Doomsday Youth Controller

As time slowly passed, more and more clearances came here.

The originally empty hall began to become lively.

On the display screen, more than a hundred candidates have already passed the first level.

"There is less than half an hour to go, and I don't know how many more people will pass."

Roger's gaze swept across the hall.

In this martial artist assessment, the total number of applicants reached more than 400, but this first level eliminated more than half of the candidates.

And at present, among the more than a hundred people, I don't know how many people can finally pass the next two assessments.

Roger subconsciously clenched his fists, he could not compete for the first place, but the "warrior assessment" must pass.

No matter what the next two levels are, he has enough confidence.

"Wait a little longer, and the assessment content of the second level should be announced."

Thinking like this in his heart, Roger couldn't help but glance at the teenager on the side again.

The boy kept his eyes closed, and even breathed very slowly.

"It takes about three minutes to take a breath, what's the mystery in this?"

Roger deliberately calculated the time and found that the other party's chest would rise and fall slightly after about three minutes.

Anyone can hold their breath, even if they don't breathe for two or three minutes, there are many people who can do it.

But the problem is, it's too hard to keep this breathing rhythm all the time!

Extreme hypoxia can cause physical discomfort and may even cause shock.

However, the boy always sat there as steadily as Tarzan.

At this time, there were footsteps, interrupting Roger's observation.

Turning around, it turned out to be the dark-skinned big man, Tu Yungang, who ranked third.

Roger had already silently written down the names of these two people, and at this moment, seeing the other party walking over, he subconsciously became alert.

When Tu Yun just walked back, he was still holding a plate containing fruits in his hand, probably seeing that Chen Tian did not open his eyes, he stood aside with interest.

"Would you like some?"

Tu Yungang suddenly handed the dinner plate in his hand to Roger.

Roger was a little stunned, did not expect that the other party would talk to him, and reflexively wanted to refuse, but the words came to his lips and changed.

"Thank you!"

While thanking him, Roger picked up a small piece of fruit from his plate.

"You have some skills, before those people." Tu Yungang said again.

"I'm still far behind!"

Roger's words are not humble, he really feels so at the moment.

"You're young!"

Tu Yungang smiled and ate the fruit on the plate in three or two clicks.

"Uncle, you are very powerful!"

Roger stared straight at Tu Yungang, if he could, he would like to take this opportunity to have a good chat with the other party.

"I can't, I get beaten up a lot."

Tu Yungang showed a cheeky smile.

Nor is he modest.

Not to mention Chen Tian and Ye Yejia, even the little black dog and the little white cat can easily abuse him.

But he has a good mentality and doesn't think it's anything.

On the contrary, he even felt that the process of being beaten was actually a process of growth.

"Often beaten?"

Roger was stunned and subconsciously glanced at Chentian.

"I'll teach you a trick to improve your strength, do you want to learn it?" Tu Yungang lowered his voice and asked.

Roger nodded busily: "To learn!"

"Find someone who is better than you, get beaten one by one when you're fine, and your strength will improve unconsciously." Tu Yungang said with conviction.

Roger was stunned.

Is this sure the trick?

Isn't this fooling people looking for a draw?

Can this also become stronger quickly?

"Don't believe it. I can tell you as a person who came over that every beating I have received is not in vain. Tu Yungang smiled cheekily again.

At this time, Roger noticed that the uncle in front of him looked nothing at first, but if you looked closely, you would find that he gave people a feeling that he was not very smart.

This person can't be beaten stupid, right?

As soon as this thought popped into his mind, Roger was startled and hurried to extinguish this disrespectful thought.

"Thank you, I'll try it if I have the opportunity."

With a polite word, Roger's gaze suddenly looked towards the entrance of the hall.

At this moment, five strangely dressed candidates appeared there.

The five people, all wearing thick leather coats, some wearing masks, some wearing masks, stood at the entrance but were not in a hurry to enter, but looked at everyone in the hall.

"What a strange guy!"

Thinking this in his heart, Roger quickly retracted his gaze.

Coming here when time is about to run out must be limited in strength and not worth paying attention to.

Call!

Who knows, Tu Yungang on the side stood up abruptly, the kind smile on his face disappeared, and was replaced by a serious expression at this moment.

Roger was taken aback and didn't understand what was wrong.

"Don't go!"

A fluttering voice came out, it was Chen Tian, who had been closing his eyes and nurturing his gods.

Tu Yungang was obedient and sat back in his seat honestly, but his serious expression never faded.

Roger followed Tu Yungang's gaze and found that it was the direction of the five strangely dressed candidates.

Could it be that there was a festival between them?

While Roger was thinking about it, the five had already entered the hall and walked towards the weapons rack.

"Uncle, how many people do you know?"

Roger was not a gossipy person, but he was too curious at the moment, and seeing that Tu Yungang had finally recovered his expression, he asked aloud.

Tu Yungang turned his head to look at him: "I don't know!" "

Ugh!

Roger was stunned again.

Don't know this reaction?

Is it really like the scene in the legend: what are you worried about? What do you do?

"You don't feel it?" Tu Yungang asked rhetorically.

"What does it feel?" Roger became even more strange.

"Murderous!"

"What?" Roger was taken aback.

He thought that the black-faced uncle was joking with himself, but the other party's expression was not similar.

"You really got beaten too little!"

Tu Yungang sighed lightly.

Roger was a little confused, what does this have to do with his own "beating"?

Moreover, what is the feeling of "murderous"?

Just as Roger wanted to continue asking, Chen Tian, who closed his eyes and raised his mind, suddenly stood up.

"The boring assessment is finally interesting."

Muttering on his lips, Chen Tian walked towards the center of the hall.

Tu Yungang instinctively followed.

Roger hesitated, and also chose to go quietly.

He always felt that there was something in the boy's words.

Dingding~

was walking forward, and suddenly a shrill bell sounded in the hall.

The ringing lasted for almost a minute.

"This is the end of the first level of assessment, and there is no hint that the candidates who arrive here will be eliminated."

A man's voice sounded over the loudspeaker.

The originally noisy hall immediately became quiet.

"There are a total of one hundred and thirty-one candidates who successfully passed the first level, and I will begin to announce the assessment content of the second level..."

The voice in the loudspeaker sounded for more than five minutes.

The assessment content of this second level is to hunt fierce beasts, different fierce beasts, corresponding to different points, as long as the score reaches six points, it is counted as passed.

On the upper display screen, a table corresponding to the beast and the score appears.

When Roger looked at the screen, he always felt a strange feeling.

When he instinctively looked in one direction, he found that in the gap in the crowd, a pair of cold eyes were staring at him.