The next day.

At six o'clock in the morning, Fang Ke woke up and practiced in the practice room on the 88th floor for an hour. After rinsing, he went out and rode to Changshan.

Martial Arts Examination.

Starting at nine o'clock in the morning, the explosive power test.

At ten o'clock, the practical assessment begins.

Quasi-warriors are hunting ferocious beasts of non-warrior level at the foot of Changshan Mountain.

Warriors go to Changshan to hunt warrior-level ferocious beasts.

There are hundreds of drones aerially filming the whole process live.

The people watching the live broadcast are currently on the 99th floor of the Warrior Building behind Fang Ke.

At this moment.

In addition to Song Haihai, there were two other people in the spacious office.

He is slightly shorter in stature, but very strong, with towering muscles, like a small Han Peng, but his aura is more than a hundred times stronger than Han Peng!

This person is none other than the director of Longcheng Martial Arts Bureau, Cao Bing!

The other person is a little more elegant, with golden eyes and a scholarly demeanor. He also holds a folding fan in his hand and shakes it gently.

He is the director of Longcheng Education Bureau, Zhu An.

"Old Cao, Lao Zhu, come and see." Song Hai stood by the window: "This is our S-class genius of Dragon City!"

The two of them stepped forward at the same time.

With their eyesight, they could even count the number of hairs on the back of Fang Ke's head.

Cao Bing smacked his lips: "With this small body, can the blood and blood be able to temper the bones?"

Zhu An chuckled: "You are strong and strong, and your energy and blood tempered your bones at the beginning. You only weighed fifty kilograms."

"If you don't speak, no one will treat you as a mute!" Cao Bing snorted.

Song Hai laughed: "This boy is Cheng Yu's good brother! Brother! Call me uncle!"

Cao Bing rolled his eyes.

"You have to rely on Chengyu!"

Zhu An nodded: "Chengyu is such a good boy."

"Han Peng, an orphan, went from being a gangster who fights in the streets every day to becoming a D-level genius of the human race, all because of Cheng Yu."

"Moreover, Han Peng is more talented than Cheng Yu. He is not jealous at all. Instead, he has been helping him with all his strength. He is not afraid that Han Peng will steal his limelight."

"Such magnanimity..." Zhu An's eyes were filled with admiration.

"If we put it in ancient times, this would be the demeanor of a human emperor!"

Cao Bing nodded: "My godson, it's all right."

Song Hai laughed and was very happy.

……

At the foot of Changshan Mountain.

Martial Arts candidates from No. 1 Middle School, No. 2 Middle School, No. 3 Middle School, Experimental School, and Four Schools have already gathered in branch schools.

There are more than 4,000 martial arts candidates in the city.

They are arranged in four square formations, with staff from the Martial Arts Bureau testing their explosive power.

Dozens of machines are running at the same time, and the speed is very fast.

After the testing is completed, the practical exam will officially begin.

Fang Ke still parked the car aside and said hello to Zhou Xi.

"Brother Zhou, thank you for your hard work."

Zhou Xi smiled: "Come on, get good grades!"

"That's right!" Fang Ke shook his fist.

Arrive in front of the team of No. 1 Middle School.

Song Chengyu and Han Peng were already there.

"Good morning." Fang Ke greeted with a smile.

Han Peng nodded.

Song Chengyu replied, and then said with a smile: "You kept silent and suppressed your big move hard enough. Are you aiming at my reputation as the top martial artist?"

Fang Ke laughed: "Although there is a high probability that I will not be your opponent, I still want to give it a try. After all, the title of being the number one scholar in both civil and military fields sounds twice as grand as being the number one scholar in literature."

"Have ambition!" Song Chengyu said jokingly with a smile on his face: "It seems that I have to be serious this time, and I can't let you steal my house."

The two were joking.

The nearby martial arts class students all looked over in surprise.

They know Fang Ke.

He's the self-proclaimed essayist, first in the liberal arts class, but he doesn't look like he can play.

But... what happened to his conversation with Song Chengyu?

"Fang Ke," Han Peng blinked: "You want to compete with Brother Yu for the top spot in martial arts? What are you talking about in your sleep? Are you awake?"

"Xiaopeng, I have told you many times, don't underestimate anyone, you will easily suffer big losses."

Song Chengyu said something to Han Peng, and then to the students in the martial arts class next to him.

"Although Fang Ke is a liberal arts student, he has never actually said he won't practice martial arts. He excels in both civil and martial arts and has his own way."

"I didn't know him before because I misunderstood him, but today's martial arts test, I believe everyone will get to know him again."

"This guy is ready to compete with me for the top spot in martial arts!"

The faces of the students in the martial arts class were a little strange, and their eyes were full of disbelief.

Is this guy really capable?

Compete with Song Chengyu for the top spot in martial arts?

In Dragon City, no one has said this, but no one has ever succeeded.

During the three years of high school, every time I took the exam, Song Chengyu was always the top scorer!

Fang Ke saw everyone's gaze.

Just like those whispering voices at the last three-model commendation meeting.

But the result this time may be different from last time.

Fang Ke smiled and said nothing.

Soon a teacher came over and shouted.

"Martial artist group explosive power test, come quickly!"

Although martial artists can measure bone hardening and compare realms, this involves personal privacy. The martial arts test does not measure it, it still only measures explosive power.

Fang Ke followed forward, a student from the martial arts class said.

"Wen Zhuangyuan, are you a warrior? This force measuring instrument is only for warriors. Data below one thousand kilograms will not be displayed."

Fang Ke nodded slightly: "Thank you for reminding me."

He really didn't know this, but he still moved forward.

Everyone in the martial arts class looked at each other, a little surprised.

This means.

Is this martial champion really a warrior?

Ahead.

Warrior-level candidates from the four schools in Longcheng gathered together, a total of more than two hundred people.

Queue room.

Many candidates from other schools greeted Song Chengyu.

It can be seen that Song Chengyu has a high reputation among the martial arts candidates in this field.

The explosive power test is very fast. Each person has three chances, but basically they only play once.

For martial artists, the difference in explosive power is three to five kilograms, but there is no difference in performance.

It didn’t take long for Fang Ke and the others to be discussed.

Many people gathered around, waiting for Song Chengyu’s test results.

Bang!

3462.7 kg!

This is Han Peng.

Compared with last month, he has improved a lot, so he is very happy and proud.

"Xiao Fang, if you want to compete with Brother Yu for the top spot, you have to surpass me first. Come on, come up and try."

As soon as he said it.

People from other schools also looked at Fang Ke in surprise.

"Competing with Brother Yu for the top prize in martial arts? Yes! Have courage!"

"Where did you rank in the city last time? No. 2 in Wushu or No. 1 in Wushu?"

"Come on, come on, take a quick test. If you don't have a weight of 6,000 or 7,000 kilograms, I'm afraid I won't be able to compete for the top prize in martial arts."

Everyone was talking with great interest.

Song Chengyu raised his head towards him: "Go."

Fang Ke smiled.

Come forward.

A group of people looked at him.

Especially Han Peng, although he has deep faith in Brother Yu, he really doesn't believe in Fang Ke.

This guy has been the top scholar in humanities for three years.

Who would believe that he suddenly wants to be the top scholar in martial arts?

Others are looking at him.

Those from the martial arts class of No. 1 Middle School, and those from the martial arts classes of other schools.

Everyone is looking forward to it.

No one laughs.

Fang Ke accumulates strength.

Type.

Bang!

The dynamometer made a loud noise and trembled violently.

The numbers on the monitor jumped wildly, and numbers appeared quickly.
Chapter completed!