Devouring the Starry Sky: Rising from Marrying a Wife

Chapter 7
"The second one, Yang Tong."

When Lu Yin returned to the crowd, Wu Tong called the second name.

Soon, a tall young man stepped out from the crowd.

His eyes were very sharp, and he was wearing expensive designer clothes, so he looked like a kid from a rich family at a glance.

Yang Tong had an arrogance on his face. When he looked at Lu Yin and the others, he was a little defiant, and he restrained himself a little when he faced Wu Tong.

"what."

Wu Tong glanced at the information card in his hand, showing a look of surprise, and said, "Boy, are you from the HR Alliance?"

Yang Tong nodded slightly, and said calmly, "Jiangnan City, Yang Family."

"Yang family?"

"Is that the Yang family of the twelve largest families in the HR Alliance?"

Surprised expressions appeared on the faces of everyone around, and they looked at Yang Tong with a hint of envy.

The Yang family, even for some warriors, is a behemoth that cannot be messed with.

On the contrary, Wu Tong laughed, touched his chin, and said: "It's really interesting, you people from the HR Alliance also came to our Extreme Martial Arts Hall for the quasi-martial artist assessment?"

However, this is not uncommon in the country.

Like these family-style powers, eggs are often not put in only one basket.

Although the Yang family is one of the twelve largest families of the HR Alliance in the country, it does not prevent some clansmen with martial arts talents from joining the Extreme Martial Arts, Thunder and Lightning Martial Arts, or the military.

For this kind of behavior, the major forces just turned a blind eye to it.

"Alright, let's start the assessment."

Wu Tong said casually.

Yang Tong nodded, and strode towards the punch test machine, only to see that he punched forward with almost no force.

boom!
A loud noise - "1335Kg!"

"Amazing!"

"Another one weighing more than [-] kilograms!"

"As expected of a family member!"

All the eyes on the scene fell on Yang Tong, and their faces were full of shock.

It's just that after being shocked, those middle-aged people in their 30s felt a little uncomfortable in their hearts.

I think they practice martial arts diligently every day, and after decades of hard work, they are eligible to participate in the quasi-martial artist assessment.

However, now they are easily left behind by the children of these families.

"People, it's all like this, you have to accept your fate!"

An uncle in his 40s shook his head and said with some emotion.

The way of a warrior depends on talent, resources, and background!

In the final analysis, it is fate!
Middle-aged people like them who are already very old, even if they become warriors, they will only become bodyguards or thugs of a big family like the Yang family in the end.

Some people were born in Rome already.

"That's right. You're only 20 years old this year. Even with the support of your family, it's not bad to be able to do this."

"It's a seedling!"

Wu Tong couldn't help but nodded and said.

On the contrary, Lu Yin stood behind the crowd, watching this scene with a calm expression and no shock, as if an old monk had fallen into a trance.

In his opinion, it has nothing to do with him whether this Yang Tong is a child of the family, or a poor family, whether he is extremely talented, or just superficial.

Lu Yin only needs to become stronger little by little, and walk out of his own way of warrior.

Soon, the following six people also completed the punching test, and no one failed.

It's just that, with Yang Tongzhuyu in front, the behavior of the others is nothing special.

"Next is the speed test."

"The order is in the reverse order."

Wu Tong walked to the side of the speed test instrument and turned on the machine.

The speed test was also very fast, but it took five or six minutes, and everyone completed the test.

Lu Yin's score is 28.9m/s, which is much higher than the passing line.

On the contrary, Yang Wu only ran at a speed of 24.1m/s and failed the quasi-warrior examination.

"Damn, it's unlucky, it's almost there!"

After Yang Wu saw his results, he shook his head helplessly.

"It's okay, go back and practice again, and come back next time."

Lu Yin patted Yang Wu's shoulder and comforted him.

Of course, in Lu Yin's heart, he knew that Yang Wu might fail many times in speed.

"Okay! Brother Lu, please do your best!"

Yang Wu laughed and said, "When you pass the assessment, you can treat us to dinner."

"Okay, the rest of you come with me."

Wu Tong glanced at everyone, then turned and went to the "Nervous Response Testing Room".

This is a room of [-] square meters, very spacious.

In the center of the room is an expensive-looking instrument. At the front of the instrument, there are six-barreled Gatling guns shooting holes one by one, but there are many more holes than Gatling guns. There are dozens of openings.

"The first one, Zhang Tong."

Wu Tong casually said a name.

A middle-aged man in his 40s came out, his face was shriveled, and there was an obvious nervous expression on his face.

Lu Yin took a look, it was one of the two middle-aged men who talked to him in the small bar before.

"After so many years of failure, the most I've ever achieved is speed!"

"Now it's the last step, we must break through!"

Zhang Tong clenched his fists, and there was a bit of anticipation and tension in his eyes.

"Come here."

Wu Tong pointed to the front of the test machine, inside a circle with a diameter of six meters.

"Dah!" The switch was turned on.

The edge of the circle with a diameter of [-] meters immediately emitted a misty red light upwards, and the testers inside the circle seemed to be surrounded by a misty red gauze.

"Remember, no matter what, you can't leave the circle, otherwise you will fail."

Wu Tong glanced at the middle-aged man and said calmly.

"it is good."

Zhang Tong took a deep breath, his eyes gradually calmed down.

"start!"

Wu Tong yelled loudly, and at the same time pressed the red button on the instrument.

Soon, the huge machine began to rotate rapidly, and dozens of muzzles emitted red lights.

The speed of these red lights varies from fast to slow, and the flight paths are not parallel, which is very chaotic.

The withered middle-aged man's eyes were fixed on the front, and his body kept dodging left and right, letting those red bullets pass by.

Time passed by minute by minute.

"stop!"

Wu Tong pressed the pause button, the speed of the machine slowed down, and finally stopped completely.

"Within 60 seconds, he was hit twice and did not touch the red light."

Wu Tong glanced at the screen, said with a smile, "It's a good luck, I passed the examination just by scratching the line."

"And it is!"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man in his 40s couldn't help letting out a low growl, and clenched his fists tightly.

"congratulations!"

Others also congratulated on the sidelines.

Passing the quasi-martial artist assessment is, for the vast majority of ordinary people, a chance to change their destiny.

"Next, Yang Tong."

Wu notified the name of the next person.

Yang Tong entered the range of the red circle and began to undergo the nerve reaction test.

Compared with the slightly clumsy movement of the middle-aged man in front, Yang Tong showed more ease, even Wu Tong kept nodding his head beside him.

"Not bad!"

"Within 60 seconds, I was hit 29 times without touching the red light. Excellent!"

Wu Tong said with a smile.

Soon, an individual is lining up to be tested for neurological responses.

However, this test is obviously much more difficult than the previous two, and two people in a row failed the test.

"The last one, Lu Yin."

Hearing the words of chief instructor Wu Tong, everyone turned their attention to Lu Yin.

(End of this chapter)