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Chapter 4 The King of Wind

 "Apprentice No. 2, what is your name?"

Tanya asked with interest.

"Alan Panthers."

"Your hound pace is quite proficient and your performance is good."

Tanya returns the black belt to Allen.

"What's even more rare is that after you lost your black belt, you quickly reacted and stopped running forward."

"In the past, most of the candidates who took the exam had traveled a long way to find out that their black belt was gone."

"From this perspective, although your first attempt failed, I am optimistic that you can pass."

"How about taking a break first and trying again?"

Tanya gives gentle advice.

Allen heard her subtext.

The gap in strength between each other is there.

If you failed to pass the test the first time, why can you pass it the second time?

The implication of Tanya's words is actually to let go.

For the first time, Allen’s extreme reactions and explosive power were tested.

It's a pretty good seedling.

The second time, there is no need to be so strict.

It's not difficult to just turn a blind eye and get by for a minute.

From this detail, Allen can tell.

Tanya's emotional intelligence, including the details of how she handles people, is much better than that rough guy Tafman.

It's also a shame, but Tanya's approach makes it impossible for other candidates to find fault.

I rested on the sidelines for half a minute.

Allen takes on the second challenge.

Still the same tactic, delayed for half a minute.

Still being cornered by senior sister.

However, this time, Allen did not act according to the script.

Facing Tanya who was pressing closer and closer, he drew 3 points of magic power and activated another movement technique.

The body shook at high frequency, and the whole person became blurred.

"This is...butterfly dance?!"

Tanya was slightly startled.

Allen seized this fleeting opportunity and rushed out!

Tanya reached out and grabbed it, her fingertips passed through the afterimage of Allen, and it was empty!

He quickly turned around and chased after him.

Allen doesn’t have to look back.

The sound of footsteps approaching his ears was enough to indicate that the distance between Tanya and him was shortening rapidly!

The two chased and escaped.

Only an arm's length away.

Allen superimposed the "hound step" on top of the "butterfly dance step"!

Dragging a string of afterimages, the direction suddenly changed!

Narrowly evading Tanya’s falcon-like swooping attack!

Time keeps passing.

The assistant coach has started counting down the seconds on the sidelines.

All the candidates, including Tafman, looked fascinated on the sidelines.

Use the two body skills alternately to keep walking dangerously on the edge of the blade.

Although this has not reached Allen's limit, he still has a hidden skill of "Mistake Step".

But his performance is outstanding enough and excellent enough!

Tanya can be faster and try to catch Allen before the time expires.

But that makes no sense.

She has not forgotten her identity as an examiner.

So he maintained the current speed, hung slowly behind Allen, and accompanied him through the last ten seconds of the performance.

Before Allen left the field, Tanya came over to shake hands with him as a sign of encouragement.

"Alan Panthers, your performance in the first two games was good."

"Even if you fail the third level, you are still qualified to stay in the martial arts gym and receive key training."

"So from now on, you can call me senior sister."

"Junior Brother Allen, keep up the good work and wish you good luck!"

"Thank you, senior sister, I will continue to work hard!"

Senior sister's favor makes other candidates deeply envious.

Allen felt even greater pressure.

Tanya, you have to listen and listen.

"Even if you fail to pass the third level, you can still stay"...

Isn’t this just vaccination in advance?

The implication is that the third level is very difficult!

Extremely, extremely difficult!!

It's not that easy to become Pan Sen's personal disciple.

Even Allen, who ranked first in overall performance in the first two levels, has little hope of passing the third level.

That's why Tanya comforted him in advance.

Relax your mind and don't care too much about gains and losses.

Allen was grateful to his senior sister for her kindness, but he was also deeply curious.

What are the test questions for the third level?

How difficult is it?

You don’t need to wait too long to answer these questions.

Candidates after Allen were persuaded to withdraw by Tanya.

In the end, only two people survived the danger.

Counting Allen, there are a total of three candidates waiting to take the third level test.

The first level is to examine strength.

The second level is to examine agility.

So the third level should logically examine spiritual will.

The question is, what is the test method?

You won’t have to cross the mountain of swords and get into the frying pan...

Are candidates required to rely on willpower to resist hypnotic magic?

Including Allen, the three candidates who have reached this level all have many guesses in their minds.

It turned out that they all guessed wrong.

Senior sister and senior brother brought tables, chairs, ink, paper and pens.

Pan Sen was wearing a long robe, a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and a small blackboard under his arm. He walked squarely to the examination room.

This level 3 violent warlock is obviously a tall, burly, muscular man.

The way she dresses and behaves, but she deliberately displays the elegance of an intellectual, giving people a...contrastingly cute impression.

Allen couldn't help but snicker in his heart when he looked at Instructor Pan Sen whose painting style was inconsistent.

The last exam.

Pan Sen presided over it personally and gave two test questions.

Time limit is 30 minutes.

You must give correct answers to both questions to pass.

Allen took the test paper handed over by Tanya.

First review questions.

After reading the question, I had a hard time resisting the urge to laugh.

He lowered his head and peeked left and right.

As expected, the other two candidates had stunned and shocked expressions.

Allen tried hard to control his facial expression and looked like he was frowning and thinking.

Who would have thought?

The entrance exam for the violent warlock reached the final level... He actually took the cultural class?!

Two questions from Pan Sen.

Frankly speaking, it’s not difficult.

The first question is to solve a quadratic equation of one variable.

The second question is to recite a poem on the spot.

But then again...

Apprentices of violent sorcerers spend their main energy on physical training, and few take into account cultural accomplishment as well.

It’s really hard for these simple-minded and well-developed teenagers to solve equations and recite poems.

The other two candidates seemed to be struggling with their math scores.

Staring at the equations on the test paper, scratching my head and wondering where to start.

Allen finished solving the equation slowly and put down the quill.

Pan Sen came over to look at his answer sheet.

Nod slightly, showing approval.

Next, you can recite other people’s poems or create your own on the spot.

Of course, nonsensical limericks and jingles may not pass the test.

At this level, the focus is on literary and artistic literacy.

Even if you don’t know how to write poetry, you can at least tell the difference between good and bad, and demonstrate a certain level of aesthetic taste and appreciation.

Allen does not have the talent to write a poem in seven steps.

You can only copy other people's works.

Fortunately, he had been a literary youth for a while in his previous life.

I can’t write poetry, but at least I’ve read a lot, so I still have some reserves in my stomach.

After thinking for a while, Allen thought of a very stylish poem.

Recite it immediately:

……

My flags line up,

There is no entanglement with each other,

My songs are in a line.

I am gathering flowers and mobilizing pines and cypresses,

Spread the sky into a canopy.

I love, I live,

I was born in words.

Under the morning banner

Gather butterflies and cultivate fruits;

Me and the raindrops

In the cloud and its rattle,

Spend the night in the ocean.

I command the stars, I stop and look forward,

I enthroned myself,

The king of style!

……

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