"The second, Yang Tong."

When Lu Yin returned to the crowd, Wu Tong called the second name.

Soon, a tall young man stepped out of the crowd.

His eyes are very sharp, he is wearing an expensive designer clothes, and he looks like a rich kid at a glance.

Yang Tong had arrogance on his face, and when he looked at Lu Yin and the others, he was a little unrestrained, and when he faced Wu Tong, he was slightly restrained.

"Huh."

Wu Tong glanced at the information card in his hand, showed a look of surprise, and said, "Boy, are you from the HR Alliance?" ”

Yang Tong nodded slightly, and said calmly: "Jiangnan City, Yang family." ”

"The Yang family?"

"Is that the Yang family of the twelve major families in the HR Alliance?"

Everyone around showed a look of surprise on their faces, and they looked at Yang Tong's gaze, faintly envious.

The Yang family, even for some martial artists, is a behemoth that cannot be provoked.

On the contrary, Wu Tong laughed, touched his chin, and said, "It's really interesting, you people from the HR Alliance also went to our extreme martial arts hall to conduct a quasi-martial artist assessment?" ”

However, this is not an unusual thing in China.

As for these family forms of power, eggs often don't just go in one basket.

Although the Yang family is the twelve major families of the HR Alliance in China, it does not prevent some clansmen with martial arts talent from joining the Extreme Martial Arts Gym, the Thunderbolt Martial Arts Gym, or the military.

For this kind of behavior, the major forces are only turning a blind eye.

"Alright, you can start the assessment."

Wu Tong said casually.

Yang Tong nodded, strode to the fist strength testing machine, and saw that he barely used much force, and slammed his fist forward.

Bang!

A loud bang - "1335Kg!" ”

"Awesome!"

"Another one more than a thousand kilograms!"

"It's worthy of being a child of the family!"

The eyes of everyone present fell on Yang Tong's body, and their faces were full of shock.

It's just that in addition to the shock, those middle-aged people in their thirties have some bad feelings in their hearts.

I think they practice martial arts diligently every day, and after decades of hard work, they are eligible to participate in the quasi-martial arts assessment.

However, now they are easily left behind by the children of these families.

"People, it's all like this, you have to accept your fate!"

An uncle who was already in his forties shook his head and said with some emotion.

The path of the warrior, look at the talent, also look at the resources, look at the background!

In the final analysis, it's fate!

Middle-aged people like them, who are already very old, no matter how they become martial artists, in the end, they will only become the bodyguards or thugs of a big family like the Yang family.

There are people who are already in Rome by birth.

"Yes, you're only twenty years old this year, even if you have the support of your family, it's not bad to be able to do this."

"It's a seedling!"

Wu Tong couldn't help but nod and said.

On the contrary, Lu Yin stood behind the crowd, looking at this scene, his expression was indifferent, and he was shocked, as if an old monk had settled down.

In his opinion, whether this Yang Tong is a child of a family, or a poor family, whether he is extremely talented, or whether he has nothing to do with him.

Lu Yin only needs to become stronger little by little and walk out of his own path as a martial artist.

Soon, the six people below also completed the boxing test, and no one failed.

It's just that with Yang Tong Zhuyu in front, the others are mediocre.

"Here's the speed test."

"In the reverse order."

Wu Tong walked over to the speed tester and turned on the machine.

The speed test was also very fast, but it took only five or six minutes, and everyone finished the test.

Lu Yin's score is 28.9m/s, which is much higher than the passing line.

On the contrary, it was Yang Wu, who only ran at a speed of 24.1m/s and failed to pass the quasi-martial arts assessment.

"Damn, that's unlucky, just a little bit!"

After Yang Wu saw his results, he shook his head helplessly.

"It's okay, go back and practice again, and come back next time."

Lu Yin patted Yang Wu's shoulder and comforted him on the side.

Of course, in Lu Yin's heart, he knew that Yang Wu might fail many times in the matter of speed.

"Okay! Brother Lu, come on! ”

Yang Wu laughed and said, "When you pass the assessment, you can invite us to dinner." ”

"Alright, the rest of us will come with me."

Wu Tong glanced at everyone, then turned around and went to the "Neural Response Test Room".

It was a 100 square meter room and very spacious.

In the center of the room was a very expensive looking instrument, and at the front of this instrument was a six-barreled Gatling gun that shot out of the holes one by one, but this hole was much more than the Gatling gun, there were dozens of holes.

"The first one, Zhang Tong."

Wu Tong said a name at random.

A middle-aged man in his forties walked out, his face shriveled and a nervous look evident.

Lu Yin glanced at it, it was one of the two middle-aged people who had spoken to him in the small bar before.

"After failing for so many years, I used to break through the speed level at most!"

"Now it's the last step, you must get through!"

Zhang Tong clenched his fists, with a little expectation and nervousness in his eyes.

"Come here."

Wu Tong pointed to the front of the test machine, in a circle with a diameter of six meters.

"Da!" As soon as the switch is turned on.

The edge of the circle, which was three meters six in diameter, immediately emitted a misty red light upwards, and the subjects who were in the circle for a while seemed to be surrounded by a misty red gauze tent.

"Remember, no matter what, you can't leave the circle, otherwise you will be judged a failure."

Wu Tong glanced at the middle-aged man and said lightly.

"Okay."

Zhang Tong took a deep breath, and his gaze gradually calmed down.

"Let's go!"

Wu Tong shouted loudly and pressed the red button on the instrument at the same time.

Soon, the huge machine began to spin rapidly, and dozens of cannon ports emitted red lights.

The speed of these red lights is fast and slow, and the flight trajectory is not parallel, which is very disordered.

The shriveled middle-aged man's eyes were fixed on the front, and his body kept dodging left and right, allowing those red bullets to pass by.

Minutes and seconds passed.

"Stop!"

Wu Tong pressed the pause button, and the machine slowed down, and finally stopped completely.

"In sixty seconds, I was hit 60 times without touching the red light."

Wu Tong glanced at the screen and said with a smile: "Good luck, I just passed the assessment by rubbing the line." ”

“Yes!”

When the middle-aged man in his forties heard this, he couldn't help but let out a low roar and clenched his fists tightly.

"Congratulations, congratulations!"

Everyone else was on the sidelines.

Passing the quasi-martial artist assessment is an opportunity to change their fate for the vast majority of ordinary people.

"Next, Yang Tong."

Wu announced the name of the next person.

Yang Tong entered the red circle and began to undergo a neurological response test.

Compared with the slightly clumsy figure of the middle-aged man in front, Yang Tong was more comfortable, that is, Wu Tong nodded incessantly on the side.

"Not bad!"

"In sixty seconds, it was hit 29 times, and the red light was not touched. Top! ”

Wu Tong said with a smile.

Soon, an individual lined up to be tested for neurological responses.

It's just that this test is obviously much more difficult than the previous two, and two people in a row have failed the assessment.

"The last one, Lu Yin."

Hearing Chief Instructor Wu Tong's words, all the eyes fell on Lu Yin.