Dojos were very common in the Tianwu Continent.
Dojos existed in every county and every village, but the scale was different.
And the Lin Family Village's dojo was obviously the lowest class …
Lin Feng looked at the Pang Ran building in front of him with bright eyes and slowly approached it. The dojo was located in the center of the mountain peak, and the surrounding houses were like stars surrounding the moon. It was the symbol of the Lin Family Village.
"I heard that the dojo was built with four energy stones. How wonderful." Lin Feng was amazed. Suddenly, his eyes caught sight of the entrance and he couldn't help but smile.
Not far away, a transparent door that looked like mist could be clearly seen. It emitted a faint luster, and a two-meter-tall blockhead with bulging muscles could be seen. He gritted his teeth and squeezed into the mist. Half of his body had already entered.
The dojo's main entrance required the strength of an Intermediate Apprentice to enter.
With a slight smile, Lin Feng walked up.
"Don't use brute force, use explosive power." As Lin Feng spoke, his right hand stretched out like a fist. In a split second, the fog was torn apart, and his body naturally entered it.
His eyes were like copper bells, and with a "Peng" sound, the blockhead's mouth was wide open, and his appearance was extremely comical.
…
"Brother Feng!"
"Hello, Brother Feng."
The dojo's main hall was quite lively. When everyone saw Lin Feng, they all greeted him.
The dojo was divided into three floors. The first floor was for Intermediate Apprentices, and it didn't seem crowded even with hundreds of people. The second floor was for Advanced Apprentices, and it was the same size as the first floor. However, in the entire Lin Family Village, only five people could use it. The treatment was obviously different.
As for the third floor …
Only martial artists were allowed to enter that place.
Along the way, Lin Feng heard the respectful greetings. Soon, he stepped into the second floor of the dojo. Compared to the liveliness of the first floor, the second floor was much more empty and deserted. Lin Feng looked around. The second floor was a few hundred meters wide, and there were only three figures. Lin Nanhu was not among them.
"Feng!"
"Xiao Feng, you're here."
As soon as he entered the Training Hall, two youths who were sparring saw Lin Feng and greeted him with a smile.
"Brother Man, Brother Sheng!" Lin Feng shouted with a smile. His voice was filled with respect. When he was still young, the two of them had taught him. Although it was only once or twice, Lin Feng remembered it in his heart and had never forgotten it.
Although there were a total of five Advanced Apprentices in the Lin Family Village, they did not necessarily have to train in the dojo.
For example, Lin Feng liked to sweat profusely in the training field.
"I wonder how much progress I've made in the past half a month," Lin Feng muttered to himself. He quickly walked past the two of them and stepped onto a slender track. With a 'beep' sound, a white light flashed, and the entire track seemed to be wrapped in a layer of light, which was quite strange.
Speed testing machine.
It was also constructed from energy stones.
"Inhale, inhale …"
With his chest heaving up and down, Lin Feng's eyes narrowed as he adjusted his breathing, allowing his muscles to relax slightly in preparation.
Suddenly — —
Lin Feng fiercely exerted his strength!
Whoosh!
Like an arrow piercing through the air, Lin Feng reached his maximum speed in the blink of an eye. His legs were powerful, and his upper body was leaning forward to generate enough momentum. The fierce sprint made him fly like an arrow released from a bow. In the blink of an eye, he had already rushed past the area covered by the white light. Only then did he slowly slow down and stop.
"Tsk tsk, not bad, not bad at all," a slightly hoarse male voice sounded.
Lin Feng turned his head and saw a lean, muscular man standing in front of the testing machine with his hands crossed.
"Brother Ting." Lin Feng smiled and nodded. Lin Ting was the oldest of the five Advanced Apprentices in the Lin Family Village. He was already 29 years old this year.
In other words, he had already reached the limit of a Martial Artist.
"Not bad, little guy, 6.12 seconds. 0.12 seconds to reach the standard of a Preparatory Martial Artist," Lin Ting praised.
Looking at the number displayed on the testing machine, Lin Feng shook his head, "Compared to you, Brother Ting, I'm still lacking by quite a bit."
"You little brat, how dare you compare yourself to me now!" Lin Ting's eyes widened, and he pretended to be angry, "Back then, you were still a Beginner Apprentice!"
"Heh, it's all thanks to Brother Ting's teachings," Lin Feng revealed a rare relaxed and natural expression. In his heart, Lin Ting was like an older brother.
"Don't pretend to be innocent after receiving such a benefit!"
… …
Physical Strength Testing Machine.
"0.92, 0.94, 0.96 … …"
Lin Feng stared at the jumping numbers on the mirror without blinking. He held his breath and didn't move an inch. At this moment, Lin Ting was in the middle of the test.
"Ding!" A melodious sound rang out, and the numbers on the mirror panel stopped moving. Finally, it froze — —
0.99
Lin Feng sighed, feeling a little regretful.
The standard of a Preparatory Martial Artist's Physical Strength was 1.
Titanium 1.
"Damn it!" Lin Ting had already come out of the Physical Strength Testing Machine. He clenched his fists, clearly disappointed and unwilling.
Seeing this, Lin Feng didn't know how to comfort him.
He understood Lin Ting's current feelings. If it were him, he wouldn't feel good either.
"Brother Ting, there's still half a month, and you're only missing 0.01 titanium," Lin Feng softly encouraged. Although he said that, he also knew that the effect wasn't great.
Physical training gets harder and harder towards the end. 0.01 titanium was nothing to him, but to Lin Ting who was nearing the end of his lifespan, it was a huge hurdle!
"I can only rely on myself, Brother Ting." Lin Feng sighed in his heart and stepped into the testing machine.
"Hua!"
A bright white light flashed. Lin Feng slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His body stood tall like a pine tree.
His hands formed into palms, tightened and clenched, the muscles on his arms bulging.
In a split second — —
Pressure came from all directions, crazily squeezing his body!
… …
"1.07, 1.09, 1.11 … …"
"Sure enough, youth is capital." Looking at the constantly rising numbers, Lin Ting's eyes were filled with deep envy.
He couldn't help but sigh!
At this time last year, Lin Feng's physical strength was only 0.9 titanium. This year, it had far surpassed him, and surpassed the standard of a preparatory martial artist — 1 titanium.
"Ding!"
Looking at the final number, Lin Ting couldn't help but laugh bitterly.
Indeed … … too strong.
"You brat!" Lin Ting punched Lin Feng's lower abdomen. Suddenly, he felt as if he had punched an iron plate. He was speechless. "With this small body of yours, I really don't know how you train to have such a strong physical strength. It's infuriating!"
Lin Feng's gaze was also fixed on the mirror panel. Looking at the clear '1.13' number, the corners of his mouth curved into a satisfied smile.
Physical strength was his forte.
It had to be said that it was all due to his strange illness.
Although it was incomparably painful, it was as if he had been tempered with steel, causing his body to become incomparably strong. Regardless of whether it was his strength or speed, he had benefited from it. As for the toughness of his body, as the most direct point of resistance, the extent of the increase was rather astonishing.
"If only I could have a few more episodes of this illness every day … …"
Lin Feng thought about it, but even he shook his head and smiled. It had always been begging and not acting up. Who would do the opposite?
Looking into the distance, Lin Feng stepped forward. There … …
It was the last test.
… …
… …
"Strength has always been my weak point. I wonder how far away I am from 600 jin." Lin Feng's expression was serious as he looked forward.
In front of the strength testing machine, Lin Ting's expression was solemn. He didn't accumulate any strength at all. Very casually, he punched the machine with both fists. Bang! Bang! Bang! A series of low punching sounds rang out. The number on the machine kept changing. "675,638,659,692 … …"
The standard strength of a preparatory martial artist was 600 jin.
After punching more than ten times in a row, Lin Ting seemed to have vented the displeasure in his heart. He curled his lips and shook his head.
"Brother Ting's strength is indeed amazing." Looking at the number, Lin Feng couldn't help but reveal an envious expression. Every martial artist had their own strengths. He was good at physical strength, while Lin Ting was good at strength. The two of them were the exact opposite of each other. Lin Ting was good at physical strength, while he — —
Was good at strength.
"Inhale, exhale!"
Lin Feng slowly took a deep breath and relaxed his entire body. This kind of serious expression was completely absent from the speed and physical strength tests.
Suddenly — —
Lin Feng's gaze focused. Like a dozing tiger, his spine instantly tightened like a bowstring. The force from his right leg was transmitted to his waist. Through his spine, this powerful twisting force was transformed into strength. Lin Feng's right fist was like the sharp claws of a fierce tiger, drawing an arc in an instant.
"Bang!"
The machine shook violently. Immediately, a clear number appeared — — "550."
"It's still far from enough." Shaking his head, Lin Feng was clearly not satisfied.
Compared to the improvement of his physical strength, the improvement of his strength was very slow. Even if he persisted in practicing the spear, the effect was still average. And this was his full blow. If he were to casually hit like Lin Ting, he would not be able to pass the 500 mark.
"You kid, don't frown!" Lin Ting crossed his arms and curled his lips. "Be content. When I was your age, I had just become an intermediate martial artist apprentice! With your speed of improvement … Don't need much. In one year, at most two years, you will definitely reach the physical fitness of a preparatory martial artist. Tsk, at that time you were only twenty years old. You could be ranked second in the history of the entire Lin Family Village. You really make people jealous! "
Lin Feng returned a smile and did not speak.
If Lin Ting knew that his goal was the preparatory martial artist assessment in half a month, he would probably blow his beard and faint.
Indeed, his speed of improvement was already amazing.
But … two years, or even one year, was too long for him.
He could wait, but his sister could not.
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