Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 36 All Nine
Chapter 36 All Nine

Slowly, more and more fists came at him. When the number of fists exceeded ten, especially the sudden attack from behind, Zhou Leng could no longer completely avoid it.

Proceed to the second stage, blocking.

From this stage on, Zhou Leng began to use footwork and body movements, dodging and blocking at the same time.

Either hit with fists or palms, or block with arms.

The attacking red boxing gloves were real and fake, densely packed, as if many masters were attacking at the same time, making it hard to keep up.

After a while, Instructor Deng Zhijue said, "The warm-up is over. Now let's start the last test."

"In the next six months, you are not allowed to use your true Qi in any of the tests to resist blows. Otherwise, you will be punished and kicked out of all rankings."

"Everyone, please note that blocking and resistance to attacks are divided into three stages."

"In the dodging phase, the blocking phase, and the anti-strike phase, every phase must be done as perfectly as possible."

"As for the third stage, if you can't bear it, you can call a halt. Of course, points will be deducted..."

Deng Zhijue actually laughed at the end of his speech.

The other instructors laughed too.

The students were puzzled, as if there was something hidden in the instructor's smile.

"ready, go!"

A boxing glove attacked Zhou Leng's abdomen directly, and Zhou Leng dodged sideways.

This punch was faster than the previous one.

One, two, three...the number of gloves attacking at the same time keeps increasing.

During the dodging phase, Zhou Leng completely avoided the attack by relying on his advanced Bagua footwork and his minor Youyun body movement.

Occasionally, someone in other rooms would call out softly.

Next, enter the blocking phase.

The fists attacked densely, from top to bottom, left to right, front to back, leaving no blind spots.

Zhou Leng dodged while protecting his head with both arms, occasionally punching out to collide with the boxing gloves and knocking the gloves back.

The students outside the venue frowned because there were continuous groans and gasps coming from a large number of rooms, with occasional screams.

Soon, the test entered the third stage.

bang bang bang...

The dense sound of hitting echoed throughout the entire venue. The students outside the venue could no longer hear the groans and gasps. Either the sounds were covered up, or they were filled with continuous squeaking.

The instructors were all smiles.

At the beginning of the resistance phase, the number of gloves increases, but the attack weakens.

Most of the students continued to block with all their might, secretly breathing a sigh of relief.

Zhou Lengque did the opposite. He gave up blocking and spread his arms apart, allowing every part of his body to receive relatively light blows.

Zhou Leng was like a sapling in a typhoon, his body shaking and falling from side to side as he was hit by the dense punches.

Resisting blows is a test and also a training.

After a while, subtle scars appeared on Zhou Leng's body.

Slowly, the punch force and speed became stronger and stronger. Zhou Leng retracted his arm, covered his head, and retreated to defend himself.

Boxing gloves rained down on Zhou Leng from all directions.

There is no way to avoid it, no way to hide, you can only protect your head and take it.

bang bang bang bang...

The fists fell like a torrential wind, without end.

Zhou Leng defended well, but was often shaken by powerful boxing gloves.

Slowly, Zhou Leng's eyes became red and swollen, and everything in front of him went dark. The only sounds in his ears were the sound of the mechanical arms going in and out and the sound of the gloves hitting his body.

Zhou Leng gritted his teeth and endured it silently, occasionally letting out a muffled groan from his nose.

The students outside the venue watched silently.

Soon, a classmate shouted, "I can't stand it anymore, I surrender!"

The instructors smiled even wider, but did not stop.

The students outside the field looked at the instructor in surprise.

Deng Zhijue smiled and said, "I lied to you. In the martial arts school's resistance test, you cannot surrender."

The students felt cold all over.

"Beast..."

bang bang bang...

"what……"

Screams and sounds of beatings echoed throughout the stadium.

Under the light, the instructors' smiles became more and more ferocious.

Suddenly, an anti-strike device stopped.

"Another crispy college student, drag him out."

An instructor walked in, grabbed the student's shoulders, and dragged him directly to the mat nearby.

A clear bloodstain was left on the ground.

Everyone looked at the unconscious classmate, whose nose and face were swollen, his body was covered with scars, and his skin was covered with purple bruises. They finally realized something.

The student days are gone forever.

Then, the anti-strike devices stopped one by one, and the instructors dragged out the students one by one.

The instructors were like children scribbling, leaving clear, messy bloodstains on the ground.

Everyone finally understood why they felt a strange smell just now.

Bloody smell.

bang bang bang...

All fifteen anti-strike machines stopped, except for the sound of one, which echoed in the venue.

Everyone looked towards the room.

"Zhou Leng..."

Everyone waited silently.

Time passed minute by minute, and finally, the sound stopped.

Instructor Deng Zhijue walked over, grabbed Zhou Leng's right upper arm, dragged him out of the room and onto the mat.

There was especially a lot of blood behind Zhou Leng.

The students waiting for the exam stared blankly at the people lying all over the mat.

Everyone looked almost the same, covered in bruises, purple and blue, and their faces were swollen like pigs' heads.

At first glance, it looked like sixteen corpses.

The cruelty of the battlefield was overwhelming.

Deng Zhijue smiled and said, "Remember this feeling. Oh, they can't hear it."

The instructors took out pills and stuffed them into the mouths of each unconscious student one by one.

Zhou Leng moved his fingers slightly and slowly opened his eyes.

My whole body was in pain and numbness, I felt sore and weak that I could only lie down.

Zhou Leng rolled his eyes and saw his classmates lying on the ground. He recalled what happened before he fainted and vaguely understood the truth of this exam. These instructors are really beasts...

However, my body felt warm, my eyes didn't seem as swollen, and my wounds healed quickly.

It just hurts.

Others woke up one after another, with soft cries and hisses.

The students who were standing wanted to laugh but didn't dare to.

“Instructor, this is too cruel…hiss…” The pig-headed man Feng Wenhao closed his mouth in pain before he could finish his words.

"If this doesn't have a crotch protector, my mom will definitely block the door and curse at me tomorrow... Ouch..."

"Second round, sixteen students, please enter."

As Wei Hong walked, he muttered quietly, "Please go to the slaughterhouse."

Then, the second round of students’ shouts came one after another.

The dodge phase, the block phase, the fight-back phase...

bang bang bang...

"Oh my god..." Wei Hong's shout echoed throughout the venue.

The students outside the venue couldn't help laughing.

After the second round comes the third round.

In the fourth round, 48 students lay on the mats, watching the last two students enter the venue tragically.

Many students had smiles on their faces similar to the instructor's.

It doesn’t matter whether you get a score or not.

The screams of others are the only antidote to pain.

As the last two students were dragged out of the anti-strike device, Instructor Deng Zhijue announced with a smile.

"Today's opening exam ended perfectly. Thank you for your cooperation. Now, I will announce the total scores. Please check them on your mobile phones."

The students' bodies were stiff, their eyes moved, and they looked at Deng Zhijue either straight or sideways.

Wei Hong said: "Instructor, do you think we can get the phone in this state?"

"You are lucky. When you officially enter the blood circulation period, if you can't stand up quickly from your serious injury, you will die on the battlefield."

After Deng Zhijue finished speaking, he teamed up with other instructors to circulate qi and blood for all the students, and to straighten their bones and heal their injuries.

Soon, Deng Zhijue walked to Zhou Leng, grabbed Zhou Leng's left hand, and placed their palms together.

The surging true energy flowed along Zhou Leng's arms and into every part of his body.

Wounds heal, blood clots drain, hidden injuries are relieved...

"Okay, classmate Quan Jiuzhou." Deng Zhijue said and walked towards another person.

"Really all nine?" Wei Hong asked loudly.

"Go and see for yourself." said an instructor.

The student whose blood was drained by Qi slowly stood up, spread his legs, and moved forward step by step.

The sound of groans rose again in the venue.

Zhou Leng walked to the schoolbag and put on the magic watch.

Click on the class group and open the transcript screenshot.

Zhou cold.

1. Sprint, 91.4 points.

2. Dodge run, 93.4 points.

3. Weighted running, 94.6 points.

4. Obstacle race, 93.8 points.

5. Weightlifting, 90.5 points.

6. Punching power, 94.2 points.

7. Total amount of true Qi, 91.3 points.

8. Qi strength, 92.8 points.

9. Qi control, 100 points.

10. Luck weightlifting, 91 points.

11. Maximum attack intensity, 93.4 points.

12. Average attack intensity, 96.5 points.

13. Blocking and resistance to impact, 97.8 points.

Total score: 1220.7 points.

Average score: 93.9 points.

First in Class 01.

Zhou Leng took another look at the class's total score ranking.

Second place: Lu Juncai, 1218.8 points

The difference is less than two points.

Zhou Leng took a look at Lu Juncai's results, including weightlifting, boxing strength, total amount of true qi, true qi intensity and luck weightlifting, all five of which were 100.

These five subjects are the famous "Five Elixir Subjects". By taking elixirs from a young age, you can continuously improve your physical fitness and reach 100 points.

The advantage of getting full marks in five subjects is too huge. If Zhou Leng had not had no weaknesses, he would have fallen behind if he hadn't done even slightly better.

Lu Juncai slowly walked over, gave Zhou Leng a thumbs up, and said, "You crushed me, a 'pill student', purely by relying on your strength. I am convinced."

Chang Luan, who was not far away, pricked up his ears and looked at his own results with a dejected look on his face.

1183 points.

The gap with Zhou Leng is more than 37 points.

Fifth in the class.

Just one step away from the top four.

"If Zhou Leng agreed, I would be fourth now..." Chang Luan thought silently in his heart.

Deng Zhijue said loudly: "Okay, today's basic test is over. The Rucheng freshman list will be updated tomorrow. Everyone go back. By the way, don't forget tomorrow's military training."

"Ah? You're injured like this, and you still have to have military training tomorrow?" Wei Hong said.

Deng Zhijue didn't even look at Wei Hong. As he walked out, he glanced at Zhou Leng and said, "Remember, gather outside the class martial arts hall at 8 o'clock tomorrow for military training. If you don't want to come, you don't have to come."

Everyone sat on the ground, wailing.

Deng Zhijue went straight to the owner's office.

"Master!" Deng Zhijue bowed and walked in.

"what's up?"

"Zhou Leng and Lu Juncai from our class both have very good grades. If my estimate is correct, they will be in the top 500 of the Rucheng freshman list tomorrow. Especially Zhou Leng, he got 'all nines' in the opening test, which is unprecedented not only in the history of Ruda Martial Arts School, but also in the history of Rucheng Martial Arts School. I hope to apply for scholarships for both of them."

Wang Boxiong nodded.

Deng Zhijue continued, "The scholarships at our martial arts school are divided into four major categories: school scholarships, city scholarships, martial arts department scholarships, and national scholarships."

"You need to wait until after the monthly exam to apply for the national scholarship, but you can prepare for the other three martial arts awards now."

Wang Boxiong asked: "What specific scholarship can Zhou Leng apply for?"

(End of this chapter)