Ding Meng quickly figured out the rules of this qualification test. The Yuan Voyage Alliance now has more than 120,000 members, which is the smallest among the six major sects. Even the ordinary sects far exceed this number.
Among the 120,000 people, 110,000 of them are technical talents in professional fields. There are actually less than 10,000 combat-type energy users. Most of these more than 9,000 energy users are building security personnel and starship staff. Only
Fleet commanders like Kadiga are the real combat warriors. However, among the more than 9,000 people, Kadiga is considered quite powerful. The strength of the Voyage Alliance is indeed a bit weak.
The test was conducted in the training center on the 20th floor underground. The location of this floor alone shows how little attention the Voyage Alliance attaches to combat-type energy users, and this so-called training center is completely different from the martial arts gym of the Nox Star Empire.
It's almost like a spacious metal hall, surrounded by various training equipment. There are several alloy arenas in the distance. There are also a lot of people in twos and threes. Most of them are fighting, and some people are practicing swords and shooting.
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Khadiga did not follow him because he had been summoned by the senior management to attend the meeting. However, the vice president was kind enough to give him face and brought his young assistant down personally.
This was the first time for the six Junling people to enter a real human society. It was inevitable that everything was new and they all looked around curiously.
Seeing Vice President Yu Mingzhe appear in person at the training center, the energy players around him straightened their backs to say hello. Yu Mingzhe cleared his throat and said, "Everyone, stop for a moment. These seven newcomers are here today."
Brothers and sisters who are participating in the test, it is best to take care of them..."
The training center is basically filled with all kinds of energy users in the combat field of the Voyage Alliance. The rules are very simple. If you can compete with them and get their approval, then you will pass.
"Is it that simple?" Xiaojian was a little surprised.
"This is not easy." The assistant came over and explained in a low voice, "Little brother, these people are very powerful. If you can defeat any one of them, you will pass. They are all almighty."
"Oh!" Xiaojian responded casually.
At this time, there was a lot of discussion in the hall:
"A new person is here today, it's fun again!"
"Are you here to be tortured?"
"Where do these people come from? Are they promoted from the arena?"
"Do you see what they are wearing?"
"There are still people wearing animal skin costumes these days. Maybe they escaped from the slave market..."
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It is normal for these people to have this idea. Before Ding Meng and the others landed, Ding Meng, Jun Ling, and Qin Qin changed into slightly cleaner clothes. Elephant, Xiao Bao, and Xiao Jian were free and wild.
Now, I still don't feel comfortable with interstellar fashion, so I still wear the same outfit as on Maddie, looking like a savage.
The assistant asked Xiaojian at this time: "Little brother, what are you good at?"
"Good at?" Xiaojian was a little confused: "I'm good at killing monsters!"
There was a burst of laughter all around:
"This kid is actually good at killing monsters!"
"Which monster should I fight? Kill a chicken or steal a cow?"
“You’ve played too many virtual games, do you think this place is for killing monsters and upgrading?”
The assistant also felt that his question was too unprofessional, so he simply changed his words and said: "Okay, what is your department? Are you good at using weapons?"
Xiao Jian said: "Me? It should be the light speed type. I prefer to use knives."
So a young man from the crowd immediately walked out carelessly: "Brother, what kind of knife are you good at? I am also a knife player. How about I help you with a few moves?"
Xiaojian was about to answer when he suddenly noticed that Jun Ling was winking at him. He immediately understood that this place was the God War Star Ring, not the Medi Star. He couldn't just fight casually, just give him a hint.
So Xiaojian answered honestly: "You can't."
The young man was suddenly stunned: "Why?"
Xiaojian said: "You are too weak."
"You!" The young man was annoyed, "You kid, you look down on me?"
Xiao Jian said: "I'm telling the truth."
The young man didn't argue and turned around and said, "Bring me a knife."
Someone in the crowd immediately handed over a sharp dagger. The knife was not a sharp weapon, but the kind of thick-edged dagger used in daily practice.
At this time, someone threw a small piece of wood into the air, and there was a flash of white light. The wood seemed to have not changed much, but when it fell on the ground, it shattered into three pieces, and the volume of each piece was almost exactly the same.
This knife is not only fast and precise, but also very clever in technique. It can "break three times with one knife", which proves that the young man has good attainments in knife skills.
"How is it?" The young man said with a smile on his face, "If you can still show your skills, I will recognize you."
What's the point of cutting wood? Xiaojian really wanted to reply to him, but now that everyone was competing, he could only say: "Okay, just give me a piece of wood."
Someone in the crowd immediately threw a piece of wood. The person who threw it was obviously joking, because the wood seemed to be thrown, but in fact it bounced towards Xiaojian's face. The speed was not too slow. If he was not careful, he would be hit.
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There was a loud "dang" sound.
No one knew what was going on, but someone in the crowd fell down.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out that the piece of wood bounced back and hit the person who hit it on the nose, causing the other person's nose to bleed. This hand strength is indeed the strength of sword practice.
Everyone turned around and saw that the young man's face was a little blue. His short knife was now in Xiao Jian's hand. Xiao Jian held the knife in front of his back to protect it. The wood bounced off the blade of the knife.
As for how the sword was taken away in an instant? Not only did the young man not know, but he also had no reaction. Anyone who practices swordsman should know how big the gap between the two is.
The crowd suddenly became quiet. Neither Yu Mingzhe nor his assistant were martial artists. They looked at each other, unsure of what Xiaojian's strength was.
"You are too weak!" Honest people still say this.
But the young man was so ashamed that he retreated silently.
"Is this test too simple?" Xiaojian asked the assistant.
"This..." The assistant was a little dumbfounded. The young man just now was an 8th-level spiritual warrior. He actually gave up without saying a word. The group of people in front of him did have some skills.
"Since you can use a knife, let me try it!" Another big man walked out of the crowd.
Ding Meng sighed: "Forget it, let me do it!"
He was anxious to come out not because he wanted to be limelight, but mainly because Xiaojian and the others were used to life-and-death fights on Medi Star, and they would kill with fatal blows. Even though Jun Ling had just hinted at it, Xiaojian's counterattack with a knife also killed that person.
The unlucky guy was knocked unconscious on the ground and was being carried out now. If it was the elephant, cub, and others' turn to take action later, they would be afraid of losing their lives.
Ding Meng turned to look at Yu Mingzhe: "Mr. Yu, I am the weakest in our team. If I can pass, then they will definitely be able to pass it. How about letting me test alone? We can all compete and compete.
It’s not good to be bloody.”
Of course Yu Mingzhe could hear the underlying meaning of these words. This little arrow was probably held back just now. If he really wanted to fight back with all his strength, the result would be unimaginable.
And when Ding Meng stepped forward, it would easily give everyone the false impression that Ding Meng was unspectacular, short, and looked a little thin. He might really be the weakest among the group.
The big man glared at Ding Meng: "You also use a knife?"
Ding Meng said calmly: "If you also chop wood, then there is no need."
The big man looked at him for a long time and said: "Okay, you are a good boy. Let's not play with those fancy things. Are you interested in competing?"
Ding Meng said: "How do you want to compare?"
The big man pointed to a machine in the distance and said, "How about we try this?"
Ding Meng has also seen this machine. It is a turning table for practicing cold weapons. It is similar to a windmill, but the windmill is covered with various scabbards and scabbards, rotating in a chaotic manner. It requires the same type of weapons to be inserted into the corresponding
Sheath, then your score will be assessed above the rotating table.
This test looks simple but is actually very difficult. For a master who uses a knife, it not only requires you to be skillful, fast and powerful, but also requires a very strict grasp of timing.
There are at least thirty scabbards hanging on this rotating platform. Once the machine is started, the rotating speed of the rotating platform is not inferior to that of the wheels. It is so dazzling that it is difficult to even see clearly, let alone inserting them.
It was also a short sword. The assistant gave one to Ding Meng and the big man each. The big man stood in front of the windmill, staring at the pile of spinning scabbards with all his attention. Suddenly he gave a sharp shout and sent out the knife fiercely.
There was a "click", and just by the sound, you knew that he had accurately sheathed the knife.
Sure enough, the rotating platform immediately stopped rotating, and the electronic screen above quickly displayed the score: "1608 points!"
"Beautiful! This knife is really beautiful!"
"Damn it, I actually broke through 1500 points with one stroke."
"Third brother is still very good. Even the four eyes can't reach your level..."
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The crowd immediately roared away, and it was obvious that the knife was of a high standard.
Ding Meng was actually somewhat appreciative. A 1,000-point score on this kind of cold-weapon rotating platform was considered quite good. It would be impossible to score 1,500 points after ten or eight years of hard training, because this is pure strength.
The combination of speed, direction and timing does not require you to move source energy.
The big man also looked at Ding Meng with a smug look on his face: "Boy, I don't say you can surpass me. If you can reach 1500 points, I will recognize you."
It makes sense for him to choose this competition. Xiaojian's shot just now used skill and technique, but his vision and strength may not be as strong as his, so he chose the rotating table to compete.
Ding Meng smiled and said, "You may not approve of me."
The big man also laughed: "What? A score of 1,600 scared you?"
"You are wrong!" Ding Meng turned to his assistant and said, "Can you give me a few more knives?"
Everyone looked at each other, what does this mean? Could it be that if you can't succeed once, you have to try a few more times to succeed?
The assistant quickly handed over the knives. There were three knives in total. Each knife was different in shape and size, which meant that Din Meng now had four different short knives in his hand.
Ding Meng then smiled at the big man and said, "I'm not scared, but I'm afraid of scaring you."
