The rotating table began to rotate again. This time, someone was obviously doing something secretly. The rotating speed was much faster than before. All the scabbards and scabbards rotated almost into a disc.
Ding Meng didn't even look at the turntable. He spread out his left palm, gently threw up the four knives, and then tapped his right index finger four times in the air quickly.
With a "click" sound, the four knives actually stopped the machine at the same time.
You didn't need to look at it to know that all four knives hit the target. However, when everyone watched carefully, the electronic screen showed the ruthless score: "22450 points."
The big man's smile froze instantly, and his mouth slowly grew to form an "O" shape. The people around him were also dumbfounded for a moment. What's wrong with this?
22,000 points. On average, the score of each sword is more than 5,000 points. Compared with 5,000 points, 1,600 points is really nothing. Anyone who knows anything knows that this is not a difference in points, but a difference of at least four levels in martial arts.
The great realm is above.
The big man stood there dumbfounded. The highest record of the Sword Turntable in the Voyage Alliance was 3989 points with one sword, but the man in front of him not only had 5500 points with one sword, but also had four swords fired at once. The most annoying thing is that they still use their fingers to pop out.
Don't even look at the direction.
Do you still want someone to live?
The big man woke up and was about to approach Ding Meng with a condom. Unexpectedly, someone walked out from the crowd and looked at Ding Meng with contempt: "These are just children's ways of playing house. Are you interested in playing something more aggressive?"
"
This person was also tall and tall. He was wearing a set of training clothes. When he came out, the people on both sides spontaneously got out of the way. It seemed that he should be the more powerful person in this place. Ding Meng felt it slightly. This man in the training clothes should be
The War Lord of the thermal system.
"What kind of fierceness?" Ding Meng asked.
The training uniform pointed proudly not far away: "Try this!"
Looking in the direction of his finger, there was a row of boxing machines in the west corner. Ding Meng had also seen this type of boxing machine before. It was exactly the kind he saw in Christine Academy. It was similar to a treadmill.
Stand on the running belt and face the cowhide target directly in front of you and just punch.
This kind of machine is relatively simple in design and is usually used by beginners. It stands to reason that with the reputation of the six sects, the equipment used in daily life should not be so shabby. Presumably, the Yuanhang Alliance focuses its resources on research and development, and it has no impact on the source energy users.
I don’t put much effort into practicing.
Practitioner convinced: "We are all psychics. This place is too narrow. Using psychic powers can easily spread to the surrounding areas. What do you think? It's still the same old rules, pure power."
Ding Meng nodded: "That's the truth."
The man in the training suit stretched out his hand and said: "Okay, I'll let you, you are a guest, you come first."
Ding Meng waved his hand and said: "No, you should come first. Guests are welcome."
The training suit secretly rejoiced, this guy is a bit of a novice and doesn't understand this routine. If you let me come first, there is no way you can surpass me.
The training suit slowly walked onto the machine, standing still and not in a hurry to do anything. However, those who were interested could still see that the veins on the training suit's arms had popped out, obviously it was secretly accumulating strength.
After a moment, the training suit suddenly took a lunge and punched out with a "bang".
“Ding ding ding ding————”
The scorer under the target rang for a full ten seconds before stopping. The score generated by this punch was a complete "20,000 points!"
People around started cheering again, but Ding Meng frowned.
The training suit didn't show a proud expression, and said calmly: "If your punch can exceed my strength, I will lose."
Ding Meng sighed: "It can't be surpassed."
Everyone was stunned immediately, and they didn't understand why this kid was so scared this time.
In fact, others don't know the secrets here, but Ding Meng knows best. This kind of machine is usually used for students to practice, because the students are all energy users, and their body tempering is still in the initial stage.
How can there be any explosive power based on hand strength?
Therefore, the maximum score that a cowhide target can carry is about 20,000 points, which means that the impact force of a single punch is about 40,000 kilograms. What is the concept? Even the large devourers on Medi Star will be knocked away by this punch.
It can go out dozens of meters away, and it has the effect of causing serious injuries with one punch.
I think back when Ding Meng was in the martial arts hall of the Nuoxing Empire, he only scored over 400 points after running the source energy. By relying solely on the pure power explosion, the junior war master had exactly this score. In other words, the score obtained by this training suit was already the highest.
, if stronger power is used, this machine will break down.
However, the training uniform is also worthy of praise. It is particularly valuable that the pure strength score can be such a high score, and it is accurately controlled at 20,000. At least it shows that he has real abilities in fists and strength.
But now that Ding Meng gave in, the training suit couldn't hold back his anger. He said proudly: "It's good that you can clearly see the difference. After all, our Yuanhang Alliance is also one of the six major factions. If you want to join, you must have hard power.
, understand? Hard power!”
Seeing his serious look, Ding Meng couldn't help but laugh: "Don't get too happy too soon. I just admit that I can't beat him in terms of scores, but that doesn't mean I don't have any hard power."
The training uniform was also smiling: "Haha, please take it out and let me see it."
Ding Meng smiled and said: "If this can be called hard power, the punch you just made is really just asking a child to play house."
After saying that, he punched the air on the spot. He was standing at least 10 meters away from the machine, but as soon as his fist came out, there was a sharp "hula" sound, and everyone present felt that Ding Meng's fist was flowing out.
A great invisible force.
This force hit the target, and the scorer kept ringing "ding ding ding". The score instantly soared to "20998". However, when it reached "21000", the entire machine suddenly flew out.
, hit the steel plate of the west wall like a cannonball, and turned into a cloud of smoke with a "boom".
For a moment, there was silence in the hall. If the previous two competitions were just fancy, then this time it was serious. Not only did this punch exceed 20,000 points, but it also turned the machine into ashes. It was still a familiar formula.
The most irritating thing is that people are still punching cows from across the mountain. If this punch really hits someone, no one present can withstand it.
This guy is still the weakest among the group of people, can you believe it?
The crowd was really quiet, everyone looked at me and I looked at you, meaning who else wants to have sex?
But the training suit exclaimed: "No, you cheated, you cheated, you used psychic powers..."
Ding Meng was too lazy to argue. Are you running the source energy? Haven't you counted in your mind? Or do you think the source energy users around you are fools? They have no perception ability?
"Shut up!" A majestic voice came from the door.
An old man with white hair walked in slowly. He was wearing formal work clothes, but his aura was not weak. It was initially judged that he was an intermediate combat master.
The old man stepped forward and glared at the training suit: "You can't even tell the difference between the vibrating power, the explosive power, and the penetrating power. What did you practice all day? Get out of here, don't embarrass yourself here."
As soon as the old man scolded him, he immediately retreated into the crowd with his head downcast.
The old man then walked up to Ding Meng, stretched out his hand and said, "Hello, little brother, I am Baihao, the person in charge of the security department here."
Ding Meng shook hands and said: "Hello, Ding Meng!"
Baihao turned to look at Yu Mingzhe: "Mr. Yu, there is no need to test, I want all these young people."
Yu Mingzhe hesitated: "Bai Lao means that Brother Ding and the others passed the test?"
A sly smile appeared on Baihao's face: "Mr. Yu, people like Brother Ding are willing to join our Yuanhang Alliance. This is our alliance's blessing."
"Oh?" Yu Mingzhe was a little surprised. He saw Ding Meng's performance just now, and he also knew that Ding Meng was very powerful, but Ding Meng and the others were really too young. In his mind, young people in their twenties and thirties, no matter how powerful they were.
Limited.
Baihao looked at Ding Meng again and said with a smile: "Brother Ding, is your Geng Geng this year?"
Ding Meng said: "Twenty-five."
Baihao showed a hint of envy: "You are so young, I admire you!"
Ding Meng said: "Don't dare!"
Baihao said: "Brother Ding, don't worry, I can make the decision for the boss and the others. You are now a formal member of our Voyage Alliance. Anyone who is dissatisfied can stand up."
Some people must be unhappy, so the training suit muttered in a low voice: "Isn't it just that his boxing skills are better!"
Baihao glared at him again: "You are so ignorant and fearless. Every one of you thinks that you have some tricks up your sleeve. Even the masters can't see it. You are blinded in vain."
The training suit argued: "If you have the ability to compete in the arena, beating the machine to gain points is nothing."
Baihao was too lazy to pay attention to him and said in a deep voice: "Everyone, please stand aside."
When he spoke like this, the crowd immediately and spontaneously retreated more than 20 meters away. It seemed that Baihao was about to take action himself.
Baihao said: "If I read it correctly, Brother Ding is from the Heat Department, right?"
Ding Meng nodded and said, "The old man has good eyesight."
Baihao clenched the joints on his fists and said with a smile: "I am also happy to see Hunter Xin, and I can't help but want to try Brother Ding's strength, but my old bones can't stand the torment, so I can only accompany Brother Ding."
It’s over.”
Ding Meng stretched out his hand politely: "Old man, please!"
He was saying "please", but he also secretly cheered up. This Baihao's strength should be more than an intermediate warrior, because Baihao has slightly activated a trace of source energy, which means that his aura has been raised to the level of a junior warrior.
However, this aura is very deep and powerful, which shows that the old man's basic skills were very solid when he was young.
Sure enough, Baihao suddenly backhanded and punched Ding Meng in the air. The same ferocious wind of fists hit Ding Meng.
Ding Meng did not move, letting the wind of the fist sweep over him. His body only trembled slightly, and then he quickly spread the palm of his right hand towards the ground.
There was a loud "bang", and an alloy steel plate on the ground was blown out of shape, just like a piece of tofu on the ground that had been stepped on.
The training suit was still a little unconvinced at first, but when he saw the scene in front of him, his face suddenly turned pale. He was not ashamed, but really frightened. Not to mention that he was frightened, the crowd around him was also shocked.
Bai Lao used this punch to release his source power, and combined with the strength of the fist to form a strong wind. However, Ding Meng did not fight back. He used the front of his body to catch the force, and then guided the force into his arm and finally into the ground, so he
With this effect.
Dare to play like this means one thing, this Ding Meng's strength is probably not inferior to Bai Lao, Bai Lao is a master of level 9 Lingwu. Is this Ding Meng a spiritual general?
