Not long after Liu Wenshi's team arrived at Jixin Martial House, another two teams arrived one after another.
At least one-third of Donghai's martial arts candidates were gathered here.
The candidates alighted from the cars and gathered in groups of three to five. It was very noisy.
"I didn't expect to be assigned to Jixin Martial House for the assessment!"
"There should be many candidates at Thunder Martial House and Bailian Martial House. The big three martial arts houses place a lot of importance on the martial arts examination. They compete to be the examination venue every year so that they can observe the potential candidates and recruit them early."
"Not only that, I heard that this is also a way for the big martial arts houses to display their strength!"
"The candidates will see the strength of the martial arts houses during the examination here. When they choose in the future, they will naturally be more inclined to choose here."
…
The students discussed as if it was a serious matter.
At this moment, the leaders of the three teams met. They were all from the Education Bureau and knew each other. It was just that they had different responsibilities today.
"Line up and follow me!"
As soon as they finished speaking, the three teams of candidates quickly lined up.
Each team was divided into eight or nine small teams according to the number of people. They were led by their respective teachers.
The three leaders led their teams to the Martial Disciple Training Building.
However, the examination had not started, so no one was allowed to enter the building. They could only wait outside.
"Are those the students from Huiying Private High School?"
"Look at their uniforms. It should be them!"
"Although it's a private high school, they are famous for being strict with their students. I've seen it today. They even have to wear uniforms for the college entrance examination!"
"I heard that Huiying is very impressive. They have as many as eight advanced martial disciples."
"Tsk, what's so great about that? At least five out of the eight were poached from other schools with money …"
Wang Teng listened to the discussions around him. He followed everyone's gaze and looked at the team beside him.
A group of candidates in blue and white uniforms were lined up in a straight line. There seemed to be quite a number of them.
The group of candidates stood there with their chests puffed out and their heads raised. They were all trying their best to look arrogant.
The eight candidates in the front line were the focus of everyone's attention. Even the students from Huiying Private High School were whispering about them.
At the same time, as a key high school, Donghai High School was also the focus of the candidates from other schools.
"The examinees from Donghai No. 1 High School aren't any weaker than Huiying High School."
"I heard that they have five Advanced Stage Martial Disciples, and all of them entered No.1 Middle School on their own. They are different from the ones Huiying bought."
"Besides, the total number of people participating in the martial arts exam in Donghai First High School is no less than Huiying …"
Donghai First High School and Huiying High School. One was a key public high school, while the other was a powerful private high school. Everyone couldn't help but compare them.
The examinees of Donghai No. 1 High School immediately looked proud.
Let's compete then. Who has our No. 1 High School ever been afraid of?
For a moment, the examinees from No.1 High School and Huiying did not like each other. As they glared at each other, sparks flew …
What are you looking at?
What's wrong with looking at you?
Why don't you look at her again?!
'Do you believe that I will cut you if you keep looking at me …'
The examinees from the other schools were instantly reduced to the background. However, they were all very unconvinced. They secretly suppressed their strength and wanted to amaze the world with a single brilliant feat!
It would be even better if they could surpass First High School and Huiying High School!
Time passed quickly, and the main door of the Martial Disciple Training Building slowly opened. A few staff members stood at the door.
"It's the people from the Office of Supervision!"
Someone recognized the identity of the staff members at the door and exclaimed.
Wang Teng's expression changed, and his gaze fell on them. He had heard of the Office of Supervision a long time ago.
Previously, when he searched online for information, he found the Office of Supervision.
Like the City Protection Bureau, the Office of Supervision was also a department of martial artists with real power. They were responsible for supervision. If anyone offended them, even if they didn't die, they would be severely punished.
Many martial artists who served as officials were like mice who saw a cat when they encountered the Office of Supervision. They were scared out of their wits.
Wang Teng was really surprised that such a powerful department would appear in the martial arts examination venue.
"I heard that cheating in the early martial arts examinations was common. In recent years, the Office of Supervision has stepped in and alleviated this situation," Yang Jian said in a low voice.
Wang Teng nodded.
They followed the line into the examination venue. The staff members of the Office of Supervision checked the admission tickets and identification cards one by one. They also scanned the examinees' bodies. It seemed that they were very strict.
When it was Wang Teng's turn, there were no accidents. After checking the scans, he directly entered the examination venue.
"I'll go in first. We'll meet again after the examination!"
"Okay!" Lin Chuhan and Yang Jian nodded.
Wang Teng didn't know how many times he had been to the Martial Disciple Training Building in the past month. He was very familiar with the environment inside.
However, when he entered, he found that the interior had changed greatly.
All kinds of equipment had been moved away. Only the dynamometer, speed detector, and physique detector were left.
Moreover, it wasn't just one or two machines. Instead, rows of them filled the entire training hall.
Each group included a dynamometer, a speed detector, and a physique detector. There were also two staff members standing next to them to check.
Each group had a number. The examinees would find the corresponding group according to the number on their admission ticket.
Wang Teng looked at his admission ticket — No. 8!
There was already a long line in front of the eighth group's machine. He walked over and followed behind the crowd.
Although there were many examinees, everyone was very self-conscious and didn't dare to cause trouble on such an important occasion. It didn't take long for the line to be formed.
The announcement of the beginning of the level assessment came from the broadcast.
The staff members of each group held a list in their hands and read out the examinees' names one by one.
"Wang Junming!"
"Qian Zhengxiang!"
… …
Every examinee whose name was read out came forward to take the test.
Intermediate Martial Disciples had to have a strength of 300-700kg, a speed of 100 meters in 7 to 5 seconds, and a physique of 50 to 80.
After the examinees finished taking the test, the examiners would read out the results on the spot and another staff member would enter it on the tablet in their hands.
"Wang Junming, strength 362, speed of 100 meters in 6.8 seconds, physique of 56 — pass!"
"Qian Zhengxiang, strength 411, speed of 100 meters in 6.2 seconds, physique of 61 — pass!"
… …
"XXX, strength 298, speed of 100 meters in 6.9 seconds, physique of 51 — fail!"
Hearing this announcement, an examinee's face turned pale as if he had lost his parents. He muttered unconsciously, "How could this be? How could this be? My strength was clearly over 300kg before, how could it be 2kg less now?! "
The other examinees couldn't help but look at him with pity. It was inevitable that there would be fluctuations in strength and speed. It all depended on one's performance.
Especially this kind of test where one was stuck in the middle. If one's performance was slightly worse, they would definitely not pass.
"No, I want to take the test again. I didn't fully display my strength. I'm already an intermediate Martial Disciple, I want to take the test again!"
That examinee was a little crazy. He rushed to the examiners and asked to take the test again.
"Drag him out!"
The examiners said indifferently.
Everyone only had one chance in the martial arts exam. How well they performed was also a test. If they didn't perform well, they couldn't blame others.
Moreover, the standards this year had been lowered a lot. If this examinee couldn't even meet this standard, there was no hope for him to take the combat test later. It would be a waste of time if he went!
As the examiners finished speaking, a few security guards with cold expressions appeared out of nowhere. They easily lifted the examinee and dragged him out of the examination hall.
"No, I won't go out. Give me another chance. I beg you, give me another chance …"
That examinee still refused to accept his fate and struggled with all his might, unwilling to leave.
"If you continue to cause trouble, you will be disqualified from the martial arts exam!" An indifferent voice came from the broadcast.
The examinee's struggling movements instantly stiffened. His entire body seemed to deflate, and he didn't dare to make a single sound.
The other examinees' hearts skipped a beat. The severity and inhumanity of this martial arts exam made their hearts even more tense. They didn't dare to slack off in the slightest, and they all took the upcoming test even more seriously.
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