Saiyan Devouring the Stars

Chapter 7 Practical Assessment
"Oh?" The gray-haired old man was taken aback. "It's the first time I practiced to increase my fist strength by more than [-] kilograms? To enter the micro-level body skills? How old is he this year?"

The older you are, the lower your cultivation value will be.

"18 years old!" Jiang Nianlian said.

"What, only 18 years old?" The gray-haired old man stood up abruptly.

"You boy, quickly bring him to the headquarters!"

"I will arrange someone now to prepare for the assessment of this kid."

"Okay, I'll go to the headquarters right away." Jiang Nian hung up the phone, turned his head and looked at Fang Yun with a smile, "Fang Yun, follow me now to the headquarters."

"Yes, instructor." Fang Yun smiled.

As he said that, Jiang Nian dragged Fang Yun to the stairs, and at the same time Jiang Nian gave orders.

"Old Li, I'm afraid I don't have time all day today, and my class is canceled tonight."

"Yes, curator." Li Bolian nodded.

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Nian and Fang Yun had disappeared from his sight.

Under Jiang Nian's use of the privilege of warriors, Fang Yun and the two quickly arrived at the Jiangnan City Xtreme Headquarters.

And as in the original plot, Fang Yun passed the assessment under the attention of the director Zhuge Tao and other guild hall giants.

He signed the same contract as Luo Feng in the original book, joined Xtreme Martial Arts in advance, and moved into the villa in Mingyue Community the next day.

Many familiar friends and neighbors in the same community were curious when they walked by, and soon they learned that Fang Yun had become a quasi-warrior.

"Fang Yun is so powerful that he even joined the Xtreme Martial Arts Hall in advance."

Which of these people who have lived in low-rent housing for so many years is not looking forward to one day turning over?

Soon the entire Nan'an Community, and even other low-rent housing communities around, knew that Fang Yun from Nan'an Community had joined Xtreme Martial Arts and was going to move to Mingyue Community!
This is a great happy event, and it also makes many teenagers from ordinary families yearn to help their families one day.

Time passed slowly, and for the next period of time, Fang Yun has been practicing hard.

During this period, Luo Feng quickly came out of the prison.

After he came out, he also moved into Mingyue Community.

In order to improve and learn Fang Yun's fine-grained agility, Luo Feng often seeks out Fang Yun.

I have to say that there is really no motivation to practice alone.

And Luo Feng in front of him is a person with invincible potential. When Fang Yun and Luo Feng practiced together, they felt full of motivation and made rapid progress.

In the middle of the night of July 7st, Villa No. 31, Mingyue Community.

There are four super large rooms on the second floor of this villa, which are the bedroom, the audio-visual room, the reception room and the super large martial arts hall.

This martial arts training hall has a full 120 square meters, accounting for almost half of the total area of ​​the second floor.

The facilities are also very complete, at least those that test the strength of warriors are available.

In the middle of the night, the light from the street lamps in the community shines through the glass of the audio-visual room and refracts into the martial arts training hall on the second floor.

Fang Yun looked at the various data of the boxing strength test machine, speed test machine, and nerve response speed test machine, and was extremely satisfied.

Because the function of the golden finger completely surpassed his imagination.

After a month, by absorbing genetic energy and spiritual power, he actually directly reached the passing line of a senior fighter and a spiritual master.

"It's terrifying!" Fang Yun laughed, "In terms of talent, I feel stronger than Luo Feng."

"Tomorrow will be the actual combat assessment for warriors, so have a good rest tonight."

Fang Yun got up and opened the glass door, and entered the bedroom to rest and sleep.

On the morning of August 8st, under the leadership of a martial artist from the Limit Club, more than 1 quasi-martial artists, including Fang Yun and Luo Feng, rushed to the train station.

"Ku Chi - Ku Chi -"

The friction sound of the fast moving train was very faint, but there was a lot of noise in the train compartment.

On the train, Fang Yun had a rare leisure, so naturally he was chatting with Luo Feng all the time.

No matter what the future holds, at least it won't hurt to have a good relationship with Luo Feng.

At this moment, the big screen in the carriage suddenly lit up, and a middle-aged man appeared and began to speak.

This train car is a fully enclosed structure, and there is no glass to see the outside world. At this moment, a figure appears on the big screen in each car.

"All prospective warriors, future warriors, I am from the HR Alliance." A middle-aged man's speech was being broadcast live on the big screen in the carriage.

"I believe everyone has heard that the HR Alliance is the most powerful group in the world, the richest group, and the group with the most warriors!"

"You must be familiar with another name of our hr alliance—the underground alliance!"

The quasi-martial artists in the carriage gradually quieted down. Fang Yun and Luo Feng sat side by side, looking up at the big screen.

On the screen in the carriage, the middle-aged man narrated for 15 minutes.

"My future warriors."

Afterwards, the military, Xtreme Martial Arts, and Thunder and Lightning Martial Arts all showed up, which can be regarded as attracting these prospective fighters who have not yet participated in the actual combat assessment in advance.

Fang Yun and Luo Feng had joined Xtreme Martial Arts in advance, so they didn't pay much attention to this kind of thing.

"All prospective warriors, the train is about to enter the station. Please prepare to get off the train, all prospective warriors." A voice came from the horn in the carriage, and the train gradually slowed down until it stopped.

Wow, the door of the carriage opened, and Fang Yun, Luo Feng and the quasi-warriors in each carriage got off the train.

Soon, a mighty crowd of prospective warriors entered the large military camp.

The military camp occupies a very large area, especially in the periphery of the military camp, a large number of various heavy weapons can be seen everywhere.

The muzzles of the cannons were aimed directly at the outside of the barracks, and a large number of soldiers were holding all kinds of sophisticated weapons.

Fang Yun and his group of prospective warriors looked around one by one.

"Gah—"

With an ear-piercing cry, Fang Yun raised his head almost at the same time, and saw hundreds of birds and monsters roaring past densely in the blue sky.

"Leaving the base city, you can see all kinds of monsters everywhere. What the book says is true." Fang Yun's face suddenly became serious.

Ordinary humans can only live in the base city, or gather in the military camp. Only warriors will go to the wilderness to fight those powerful monsters!

"Everyone—" A loud voice came to the ears of every prospective warrior, "Welcome everyone to the North Military Region of Jiangnan City."

"This time, the actual combat assessment of your No. 1680 fighters will be held in our Northern Military Region."

"I hope that most of you can pass the test, and I hope that all of you can pass this practical test alive!"

The military area is very lively, and at the same time, a hearty lunch has been prepared for the prospective warriors who came to participate in the actual combat assessment of warriors.

In the afternoon, 1680 quasi-martial artists stood in an empty square.

At the front desk of the square stood the high-level officials of the North Military District of Jiangnan City, as well as some high-level officials from the Thunder Martial Art Museum and the Extreme Martial Art Museum.

"Next, the prospective warriors who have reported their names, come up to receive combat uniforms and weapons."

"Severe."

"He Feng."

"Wang Bingjiang."

……

There were ten military officers on the stage calling the names of the prospective warriors, and the prospective warriors whose names were called all went up to receive their combat uniforms and weapons.

　The contract has been mailed, and it will be signed soon, everyone invest quickly

　　
　
(End of this chapter)