"Don't disturb me. Studying rituals is one of my hobbies. Just stay here and I'll ask my assistant to arrange a room for you."
"Ah, right!"
Mo Yunxiao was about to get up when he suddenly thought of something.
"It just so happens that the federal semi-annual concrete professional qualification certificate application assessment will be held in one month. We at Beihe Heavy Industry also have a group of players who are actively preparing for the exam. How about coming with me and taking a look?"
Seeing Fang Heng's confused look, Mo Yunxiao explained patiently.
"The federation implements strict controls on players' behavior of opening 'locks'. Only those who pass the assessment are considered to have legal status."
"In addition to identity and background, the assessment content also has some requirements for strength."
Fang Heng nodded, confused in his heart.
But what’s so good about that thing?
Moreover, he was instinctively disgusted with this kind of control behavior by the federation.
Besides, he has now opened the first level of embodiment and is considered a 'black account'.
He will not participate in any assessments in the future.
"Ha, just do me a small favor. I will take you to my game room first. I believe everyone will welcome you very much."
Mo Jiawei became interested as soon as he heard this, "Game hall? Uncle, I want to go too!"
…
North River Stadium.
The game hall is the largest venue.
Twelve large arenas are placed in the center of the venue.
Futon, training stakes, boxing gloves...
Most of the students are in their twenties to thirties.
Fang Heng also saw a few young people under the age of eighteen.
At first glance, this place looks more like a martial arts gym?
As soon as he stepped into the stadium, some memories about his body came to Fang Heng's mind again.
Fang Heng has been training in game halls like this since junior high school.
He suffered a lot, and it took him more than four years to brush all attributes to the full value of 5 points.
Ordinary players are different. After they enter the game, their basic attributes generally fluctuate within the range of 3-4.5.
Mo Yunxiao clapped his hands, led Fang Heng to the center of the largest arena, and called the players who were training in the stadium to assemble.
[To be honest, I have been using Yeguo to read and catch up on books recently. I can switch sources and read aloud with many sounds. www. Android and Apple are available.]
"Let me introduce to you, this is Fang Heng."
Upon hearing Fang Heng's name, the underground players started discussing in low voices.
"Fang Heng? It looks so familiar...where have I heard it before?"
"Idiot, Magic Tower, have you ever heard of Genius Boy? It was popular for a while at that time."
"Ah? Is it really him?"
"Who is it? Is it very powerful?"
"I haven't heard of it, so I don't know."
"It used to be quite powerful, but I heard that it became useless for some reason."
"Yes, it's him. I searched his name on the Internet..."
What's going on? You're quite famous?
Fang Heng was also a little confused when he heard the discussions among the players.
"Fang Heng used to be a professional gamer. Due to some reasons, he retired from the professional gamer stage. During this time, he will conduct some restorative training with us. Everyone is welcome."
The students stopped discussing and applauded sparsely.
"So..." Mo Yunxiao looked around the crowd with a smile, "Is there anyone who wants to come and compete with Fang Heng?"
Um?
Fang Heng turned to look at Mo Yunxiao.
Mo Yunxiao still had a faint smile on his face.
He leaned over and whispered in Fang Heng's ear: "It's okay, it's just for fun. Remember to use your full strength, otherwise you will suffer."
"I come!"
Among the many players, an energetic young man waved his hand excitedly, walked out of the crowd bravely and stood opposite Fang Heng.
The other players also pushed back and formed a circle, leaving ample room for the two of them to perform.
Fang Heng frowned.
What do you mean? Start fighting directly?
Mo Jiawei was so excited that he cheered Fang Heng in the crowd, "Master, come on! Fuck him!"
"call out!"
Seeing Fang Heng standing there carelessly, Wu Peng felt a little unhappy.
Wu Peng hugged Fang Heng.
"I am Wu Peng, 29 years old, first-level embodiment, please give me some advice."
After saying that, Wu Peng approached cautiously, launched a tentative attack, and swept his huge fist from Fang Heng's right side.
Fang Heng knew that he had the ability to manifest at the first level.
The average value of his basic attributes is about 30, which is much higher than ordinary people!
Although he was unable to use the skill in the game - bullet time, his high agility attributes and perception still allowed him to clearly capture and judge the entire trajectory of Wu Peng's punch.
The incoming fist was still in mid-air.
Fang Heng's body memory was activated.
As if he had rehearsed it thousands of times in advance, Fang Heng moved half a step to the side and turned his body slightly to the side, easily dodging Wu Peng's fist.
He raised his right hand and punched Wu Peng in the face.
Once you take action, go all out!
The speed of punching was as fast as Fang Heng could reach!
Wu Peng instantly felt enveloped by a fist.
Shouldn’t professors on both sides test it out at the beginning?
Wu Peng was so frightened by the punch that he broke into a cold sweat. He quickly retracted his hands to protect himself.
"boom!"
"Tap, step, step."
Wu Peng was punched on the arm and took three steps back with a look of disbelief on his face.
What a heavy fist!
Mo Yunxiao's eyes also flashed with surprise.
The whole venue was a little quiet for a while.
Among the people in the training ground, Wu Peng's strength is among the best.
Was he knocked back several steps with just one punch?
Wu Peng curled his lips and shook his numb right hand.
He didn't feel that he was lacking in strength, he just felt that he was careless.
Just as he was about to continue on, he saw that Mo Yunxiao had already walked up to Fang Heng.
"Pa bang bang..."
Mo Yunxiao took the lead in applauding.
The students reacted upon seeing this and applauded together.
"That's it for today's competition. Let's continue training."
The outcome has not yet been determined, is this the end?
The students were quite disappointed.
Everyone dispersed and continued training and chatting in twos and threes.
Fang Heng stood aside, lowering his head and thinking.
In the game, his strength attribute is already higher than 30 points.
With full force, a fist can easily penetrate a thinner steel plate.
But when he just fought against Wu Peng, he felt that the opponent's strength was not inferior to his own.
There are people outside!
Fang Heng felt that he had become a little swollen recently.
I thought that my strength attribute was already top-notch, but I didn't expect that if I randomly pulled someone out of the training ground, they would be able to give me a close fight.
"Wu Peng is the top one among these people. He has already entered the mid-level game. Based on his strength, there is absolutely no problem in passing the federal concrete qualification certificate application assessment."
Mo Yunxiao walked to Fang Heng and whispered: "In addition, his strength attribute is 9.4."
What?
Only 9.4?
Fang Heng suspected that he had heard wrongly. He turned around and looked at Mo Yunxiao in surprise.
"Realize? Your strength attribute in the game is at least 15 points, right?"
"Um."
Fang Heng nodded.
"You just started the ritual, but you didn't really master the ritual skills."
Mo Yunxiao also had a smile on his face, but he was no less surprised than Fang Henglai.
It's just the entry-level game, and his basic strength attribute has already exceeded 15 points!
Not only the strength attribute, judging from the punch just now, the agility and perception are also not low.