Soon, Chen Yang and other assessors were led into the assessment hall, only to see that the area here was more than 1,000 square meters, and there were boxing targets, speed measuring machines and nervous response speed measuring devices. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In addition, several people in charge of testing supervision, officials and medical personnel of the Martial Arts Alliance, other reporters, or martial arts scouts and other unrelated people are not allowed to enter, so as not to interfere with the performance of the assessors.

The entire hall was hung with thick curtains on all sides, the hall was brightly lit, the officials and medical personnel looked serious, and the atmosphere was extremely solemn.

Affected by the atmosphere, the examiners were a little nervous, and one by one they mechanically followed behind the person in charge and walked towards the test site.

Chen Yang was not nervous, after all, his strength had surpassed that of ordinary assessors, and he came today just to go through the motions, and quietly glanced behind him out of curiosity, only to see that the handsome young man did not say a word, bowed his head slightly, revealing a slender and white neck.

This made Chen Yang slightly stunned, and quickly withdrew his gaze, and then listened to the voice of remorse and smiled in his heart: "Chen Yang, the old man bet you, this is a female doll behind you, do you believe it or not?" ”

"Hey, Uncle Zuo, don't make such a sudden noise, you scared me!" Chen Yang said angrily.

"Hehe, if you hadn't been moved, how could you be scared by me?" Remorse joked.

Chen Yang pursed his lips, and suddenly said with a remorseful expression: "Boy, you will carefully watch the test of the young man behind you for a while, I smell a trace of extraordinary genetic origin aura in him, and his performance must be unusual." ”

Chen Yang's heart froze, and he quietly turned his head and looked again, but it happened that the handsome young man also looked up, and the two of them looked at each other, both of them were slightly stunned, and quickly turned their heads away, and the handsome young man's face seemed to be slightly red.

Chen Yang's heart pounded a few times, thinking that the meeting would be the assessment, how could he be cranky, and then gradually calmed down.

"Now, the martial arts ability assessment begins!" With a clear voice, the person in charge finally announced that the assessment had begun.

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The first examiner, a middle-aged man in his thirties, was a little nervous, bowed to the examiners sitting at a row of tables, walked to the target, luckily lucked, and punched over.

"1011 kg!"

"The fist strength test has passed, let's test the punch speed of continuous punching, hold it for at least 10 seconds, start!" The examiner on the side recorded the results with a pen and said lightly.

The middle-aged man took a deep breath and struck out with his fists in turn, bang-bang-bang......

After more than ten seconds, he closed his fist, and the display screen showed - "The average fist power is 911 kilograms!" "Punch speed 45 fists / second".

"Failed the assessment, next!" The examiner was expressionless, and casually drew a red cross on the report card.

The middle-aged man walked down gloomily.

Zhang Feng said regretfully in the back: "This person is just too nervous, and his breath is not lucky, otherwise with the speed of his first punch, he should have passed the assessment." ”

Chen Yang didn't think so, with his current vision, he could see at a glance that the middle-aged man was not half a little worse, if he punched continuously, he needed to mobilize his whole body to cooperate, not only was his breath unlucky, his waist, legs, upper limbs, and even his mental strength were not coordinated, and the useless loss of punches was too great, so he naturally couldn't pass the test.

This is like singing, some people can't sing the high notes when they are hoarse, and some people have the same voice conditions, but they use their breath to make a reasonable sound, and the high notes can be sung easily, this is the truth.

Zhang Feng asked Chen Yang in a low voice: "Brother, do you have any weaknesses?" ”

"Me?" Chen Yang thought for a while and replied, "It should also be fist speed, right?" ”

Chen Yang is telling the truth, the one-star martial artist has a fist speed of 50 punches per second, and the two-star martial artist has a fist speed of 60 punches per second, although Chen Yang has now reached the strength of the two-star level, but his training strength has not yet been completely introduced, but it can reach the standard of 60 punches, and compared to other abilities, it is indeed a weakness.

Zhang Feng didn't know what Chen Yang was thinking, and thought that he couldn't even reach 50 punches per second, so he smiled and said: "Brother, you have to learn from my brother, my fist speed was originally not qualified, but my genetic ability is 'muscle expansion', as long as my muscles are expanded, my fist speed and fist strength will rise in a straight line, and I can reach the standard at once." ”

"Really? So what are your weaknesses? Chen Yang asked casually.

"Nerve reaction speed." Zhang Feng said with annoyance: "I've taken the exam three times in a row, and I can't dodge those laser bullets every time, which really gives me a headache." However, I have a secret weapon this time, and I will definitely pass the test. As he spoke, he blinked mysteriously.

Looking at the other party's sturdy man, to say that he has a secret weapon to improve his reaction speed, it really made Chen Yang curious, and he immediately paid attention to it, planning to take a good look at it later.

This time the strength of the martial arts is assessed, but it is a rare opportunity to learn from it, Chen Yang carefully watched the test of others, and confirmed the martial arts perception in his heart, whether it is good or bad, it has a certain role in promoting himself.

Soon, the previous examiners were all tested, only two passed, and the remaining dozen or so people all failed, most of them failed in fist speed and nerve reaction speed, which shows that these two items are indeed the biggest difficulty in the assessment of martial artists.

"Next, No. 21 Chen Yang!"

Chen Yang's spirits perked up, and it was finally his turn.

"Here!" He stepped forward.

"Brother, come on!" Zhang Feng was careful to cheer him up from behind.

The handsome young man also raised his head, his eyes fell on Chen Yang, and he seemed to be quite concerned about Chen Yang's assessment results.

For a while, the dozens of pairs of eyes present all fell tightly on Chen Yang.

Moving his arms and legs, Chen Yang walked up to the examiner and bowed to them.

The examiner nodded, "Chen Yang, you can start." ”

Chen Yang set his eyes on the boxing target, paused slightly, and the next moment his body jumped as agile as a praying mantis catching a cicada, and landed in front of the boxing target lightly and skillfully, and hit forward with his right fist.

Bang!

"1055 kg!"

"Huh? So easy? ”

Several examiners exchanged glances with each other, and they naturally saw that Chen Yang's punch was out, the hands, eyes, body and waist and legs were all one, so harmonious and natural, agile and effective, it was like flowing water, in terms of realm, it had far surpassed all the previous assessors, it was really eye-catching!

When the handsome young man saw this scene, his eyes lit up.

However, Zhang Feng didn't see the doorway, shook his head and said: "Brother Chen Yang's movements are too gentle, how can he play a huge lethal power like this?" It should be beaten hard, hard! He slammed his fist hard.

Chen Yang didn't wait for the examiner to give an order, and his two fists were already attacking in turn, straight punches, hook punches, hook punches, and jab punches...... Bang bang......

A dazzling array of punch combinations, yet clear and rhythmic, still so swift and light.

"1020 kg!" "1030 kg! "1040 kg! "1025 kg! "1033 kg! ”……

The fluctuation of the strength is not large, basically maintaining a swing range of less than 30 kilograms, which is enough to show that Chen Yang's control of fist power is far beyond that of ordinary people.

Those examiners looked even brighter and nodded again and again.

After more than ten seconds, Chen Yang closed his fist, and the display screen was impressively punched - "average punch power 1030 kg" and "fist speed 50 punches per second".

"Damn, brother, I'm going to pass the test!" Zhang Feng waved his fist and couldn't help but scream excitedly.