Shortly after the convoy led by Liu Wenshi arrived at Jiexing Martial Arts Hall, two more convoys arrived one after another.
At least one-third of the martial arts candidates in Donghai are concentrated here.
The candidates got off the car and gathered in small groups, making a very noisy noise.
"I didn't expect that we would be assigned to the Jiexing Martial Arts Hall for level assessment!"
"There should be a lot of candidates at Thunder Martial Arts School and Bailian Martial Arts School. The three giants of these martial arts schools attach great importance to martial arts examinations. They compete to be the examination venue every year so that they can observe potential martial arts candidates and recruit them early.
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"Not only that, I heard that this is also a way for major martial arts schools to show their strength!"
"The candidates take the exam here and have seen the strength of the martial arts gym. Naturally, they will prefer this place when choosing in the future."
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The students were talking seriously.
At this time, the leaders of the three teams met each other. They were all from the Education Bureau and had known each other for a long time, but they had different responsibilities today.
"Everyone line up and follow me!"
As their voices fell, three distinct teams of candidates quickly formed.
Each team is divided into eight or nine teams based on the number of people, led by their respective teachers.
The three team leaders led their respective teams towards the martial arts training building.
However, the exam has not started yet, so no one is allowed to enter the martial arts training building and can only wait outside.
"Is that a student from Huiying Private Middle School?"
"Look at the school uniform, they can't go wrong!"
"Although it is a private middle school, it is notoriously strict with students. I saw it today. Even for the college entrance examination, you have to wear school uniforms!"
"I heard that Huiying is very good. He has as many as eight high-level martial arts disciples."
"Hey, what's so great, at least five of the eight were hired from other schools with money..."
Wang Teng listened to the discussion in his ears and followed everyone's gaze to look at the team next to him.
A group of candidates wearing blue and white school uniforms lined up in a straight line. There seemed to be a large number of them.
This group of candidates stood there with their chests puffed out and their heads raised, trying their best to show arrogance on their faces.
The eight candidates in the first row were the focus of everyone's attention. Even the students at Huiying School were talking about them in low voices.
At the same time, Donghai No. 1 Middle School, as a key high school, is actually the focus of discussion among candidates from other schools.
"The candidates from Donghai No. 1 Middle School are no weaker than those from Huiying Middle School."
"I heard that they have five high-level martial arts disciples, and all of them were admitted to No. 1 Middle School by themselves. They are different from those bought by Huiying."
"Besides, the total number of people taking the martial arts exam in Donghai No. 1 Middle School is no less than Huiying..."
Donghai No. 1 Middle School and Huiying Middle School, one is a key public high school and the other is a powerful private middle school. Everyone can't help but compare them.
The candidates from Donghai No. 1 Middle School suddenly looked proud.
Let’s compete, who are we afraid of in No. 1 Middle School?
For a time, the candidates from No. 1 Middle School and Huiying disliked each other. Sparks flew as they looked at each other...
What are you looking at?
What do you think of you?
Take another look and try!
Look again, believe it or not, I will cut you...
Candidates from other schools were suddenly reduced to background, but they were all unconvinced and secretly holding back their energy to make a splash in the evaluation!
It would be even better if it can beat the two high schools of No. 1 Middle School and Huiying!
The time soon came, the main door of the martial arts training building slowly opened, and several staff members stood at the door.
"It's from the Supervision Bureau!"
Someone recognized the identity of the staff at the door and exclaimed.
Wang Teng's expression changed and his eyes fell on them. He had already heard the name of the Supervision Office.
I found this Inspection Office when I was searching for information on the Internet.
Like the City Protection Bureau, the Supervisory Bureau is also a powerful department of the warriors, carrying out supervision responsibilities. Anyone who commits a crime in their hands will be peeled off even if they are dead.
Many official officials who are warriors are as frightened as a mouse seeing a cat when they meet the Supervisory Office.
Wang Teng was really surprised that such a powerful department actually appeared in the martial arts examination room.
"I heard that cheating in martial arts exams was common in the early days. In recent years, the intervention of the Supervision Office has alleviated the situation." Yang Jian whispered beside him.
Wang Teng nodded.
They followed the queue into the examination room. The staff of the Supervision Office checked the admission tickets and ID cards one by one, and scanned the candidates' whole bodies. It looked very strict.
When we arrived at Wang Teng, there were no surprises. After checking the scan, we entered the examination room directly.
"I'll go in first, and we'll meet you after the exam!"
"Okay!" Lin Chuhan nodded to Yang Jian.
Wang Teng has been to the martial arts training building countless times this month, and he is very familiar with the environment inside.
But when I entered it, I found that it had changed drastically.
All the equipment was moved away, leaving only the dynamometer, speedometer, and physical fitness tester.
And there are not just one or two, but rows of them filling the entire training hall.
Each group includes three instruments: a dynamometer, a speedometer, and a physical fitness tester, and there are two staff members standing next to them for testing.
Each group is numbered, and candidates can find the corresponding group according to the number on the admission ticket.
Wang Teng looked at his admission ticket—No. 8!
There was already a long queue in front of the eighth group's test machine, so he walked over and followed the crowd.
Although there were many candidates, on such an important occasion, everyone was very conscious and did not dare to cause trouble. The queue was formed in a short time.
A notice came over the radio to start the level assessment.
The staff of each group holds a list in their hands and reads the names of the candidates one by one.
"Wang Junming!"
"Qian Zhengxiang!"
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Every candidate whose name was read stepped forward and started the test.
Intermediate warriors must have a strength of 300-700kg, a speed of 100 meters in seven seconds to five seconds, and a physical fitness of 50 to 80.
After the candidate is tested, the tester will read out the results on the spot, and another staff member will enter the results on the tablet computer in his hand.
"Wang Junming, strength 362, speed 100 meters 6.8 seconds, physique 56 - passed!"
"Qian Zhengxiang, strength 411, speed 100 meters 6.2 seconds, physique 61 - passed!"
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"XXX, strength 298, speed 100 meters 6.9 seconds, physique 51 - failed!"
Hearing this announcement, one examinee turned pale, as if he were mourning for a test, and murmured unconsciously: "How could this happen? How could this happen? My strength was clearly over 300Kg in the previous test, but now it is 2kg less!!"
The other candidates couldn't help but cast pity on him. It was inevitable that his strength and speed would fluctuate, it all depended on his performance.
Especially this kind of game that is just stuck in the stage of neither improving nor falling. If the performance is slightly worse, it will definitely not pass.
"No, I have to take the test again. My strength has not been fully utilized. I am already an intermediate martial artist. I have to take the test again!"
The candidate went a little crazy and rushed to the tester and asked to take the test again.
"Drag out!"
The tester said calmly.
Everyone has only one chance in the martial arts test. How well you perform is also a test. If you don't perform well, you can't blame others.
What's more, this year's standards have been lowered a lot. This candidate can't even meet this standard. There is no hope for the subsequent practical assessment. It is a waste of time!
As the tester finished speaking, several stern-faced security personnel emerged from nowhere, easily lifted the candidate and dragged him out of the examination room.
"No, I won't go out, give me another chance, please, give me another chance..."
The candidate refused to accept his fate and struggled desperately not to leave.
"If you make trouble again, you will be disqualified from the martial arts exam!" An indifferent voice came from the radio.
The candidate's struggling movements suddenly became stiff, and his whole figure seemed to be deflated, and he no longer dared to make any sound.
The other candidates' hearts jumped. The harshness and inhumanity of this martial arts test made them even more nervous. They did not dare to slack off at all, and they all responded to the next test more seriously.
This chapter has been completed!