Saiyan Devouring the Stars

Chapter 3 Epiphany
Fang Yun stood in front of the punching target, his feet suddenly exerted strength, and with a slight turn of the body, powerful strength burst out from the waist and hips.

Fang Yun's fist seemed to be an arrow shot from a full moon bow, with an afterimage.

"Pong"

Fang Yun's fist hit the target directly, and then he looked at the display screen - "1128kg"

Fang Yun's punching speed was extremely fast, which seemed to surpass that of ordinary quasi-fighters, Wu Tong was very surprised.

Looking at Fang Yun's results, Jiang Nian smiled brightly on his old face and turned into a blooming chrysanthemum.

"How about it? Ma, you don't have such a genius in the northern postal area, do you?"

"Look at my Yi'an District, this is strength!"

Just before Fang Yun's test, the teasing of the curator of the martial arts center in the Northern Post District was immediately retaliated by Jiang Nian who was in a good mood.

"He's a good seed, um, pass!" Chief Instructor Wu Tong casually took another ID card and slid it over the device, "Next, Bai Yang."

……

Nine people quickly finished the 'strength test', and only one of the nine people was unlucky.

He only weighed 892kg in one punch, which was just a little short of the qualifying line, so he was eliminated.

There are only 8 people left for the speed test in the next level.

"Fang Yun, why did you suddenly become so powerful?"

On the way to the speed test, Luo Feng had already given a thumbs up, sincerely happy for Fang Yun's result just now.

"Haha, madman, you are not the same." Fang Yun looked at Luo Feng with a half-smile.

The speed test was naturally not difficult for Fang Yun, and he also achieved a good result.

The strength and speed tests were carried out one after another, among which one was eliminated in the strength test, and two were eliminated in the speed test.

Now there are only 6 people left to participate in the third 'Neural Response Speed ​​Test'.

"Follow me." Chief Instructor Wu Tong led a group of fighters, and the remaining five people who participated in the assessment, to the 'Nervous Response Test Room' connected to the martial arts hall.

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

Of course, compared with the huge martial arts training hall of thousands of square meters before, this neurological reaction test room is obviously much smaller.

I saw a tall and expensive instrument placed on the ground. At the front of the instrument, there were six-barreled Gatling guns that shot out of the holes one by one.

However, there are many more holes than Gatling guns, there are dozens of holes.

"The first one, Fang Yun." Chief Instructor Wu Tong said.

Fang Yun immediately walked to the front of the test machine gun, within a circle with a diameter of [-] meters.

"Dah!" The switch was turned on.

The edge of the circle with a diameter of [-] meters immediately emitted a misty red light upwards.

The testers who were in the circle for a while seemed to be surrounded by a misty red gauze.

"Remember, no matter what, you can't leave the circle. Once you leave the circle, you will be judged as a failure. If your body touches the red light, points will be deducted."

After the chief instructor Wu Tong finished speaking, he walked to the nerve response testing machine, pressed several buttons, and adjusted the intensity of the test.

There are also many levels of strength. The first ones are for the assessment of intermediate students, and the highest level... is for the top fighters to test and train.

"Start!" The chief instructor pressed the red button.

"Beep~beep~"

The huge muzzle of the nerve response testing machine began to rotate, and dozens of muzzles in the muzzle burst out with red light almost instantly.

The speed varies from fast to slow, and even the flight trajectory is not parallel at all, it is very chaotic, and it quickly shoots into the range of the red circle.

"So fast?" Fang Yun couldn't help being surprised.

Fang Yun's eyes were fixed on these lasing bullets, as if he had awakened something, and he quickly calculated the position in his mind.

He was like a nimble monkey, dodging back and forth, avoiding rubber bullets time and time again.

As if out of a keen sense of danger, he reflexively avoided some fish that slipped through the net that were too fast to calculate.

Slowly, he seemed to be completely immersed in this feeling of avoidance, and even forgot about the assessment.

"Awesome, I didn't expect this kid's nervous reaction to improve so much, it seems that he has touched the threshold of subtlety!"

"This kid actually realized the micro-level movement skills during the assessment!"

"Fuck, is this a genius?"

All the curators, instructors, and students participating in the assessment were stunned by Fang Yun's situation.

At this time, Fang Yun, who was in the "hail of bullets", seemed to be dancing instead of taking an assessment at all.

Sometimes he strode to avoid it with all his strength, and sometimes it was like dancing on the blade.

He controlled his body finely, taking advantage of the slightest difference to dodge the rubber bullets that seemed impossible to dodge.

"Wow!"

Soon the 1 minute assessment time passed.

The muzzle of the nerve response testing machine stopped rotating, and Fang Yun finally woke up from the feeling of "enlightenment" with some regrets.

Only at this time did he realize that the state just now should be called "subtle level movement skills" in the book.

Of course, he also knows that he has just touched the threshold of the micro-level, and there is still a long way to go before fully entering this realm.

"60 seconds, was hit 15 times, did not touch the red light, excellent."

"Fang Yun, congratulations on passing the quasi-warrior assessment!"

"As long as the official documents are issued and your information is entered into the citizenship information, you will be a prospective warrior!"

After passing the assessment, within seven days, a formal certificate is usually issued and recorded in the citizenship information.

"Fang Yun, August 8st is the actual combat assessment for warriors." The instructor 'Jiang Nian' said with a smile.

"At that time, we will gather at the Ultimate Club in the morning, and under the leadership of the instructor, we will go to hunt monsters outside the urban area of ​​the human base with other quasi-warriors!"

"When you pass the actual combat assessment, you will be a real warrior."

"Yeah." Fang Yun nodded excitedly.

"Fang Yun, congratulations!" Luo Feng also walked over.

"I didn't expect your movement skills to improve so much, and you still have an epiphany during the assessment, tsk tsk, you can teach me when you go back!"

"Haha, no problem, I didn't expect that I would improve so much, it was like a dream!" Fang Yun laughed.

In fact, Fang Yun himself doesn't know why he has changed so much. It seems that not only his physical talent has become stronger, but his understanding has also improved a lot.

Next, continue to start the assessment one by one.

Their grades are almost exactly the same as the original one, except that there is an extra variable, Fang Yun.

Soon, Wu Tong ordered the owners of several other branch libraries to arrange the subsequent signing matters.

Then, just like what happened in the plot, he called "captain" to a white-haired man in a black robe who did not know when he appeared!
In fact, what Fang Yun was curious about was, why did this spiritualist have gray hair?
Is it dyed?
However, there is no mention in the original book that the hair of the Psychiatrist would change color, and Luo Feng's hair didn't turn white either.

After the Cosaiyan's transformation, his hair was indeed not dyed.

　The protagonist's understanding and talent are not low

　　
　
(End of this chapter)