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Chapter 89

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After a few skill upgrades, Ye Lingchen's 100% proficiency knowledge was getting lesser and lesser.

There were only four left: Eight Extremities Fist, Martial Body Fist, DOTA, and English.

It seemed like he needed to learn more knowledge and increase his knowledge to 100%.

In fact, what he wanted the most was to practice more martial arts. He had seen the power of Arhat's Fist Force, and he wondered if there was any Qinggong or Neigong. As he thought about it, he could not help but grin.

He wanted to ascend to the heavens!

Four skills. Then … let's begin!

The yellow circle began to move slowly under Ye Lingchen's gaze. Finally, it stopped on the English column!

With a flash of golden light, the English skill column did not disappear. Instead, another skill was born — Bird Language (Basic)!

Ye Lingchen was dumbfounded!

Did the system mean that English was equivalent to bird language?

The so-called bird language generally referred to the more common birds in life, such as sparrows, magpies, and woodpeckers. Eagles, peacocks, and the like were not included.

Basic Bird Language allowed Ye Lingchen to understand the language of the bird world. However, he could only understand and not communicate. When he reached the intermediate level, he could speak the bird language and communicate with the birds. When he reached the advanced level, it was even more amazing. He was basically the bird's friend, and could even control the birds!

'Amazing. I'm going to be the king of birds.'

He couldn't help but look at the electric pole. At this time, there were a few sparrows chirping on it.

"Ah, you're so beautiful. Be my female friend!"

"Get lost! You poor loser! I want to be the female bird of the king of birds! "

"Life is full of ups and downs. Don't bully a poor bird!"



Ye Lingchen could not help but shake his head in sympathy. It seemed that no matter where he was, there was no shortage of love and hate stories.

Having just obtained a new skill, he listened to the love stories of birds for the whole morning. Then, he returned to school to prepare for the afternoon class.

At the same time, in the Capital's Warrior's Department.

A large number of martial artists gathered together. Their faces were stern, and their faces were filled with anticipation and nervousness.

That day was the day of selection for each Warrior's Department in Capital.

Those who performed well would receive the opportunity to enter the four special training camps for special training!

There were four people sitting high up in the stands.

From left to right, they represented the four special training camps, Cang Lang, Coiled Dragon, Mad Tiger, and Falcon.

These four people were the examiners this time!

Their faces were solemn and their faces were flushed red. Their eyes shone brightly and their auras were astonishing. They were imposing without being angry!

On their shoulders, there were three orange stars. This meant that they were the Upper Guards of the Martial Guards!

Every year at this time, the four special training camps would send people to the major first-tier cities to conduct martial artist selections.

The four of them flipped through the list in their hands, one name after another.

Capital City was the capital of China, and there were many martial arts districts. The number of martial artists participating in the selection reached 10,000!

These ten thousand people were all the most outstanding talents in their respective regions!

However, out of ten thousand people, only two hundred could participate in the special training!

In addition to the 10,000 participants, there were even more martial artists who accompanied them to watch.

At this moment, the four people in the stands frowned at the same time. Their faces were filled with surprise and displeasure!

"Fang Hong, step forward!"

The examiner of the Coiling Dragon Special Training Camp was an old man over fifty years of age. He suddenly shouted.

His name was Qin Baichuan. He had short hair that was half black and half white. His face was thin, and his eyes were slightly sunken.

Fang Hong took three steps forward and shouted, "Here!"

"How many people are there in your Warrior's District?" Qin Baichuan asked in a deep voice.

"Sir, 15 people!"

"Then how many people did you report?" Qin Baichuan's expression turned even uglier.

"Sir, 15 people!"

The question and answer instantly caused a slight change in everyone's expression as they began to discuss among themselves.

"Is this guy crazy? He reported an entire team of people?"

"What kind of trick is this? This is crazy! "

"He probably doesn't want his position as an instructor anymore. Is he trying to fool an officer?"



The selection test was different from others.

Normally, the most outstanding martial artist in a district would be selected to participate. If there were too many outstanding people and they were confident, a district could allow two people to participate at the same time.

There had never been anyone like Fang Hong, who actually sent an entire district's worth of people over to fight.

This was a selection test, not a market!

One should know that the results of the martial artist assessment would be directly recorded in the district instructor's head. If the results were too bad, the instructor would definitely be punished!

"You … What do you mean?" Qin Baichuan stared straight at Fang Hong.

Fang Hong also looked straight at Qin Baichuan, full of energy and confidence, "Sir, I think all my martial artists are qualified to participate in this selection test!"

This …

Everyone was shocked speechless. They looked at each other and could feel the shock in each other's eyes.

"Do you know the consequences? I'll give you one more chance. Think it through before you tell me your choice! "Qin Baichuan continued.

"I know the consequences, but I believe in my soldiers!" Fang Hong replied loudly.

At that moment, Lin Ao also walked out from the group. He was originally there to watch the assessment.

"Sir Qin, I can vouch for Sir Fang. His 15 martial artists are qualified to participate in this selection test!" Lin Ao raised his head and looked at Qin Baichuan with determination.

"Lin Ao, on what basis do you vouch?" Qin Baichuan frowned. He was Lin Ao's instructor during Coiled Dragon's special training.

"Because I was there when they were training! I've witnessed their passion! "Lin Ao straightened his back, his eyes glowing brightly!

Qin Baichuan and Lin Ao stared at each other for a long time, then looked at Fang Hong and said slowly, "Have your soldiers step forward!"

Fang Hong immediately roared, "Everyone step forward!"

Bang bang!

The sound of uniform footsteps could be heard. The 15 of them, as if they were a single entity, advanced and retreated together!

They were like javelins, entering everyone's line of sight.

There was light in their eyes, allowing everyone to see their passion.

At that moment, even Qin Baichuan's expression turned solemn. Not only him, but the other three officers on the viewing platform could not help but show expressions of shock.

Many times, a person's strength did not only come from their strength, but more from their heart.

Strength only represented the present, but the heart represented the future!

From these 15 people, they saw hope for the future of martial artists!

When these 15 people stepped forward together, the countless doubtful gazes from before suddenly disappeared without a trace. The other martial artists all felt a heavy pressure!

"Are you sure all of you want to participate?" Qin Baichuan confirmed.

"We're sure!"

The 15 people's faces were flushed red, their necks thick. Their voices converged into a single line, like thunder, resounding through the sky!

"Alright, I approve!"

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