Wang Teng had done his homework.
Origin Stones were formed when the Force of Heaven and Earth fused with minerals. They were buried deep in the ground through special topography. After a long period of evolution, they slowly formed into minerals with Force crystals.
They were mainly produced in the Xingwu World.
Earth had only been eroded by Force for a short 30 years. It was not enough to produce Origin Stones.
As for Spiritual Pills, they were created by alchemists who used special methods to smelt all kinds of Spiritual Pills. They had all kinds of uses.
These two resources were usually only used by Martial Artists. Of course, for Advanced Martial Disciples who wanted to become Martial Artists, they were very important.
If some people could not absorb enough Force when they were breaking through to become Martial Artists, all their previous efforts would be wasted.
At this time, a few Origin Stones rich in Force or a Spiritual Pill were the best insurance.
However, Origin Stones and Spiritual Pills were important resources that only the major forces could distribute in large quantities.
Only martial artists who belonged to these forces, such as universities, the military, or the heavyweight martial arts dojos, could enjoy such benefits.
As for the other smaller forces, they could only enjoy a limited amount of them.
Even on the market, only a few big brand companies that were officially recognized could sell them.
After all, if these resources fell into the hands of some schemers and were cultivated into Martial Artists with bad morals, it would be very troublesome.
Although some black markets had them, they were not in large quantities. They were always priceless.
The principal of Donghai High School took out these two items as rewards. It was undoubtedly a big deal!
As for the mysterious reward, Wang Teng was speechless.
Did these people like to play this kind of game?
Last time, Zhou Baiyun was like this. Now, even their principal was doing this. It was so boring. How old was he?
"Principal, I think your reward system is very good. It can stimulate the motivation of the candidates to the greatest extent. I believe that our school will achieve good results in the Martial Arts College Entrance Examination. You can rest assured and prepare the rewards," Wang Teng said righteously.
He did not mention himself at all!
However, the principal's eyes lit up. He and Wang Teng looked at each other and revealed a meaningful smile. They had a tacit understanding.
"With Wang Teng's words, I can rest assured!"
"Alright, I won't disturb your rest any further. Examinees who have finished their assessment can rest in the afternoon. After that, you will head to the next examination venue in the evening."
After saying that, the principal clasped his hands behind his back and left with the other school leaders.
"Speaking of which, how come I've never heard of rewards in the martial arts exam?" Wang Teng asked Lin Chuhan, who was beside him.
"It's always been there. You're the one who didn't pay attention. How dare you say that? You're either skipping class or not paying attention. It would be strange if you knew!" Lin Chuhan rolled his eyes.
"Yes, yes, yes ~ Alright, it's my fault!" Wang Teng laughed awkwardly.
"What are your plans for the afternoon?" Yang Jian interrupted.
"There's a live broadcast of the assessment in the afternoon in the cafeteria. I'll pass the time there," Lin Chuhan suggested.
"That's a good idea. We should pay attention to the level assessment in the afternoon. Who knows if there will be any dark horses among the remaining examinees?" Yang Jian nodded. Then, he looked at Wang Teng. "Young Master Wang, what about you? "Young Master Wang, what are your plans?"
"I'm going to find a place to sleep." Wang Teng yawned.
"Alright, you're the boss. You can do whatever you want!" Yang Jian was impressed.
In the end, Wang Teng didn't go anywhere. During the assessment period, even the students who had finished the assessment couldn't run around.
He had no choice but to stay in the cafeteria like the other students.
The one-hour break quickly passed.
The candidates who didn't participate in the level assessment entered the examination hall one after another and started a new round of assessment.
The students of Grade 12 (8) gathered together to watch the live broadcast of the assessment. They commented from time to time.
Lin Chuhan and Yang Jian were also watching with great interest and started to discuss with the other students.
Wang Teng was playing with his phone in boredom.
In fact, most of the candidates were only Intermediate Martial Disciples. There were only a few Advanced Martial Disciples.
After almost half an hour, the Advanced Martial Disciples started to appear.
"Look, it's Yan Peng from Huiying Middle School. Strength: 924, speed: 3.6 seconds, physique: 93!" Yang Jian suddenly exclaimed.
Everyone's attention was attracted and they started to talk about it.
"This result is comparable to our school's Zhou Wu. His strength and speed are both better than Zhou Wu!"
"Their physiques are the same!"
"If they really fight, Zhou Wu will be at a disadvantage."
"That's hard to say. Although Zhou Wu's strength and speed are slightly weaker, don't forget that strength includes basic combat skills."
"That's right. If Zhou Wu's mastery of basic combat skills is higher than Yan Peng's, then it's hard to say who will win …"
The crowd couldn't help but compare the strength of the two.
When the students of Huiying Middle School heard the discussion of the students of Donghai Middle School, their faces were filled with pride.
Look, our Huiying Middle School also has a strong Advanced Martial Disciple. He's not worse than your Middle School. What's there to be proud of?
However, when they saw Wang Teng, who was playing with his phone in boredom, ignoring the appearance of an Advanced Martial Disciple like Yan Peng, the students of Huiying Middle School were immediately discouraged.
Even if it was Yan Peng, there was still a big gap between him and Wang Teng!
With such a big boss in Donghai Middle School, Huiying Middle School wouldn't be able to make a comeback this year.
How despicable!
How did Donghai Middle School produce such a monster?
The students of Huiying Middle School were very unhappy, but there was nothing they could do.
Unless there was a hidden dark horse in Huiying, and it had to be as dark as Wang Teng from Donghai Middle School.
…
The level assessment was finally coming to an end. Although there were many Advanced Martial Disciples, none of them were stronger than Zhou Wu and Yan Peng.
Most of their strength didn't exceed 900, and their speed was basically between 5 to 4 seconds per 100 meters. Their physique was also in the 80s, and only one or two of them exceeded 90. There was still a certain gap between them and Zhou Wu and Yan Peng.
Five o 'clock.
The level assessment was completely over.
All the examinees were divided into two groups. One group was those who didn't pass and were about to leave, while the other group was those who passed and were about to head to the next location.
In the square of Jixin Martial House, Liu Wenshi stood in front of the examinees and spoke.
"Although it's a pity that some of you didn't pass, you are still young. You will have a chance next year and the year after. As long as you are determined to take the martial arts exam and don't give up, I believe that you will pass the exam and enter university one day.
"Our country is paying more and more attention to martial arts. You should all be able to see it, so don't give up so easily. You still have a chance. I hope to see you next year."
His words undoubtedly made the disappointed examinees who were wavering become determined again. If they couldn't pass this year, they could take the exam next year or the year after.
Martial arts was already the trend of the times. If they couldn't become martial artists, they would fall at the end of the era. No one was willing to be a subordinate.
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