I asked you to practice martial arts, and you achieved the Golden Body?

People are all emotional, let alone a strong-blooded warrior?

Even the few girls' faces turned red in this scene, but their range of activities was restricted by the system, otherwise they would have rushed out long ago.

Shen Bailian and Gao Lei were far apart, but the moment their eyes met, there was an inexplicable tacit understanding. Without saying a word, both sides understood what the other meant.

There are only two words, that is——

Clearance!

The huge countdown numbers above the Colosseum have gradually changed from 10, 9, 83, 2, 1, 0.

As the number returned to zero, the entire Colosseum seemed to be ignited by an invisible force, and the atmosphere boiled to the extreme.

"The duel begins!"

A majestic and solemn sound exploded over the ancient Roman Colosseum, like an ancient bell echoing in the long river of time. The virtual figures who were originally sitting stood up one after another.

The shouts and cheers came one after another, like those thousands of miles of waves, coming one after another, shaking everyone's heart.

In the venue, everyone immediately felt that the confinement was gone and they were able to move freely.

"Follow the original plan."

"boom!"

As if a huge stone was thrown into the calm lake, the original silence disappeared instantly. The trialists took action one after another, locking onto Shen Bailian and Gao Lei according to the previously divided camps.

Although it is the first time to cooperate, it is still in its early stages.

Those who can survive to the seventh day in the wilderness trial and dare to come to the supply point have the lowest physical fitness level 2.0, an instantaneous burst speed of 13+m/s, and their maximum single-arm punching power is at least That's a ton.

In the old days, this group of people could be called supermen.

But now, they gathered in the same Colosseum to besiege the two of them. One can imagine how powerful the power they could unleash was.

"Boom!" "Clang!"

In less than a few seconds, an extremely crazy battle broke out in the Colosseum, filled with the sound of swords and swords clashing, and bright sparks flying everywhere.

The virtual projection on the seat shouted louder and louder. In this atmosphere, the adrenaline of each trialist was quickly secreted, causing them to explode with more powerful power.

Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Uh-huh!

The sword was like a swimming dragon. In just a short moment, the long sword like light and shadow had pierced the hearts of the three people, turning them into nothingness and disappearing into the Colosseum.

"Weak." Gao Lei's speed is extremely fast. With a physical fitness level of up to 4.5, he can move at a speed of up to 19m/s. The speed of his long sword even leaves phantoms in the air. The trial at the scene They are all just lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

"It's really too weak!"

Gao Lei's footwork was also very advanced. After a few borrowings, he quickly escaped from the crowd like a ghost. He raised his head and shouted in the direction of Shen Bailian: "Speed ​​up."

"good."

Shen Bailian replied crisply, and the sword in his hand was as unstoppable as the scythe of death.

Clang~!

Uh-huh! Uh-huh! puff!

The sword technique was sharp and fast. Even if someone could break the young man's sword technique, under the huge force like a mountain falling, his arm was numb from the shock and it was difficult to hold the weapon. In the next moment, he was chopped into pieces by the tiger-like dragon slayer. fragments.

As time passed, more than a dozen figures turned into nothingness, and the ancient Roman Colosseum, which was originally filled with swords and swords, gradually became silent.

If nothing else happens, the battle will be over soon.

"Brothers, if you execute Plan B, you will never let them survive unscathed."

Yang Zixuan's eyes widened with anger and his face was ferocious. It was obvious that he had unleashed the true fire. He raised his right hand high and his roar covered the earth-shaking shouts of the virtual figure.

spread throughout the ancient Roman Colosseum.

These trialists are all elite students destined to become martial arts students in their own schools. They naturally have their own arrogance in their hearts. They can accept failure, but they cannot accept such a humiliating failure.

Even if you bite with your teeth, you still have to bite off a piece of the opponent's flesh!

"We absolutely cannot let them live unscathed like this!"

After hearing this, the expressions of the other testers also changed. They no longer conserved their energy and lined up in formation. Four people were responsible for attracting attention, one person faced the hard steel, and the others hid behind the person in front.

Then he used the sand under his feet to fly up, blocking the view of Shen Bailian and the others.

In the floating city, in the large conference room, there are more than a dozen virtual projections beside He Haizhou. They are observers sent by major martial arts schools. They are responsible for selecting the outstanding ones among the trial participants so that they can pass the martial arts college entrance examination in advance. occupy first-mover advantage.

And in the open space at the front, there is a miniature version of the virtual battle scene in each supply point. The battle venues are also different, such as mountains and forests, mountain tops, the ancient Roman Colosseum, and cities.

These battle scenes are randomly generated to test the adaptability of each trialist.

"I didn't expect that a girl could make Fang Tian look like a tiger with a halberd."

"What's your name? Do you have any information?"

"Li Hongling, 17 years old, pure-blooded human race, three-star genius, physical fitness level 5.4, has never been exposed to any precious medicine; good at weapons: sword, Fang Tian painted halberd, whip"

"How is your mental quality? Have you experienced any abnormal phenomena?"

"Not yet."

In Daxia, there is an undisclosed but extremely important rule for admission to the Martial Arts School, and that is - psychological quality.

Especially in a world where gods have fallen, the gods of the past always try to find an anchor point for their return. Any warrior who is not mentally strong enough has a high probability of becoming the agent of the gods on the Earthly Yuan Star.

Regarding this point, whether in Daxia or in other war zones, a one-size-fits-all measure is adopted to curb any risks in the early stages.

"The two students at the No. 5 supply point are not bad, but that student's swordsmanship seems to be relatively unfamiliar, and there have been many flaws."

"Shen Bailian, 17 years old, pure-blooded human, this period's dark horse trialist, Bozhou No. 3 Middle School, two-star genius, physical fitness level 3.6."

"Level 3.6? I'm afraid this data is outdated."

"Indeed, it's data from half a month ago."

"These children are all very good."

He Haizhou looked at the performance of the "supporting roles" at the No. 5 supply point and couldn't help but smile warmly. Compared with the observers of major martial arts schools who pay attention to geniuses, he, as a military representative, pays more attention to those backbone forces.

The performance of those students made him see the bright future of Daxia.

As time passed, although each trialist burst out his potential, it was still difficult to fill the gap in strength.

In less than a few minutes, only Shen Bailian and Gao Lei were left in the ancient Roman Colosseum. Compared with before, their clothes were much messier.

There were even several bloody marks on Gao Lei's arms, which were the scars left by being whipped by one of the girls.