The result of 25.2 meters/s, although a little bit forced, has indeed exceeded the speed requirement of the quasi-warrior assessment!
"25.2, quasi-warrior!"
After the student lost his voice, he looked at Zhang Haobai with a shocked face.
Zhang Haobai was tall and handsome, and his actual age could not be seen, but he must be very young.
"Quasi-warrior? Someone has crossed the threshold of quasi-warrior? Who is this? How come I don't know him."
Among the students watching in other test equipment, someone immediately asked.
"... Zhang Haobai! I know him! He is from the third high school in our Yi'an District!"
Of course, there are also people in the martial arts hall who know Zhang Haobai, who rarely comes to the martial arts hall but has a rich family and acts in a high-profile manner.
"Third high school? Are you kidding? Which grade?"
Someone immediately interrupted and asked.
"It seems to be the class that just graduated this year..."
"Fuck, you almost scared me to death! I thought it was the first or second year of high school..."
"Graduating from the third year of high school this year is already amazing enough!"
...
Suddenly, a large number of martial arts students couldn't help but gather here.
"Who has reached the threshold of a quasi-martial artist?"
Seeing the situation here, several martial arts staff scattered throughout the hall also hurried over.
"Wow..."
The other martial arts students who had originally gathered here immediately made way.
"Ding ding ding..."
A staff member who was closest to the test instrument came to the end and quickly looked at the number on the instrument.
"25.2 meters/s!" The staff member saw the number clearly, then looked at Zhang Haobai who had just walked down from the end of the runway, and then turned to another staff member who was rushing over from behind and shouted, "Quick, go and notify the instructor!"
The other two staff members who were walking over here immediately agreed and ran to another training field together.
Less than half a minute later, a tall, thin, and tough middle-aged man, surrounded by several staff members, quickly entered the large training ground with the most complete equipment.
"Who? Who has reached the speed threshold for the quasi-martial artist assessment?"
The tough middle-aged man immediately asked loudly after entering the hall.
"Me." Zhang Haobai smiled and stepped forward to greet him. "Uncle Han, it's me."
He not only knew this tough middle-aged man, but also remembered him very well.
Zhang Haobai's uncle Zhang Zehu, nicknamed "Kaishan Tiger", was also a well-known figure in the martial arts circle of Yi'an District. When he came to sign up for the martial arts school, it was Zhang Zehu who brought him and introduced him to the martial arts school instructor "Han Yongzhi."
There are twelve thunder and lightning martial arts schools and one thunder and lightning club in Yangzhou Satellite City. The person in charge of each martial arts school is called "instructor", and the person in charge of the only club is called "chief instructor."
This is the same as the extreme martial arts school.
"Haobai?" Han Yongzhi was slightly stunned. "You, have you reached the speed standard for the quasi-warrior assessment?"
"Yes, Uncle Han."
Zhang Haobai nodded.
"..." Han Yongzhi's eyes immediately burst out with extreme surprise.
Others may not know, but as a friend of "Kaishan Tiger" Zhang Zehu, he still pays more attention to Zhang Zehu's nephew, a senior student.
Zhang Haobai should be only eighteen years old this year!
When a martial arts school recruits students and observes and evaluates the students' talents, age is an extremely important factor.
It is definitely different for you to reach the threshold of a quasi-warrior at the age of twenty or thirty and to reach the threshold of a quasi-warrior at the age of eighteen.
"How much is your punching power?"
Han Yongzhi was surprised and immediately stepped forward to ask.
"It hasn't been tested yet."
Zhang Haobai replied.
"Come here!"
Han Yongzhi grabbed Zhang Haobai's wrist and walked quickly to the punching power tester.
The other students who were originally gathered in front of the punching target immediately stepped aside consciously.
"Haobai, adjust yourself and burst out your strongest punch to show Uncle Han!"
Han Yongzhi suppressed his excitement and tried to speak to Zhang Haobai in a calm tone.
An 18-year-old prospective warrior!
There hasn't been one in Yi'an District for several years!
"Yeah."
Zhang Haobai nodded and stood in front of the boxing target.
He was most confident in his punching power because he had already tested it.
After taking a breath, he suddenly punched and hit the boxing target.
"1005kg!"
This time, before Han Yongzhi could speak, there was a burst of exclamations from the students who were gathered around.
The assessment standard for prospective warriors is a punching force of 900 kilograms. This result has exceeded more than 100 kilograms!
"Hahaha..."
Han Yongzhi could no longer hide his joy. He laughed and pulled Zhang Haobai again, and quickly walked towards the "nerve reaction speed" test.
If Zhang Haobai passes the nerve reaction speed test again, he will definitely get a top evaluation among all the instructors of the twelve thunder and lightning martial arts halls this year! Maybe, you can even strive for the first evaluation!
The three tests for the assessment of prospective warriors are fist strength, speed, and nerve reaction speed.
The so-called nerve reaction speed is carried out in front of a "wall" with huge gun barrels sticking out. Once the instrument is turned on, those dense gun barrels will randomly flash red light first, and then fire rubber bullets out.
What senior students need to do is to stare at the wall, and after the gun barrel emits red light, let the body react immediately to avoid the rubber bullets fired instantly.
This test is your "nerve reaction speed."
Standing on the test bench, Zhang Haobai adjusted his state.
Among the three tests, the nerve reaction speed has always been the worst one, and the evaluation can only reach "advanced student medium."
Han Yongzhi personally stood next to the instrument switch, and after waiting for a full minute, he asked, "Haobai, are you ready?" "Ready."
Zhang Haobai nodded.
"Start!"
As Han Yongzhi shouted, he immediately pressed the switch of the instrument.
"Bang bang bang bang bang..."
The dense gun barrels started immediately, and under the flashing red light, rubber bullets shot towards Zhang Haobai.
Zhang Haobai stared at the "wall" with his eyes and dodged quickly.
"Bang bang bang... bang bang bang... bang... bang bang bang bang..."
Some of them were dodged, and some of them were really unavoidable with his current nerve reaction speed.
Soon, a minute passed.
During this period, Han Yongzhi's eyes were always fixed on the actual number of bullet hits on the instrument.
"Hit 32 times within 60 seconds! Junior warrior intermediate! Hahahaha... All three items passed!"
Han Yongzhi laughed heartily when the instrument stopped.
Zhang Haobai was also slightly surprised.
This was originally the worst item, but now it has the largest increase!
Thinking about it, this may be because he has traveled through time and space and merged the souls of two lives, and has a clone.
"...Really passed?"
"This, Zhang Haobai just graduated from high school this year."
...
Most of the onlookers who had been holding their breath and not daring to make a sound to disturb immediately burst into a noisy sound.
At the back of the crowd, Liu Ting, who had already arrived at the test hall, and the men and women around her were also stunned at this moment.
"How is it possible? Didn't he still have a punching force of less than 700 kilograms two or three months ago?"
Liu Ting's eyes were full of disbelief.
"Hehe... Liu Ting, you seem to have missed something!"
The girl standing on the right side of Liu Ting covered her mouth and laughed.
"Liu Ting, you may have heard false news before..."
The girl on the left also said with a flickering look in her eyes.
No matter what they think, after Zhang Haobai completed the three tests, he was already pulled by Han Yongzhi, and he encouraged him in public again, and at the same time said that he would personally drive Zhang Haobai to participate in the "quasi-warrior assessment" the day after tomorrow.
This is Zhang Zehu's friend and the instructor of Yi'an District Thunder and Lightning Martial Arts School. Zhang Haobai naturally did not refuse.
...
About half an hour later, Zhang Haobai left Yi'an District Thunder and Lightning Martial Arts School.
After seeing Zhang Haobai off, instructor Han Yongzhi immediately took out his mobile phone and dialed a number while walking to his office.
After the phone rang a few times, the other party hung up.
Han Yongzhi was not surprised. He went back to the office and made himself a cup of coffee, sipping it slowly and happily.
About ten minutes later, the phone on his desk rang. He
quickly picked it up and answered it.
"Old Han, I'm outside the base city now. It's not very convenient. I found a safe place and called you back. What's the matter?"
A rough voice sounded on the phone.
"Nothing." Han Yongzhi put down the cup in his hand and laughed, "Hu Zi, you are really hiding it! Your nephew has reached the threshold of a quasi-martial artist, but you kept it secret from my friend?"
"What?"
Zhang Zehu was stunned.
"Pretend! Just pretend!" Han Yongzhi said with a smile, "Just now, Haobai came to the martial arts hall for the test, and all three items have crossed the threshold of a quasi-martial artist! The day after tomorrow, I will take him to our Yangzhou City Guild Hall for the test!"
"... Old Han, don't tease me, I'm just talking to the captain and the others..."
"Who teased you!"
...
...
Just as Han Yongzhi was talking to Zhang Zehu, a small car stopped beside Zhang Haobai who was walking towards Tiandu Garden.
"Haobai, are you going home? I'll give you a ride."
The car window opened, and Liu Ting's smiling face appeared.
"Uh..."
Zhang Haobai was stunned.
After thinking about his memory, it seemed that Liu Ting's house was not on his way.
"No, I'm just a few steps away, and I'll buy something at the corner."
After thinking about it, Zhang Haobai refused.
"..." Liu Ting's eyes flashed with embarrassment, "Well, then, I'll go first."
"Well, goodbye."
Zhang Haobai waved at Liu Ting.
After Liu Ting drove away, he continued to walk forward.
Not long after he walked out, the cell phone in his trouser pocket vibrated slightly.
He took out the phone and looked at it. The caller ID showed "Uncle."
It was Zhang Zehu calling.
Zhang Haobai smiled and answered the phone.
Some things require effort to explain if you open your mouth. If they are passed on through the mouth of others, the effect will be better.
Today he came to the martial arts hall for testing. In addition to seeing whether his current speed and nerve reaction speed have crossed the threshold of quasi-martial artists, he also wanted to pass on this news to Zhang Zehu through others.
He needs fresh animal blood for cultivation. The quality of the blood bought outside is very poor. If he can buy it in the warrior mall, it will definitely be much better. However, if he and Zhang Zehu were to explain this matter, I don't know how much time and effort it would take. And it would be much simpler to speak through the mouths of others and let the facts speak.