He thought about his father who died tragically despite being a high-ranking member of the gang, about his father's warning not to let him join the gang, about his mother's request that he must learn martial arts, and about his family that was left in the cold after his father's death.
"I can't give up! If the Qingfeng Sect can't even pass the first test, why can the other sects pass it!"
The look in Mei Song's eyes became more determined, and then she slowly stood up.
"You want to leave? I'll take you out." Rong Heng, a round-faced man, said with a smile.
"No, I have a second chance!"
Mei Song looked at his right hand that was completely stained red with blood, and there was a rare hint of cruelty in his tone.
Rong Heng's expression changed, and a trace of annoyance arose in his heart. Since you want to commit suicide, it's up to you to do it!
Then he handed the inferior boxing glove to Mei Song.
Mei Song put the gloves on his hands and stared intently at the blood cow drum in front of him.
"Song'er, Menghu Fist is a secret tradition of the Golden Tiger Gang. As a father, I cannot teach it to you privately. But the way of boxing lies not only in arm strength, but also in the waist, back and legs.
The strength of the three parts of the waist, back and legs are integrated, and the right arm is driven forward to deliver a fatal blow!"
Thinking of his father's past teachings, Mei Song suddenly had an epiphany at this moment.
He stepped on the ground with his left foot, raised his right foot slightly, turned his body slightly backward, and then twisted his waist violently, causing all the power of the back muscles to pour into his right arm, and smashed it forward!
'Boring!'
A metallic knocking sound suddenly sounded.
At the same time, Mei Song also let out a muffled groan, and his arm stiffened in mid-air again, unable to put it down for a long time. He even heard the sound of bone cracking in the ulna of his right hand just now.
Behind them, the round-faced man Rong Heng and the square-faced man Gao Yue all changed their expressions and looked at Mei Song in disbelief.
No one knows the hardness of this blood cow drum better than they do. If ordinary people want to bang it, their bones will probably be broken before they can even do it. The cruelty of this young man really exceeded their expectations!
"How is this possible!" Rong Heng exclaimed in shock, "He is just a baby with not even full hair!"
"It's over now. The leader told me that he must not be allowed to pass the first test, otherwise he will be imprisoned for a year." Gao Yue's face was extremely gloomy.
In front of the blood cow drum.
Although the bone-chilling pain in his right hand kept coming, Mei Song still showed a smile. He passed the first level!
He only needs to pass the first level to successfully enter the Qingfeng Sect!
When she thought of this, Mei Song almost jumped up with joy.
At this time, Gao Yue, a man with a square face, walked up to Mei Song and said loudly: "Congratulations on your entry. I can call you Junior Brother Mei from now on."
Mei Song said shyly: "Thank you, senior brother, but it's still early."
The people around who came to participate in the test also heard Gao Yue's words and couldn't help but question it.
"Why can he get started after passing the first test? We have to go through three!"
"The place he just passed was extremely difficult. He was really at the bottom among us."
"Why! Why! This is not fair!"
Hearing the comments from the people around her, Mei Song's young face turned red.
The square-faced man Gao Yue scolded disdainfully: "What are you shouting about? Junior Brother Mei and his elders have shown great kindness to me, Qingfeng Sect, do you have any?"
After hearing Gao Yue's words, the discussion at the scene became even louder.
"It turned out to be a related household."
"What a shame!"
"Such a bad guy, I just passed the first test in one go." This was the voice of a young girl.
Hearing the contemptuous voices of everyone, Mei Song's face turned from red to white, and his head was about to explode!
"This star really wants to retire"
In the past ten years, he has stayed at Mei's house and has never been out. He is well protected by Hall Master Mei and his family.
I usually get compliments from everyone I meet, but I have never experienced such a scene of being collectively despised and questioned.
After all, he is just a boy under the age of thirteen!
"I want to take part in the second test!" Mei Song looked resolute and said to Gao Yue next to him.
"Do you want to think about this again? After all, the second test is much more difficult than the first." Gao Yue felt happy, but he still pretended to be kind and warned.
Hearing what Gao Yue said, Mei Song held her neck high and said, "Thank you for your kindness, but I want to give it a try!"
At this time, blood was still dripping from his right hand, but his face was resolute, and he was obviously determined.
The second test is passing through the thorny road.
This road is about three feet wide and fifty steps long. The road is covered with white spikes of unknown material, about an inch long, and the spikes are in the shape of an inverted triangle. Countless of them lined up together make people feel terrified.
.
"This is a white oak thorn, its hardness is only slightly worse than iron. Wear the special shoes we distribute and walk on it, you will feel the pricking of needles. Once you walk on it, you will be considered a pass."
"If you can't bear it, just jump to the side, but everyone only has one chance."
The man in charge of this level looked to be in his twenties and introduced it to everyone who entered the second level.
About one-tenth of the people were eliminated in the first level, but most of the people present were still there.
At this time, the man in his twenties who had easily passed the first level before confidently stepped forward and took off his soap-toed boots.
Then he put on the special cloth shoes handed over by the disciples of the Qingfeng Sect. The soles were painted with a layer of white, as if they were coated with a special material.
As soon as the man stepped onto the thorny road, his expression changed and he gritted his teeth without making a sound.
He took a step forward with difficulty. After taking this step, his whole body began to twitch and his face became a little distorted.
"ah!"
After only ten steps, he jumped to the side with a loud cry.
He couldn't help but take off his shoes, and everyone could see clearly that the soles of his big feet were covered with numerous red spots and bumps, obviously caused by thorns. Fortunately, there were special shoes to stop them, otherwise the soles of his feet would have been riddled with wounds.
hole!
This man in his twenties couldn't bear it. Most of the people present were young teenagers. How could he bear it?
Everyone's expressions changed, and a few people even backed down. After all, even if the Qingfeng Sect failed, they could still try again in other sects.
Sure enough, a few more people walked up next, and the most walked less than twenty steps.
Most of the people on the field tried and screamed again and again, but only a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old barely passed. But after he passed, he suddenly fell to the ground and fainted.
Mei Song was also pounding in his heart. His right hand was still in excruciating pain, and he didn't know if he could pass.
Finally it was Mei Song's turn. He stepped forward and a man with a square face smiled and handed the special cloth shoes to him.
No one knew that the white material underneath the cloth shoes had just been scratched three times by the square-faced man with his sword.
Mei Song had no idea how malicious some people in this sect were towards him!