessment.
And the highest level… that is for the top martial artists to test and train.
"Start!" The chief instructor pressed the red button.
"Beep… beep…" The huge muzzle of the neural response tester began to rotate, and dozens of gun holes in the muzzle almost instantly burst out a series of red lights, with varying speeds, and even the flight trajectory was not parallel, very chaotic. It quickly shot into the red circle.
I saw the bearded man, his eyes staring dead ahead, his body quickly moving back and forth, left and right, passing through the gaps of some red bullets that were shot out.
"Puff! Puff!" He was hit twice in a row.
But these 'bullets' are all rubber heads, with very little power, not fast, and not painful when hitting people.
Time passed by every minute and every second.
The bearded man fought desperately in it, and soon the time came to one minute.
"Woo~~" After Chief Instructor Wu Tong pressed the button, the muzzle of the tester quickly decelerated and stopped rotating, and the central screen also showed a lot of data.
"Within 60 seconds, hit 57 times, touched the red light three times. Not qualified, eliminated!" Chief Instructor 'Wu Tong' said, and at the same time threw out the ID card to the bearded man.
"Just a little bit." The bearded man gritted his teeth and shook his head and walked out of the red circle.
"Next, Luo Feng." Chief Instructor Wu Tong said.
Luo Feng and Yang Wu fist bumped each other, and then directly walked into the red circle.
Standing in the red circle, the muzzle of the test machine in front was facing him. Luo Feng took a deep breath. When he hadn't entered the martial arts hall, he often practiced body techniques at home. This dodge has always been his strongest point: "Before the college entrance examination, I was usually hit 50 to 55 times within 60 seconds. Now that my physical fitness has improved and my reaction is faster, there should be no problem passing the test."
"Remember, never leave the circle. Once you leave the circle, you will fail directly. If your body touches the red light, points will be deducted." After Chief Instructor Wu Tong finished speaking, he pressed the red button.
"Beep… beep…"
The muzzle of the neural response tester quickly accelerated and soon rotated to an extremely fast speed. Then dozens of gun holes in the muzzle almost instantly burst out a series of red lights, and rubber bullets were immediately shot out.
"Hmm?" Luo Feng stared at it with his eyes, quickly calculating the position in his mind, and the whole person was like a flexible cat, constantly dodging back and forth, left and right, avoiding one bullet after another. Of course, some of them were too fast to dodge, so they could only take 'a shot'.
Luo Feng was dodging quickly, and the martial artists watching next to him were talking.
"This young man is good, his reaction speed seems to be even better."
"He is very fast, his body technique is very good, and his foundation is very solid. You see, his feet are like the pads of a cat's paw. Every time he transfers his body technique, he does not lose his center of gravity and can change direction instantly. This kind of body technique… If it's not a genius, it's impossible to achieve such a solid foundation without ten years of hard work."
The martial artists in the field were all amazed.
The physical fitness of a martial artist can be cultivated and improved. But body techniques, sword techniques, etc., all rely on experience. It's not that the stronger the physical strength, the higher the body technique.
"Woo…" After pressing the button, the neural response tester's muzzle quickly decelerated and stopped rotating, and a large string of numbers appeared on the screen.
"Within 60 seconds, hit 28 times, did not touch the red light. Excellent!" Chief Instructor Wu Tong showed a smile, "Good job, Luo Feng, congratulations, as long as you wait for the official documents to be issued, and your information is entered into the citizen's identity information. You are a quasi-martial artist!" After passing the assessment, there will generally be an official certificate issued within seven days, and it will also be recorded in the citizen's identity information.
Luo Feng clenched his right fist tightly: "Finally succeeded!"
I finally became a quasi-martial artist!
"Luo Feng, August 1st martial arts combat assessment. Gather at the Extreme Hall in the morning, and go to the human base city to hunt monsters under the leadership of the instructor with other quasi-martial artists! Once the actual combat assessment is passed, you are a real martial artist." Instructor 'Jiang Nian' said with a smile.