Taylor looked at the listless guy in front of him with a strange expression. He was an experienced close range mech pilot, and was naturally very perceptive. He was puzzled. Why would someone of his level come for the assessment? Was he tired of living?
The combat assessment was divided into two parts. One was the combat assessment, and the other was mech actual combat. Both parts of the assessment were highly dangerous. The combat assessment was one such example. If one was not strong enough, injuries were minor, and death was not out of the question.
"Sir, are you sure you want to participate in the assessment?" Taylor reminded him kindly. Taylor was a burly man with a fierce look, but he was not a bad person.
The other party's eyes were half-closed, and he did not react at all. He looked like he was asleep.
Taylor furrowed his brows, but there was a trace of displeasure in his heart. He had done this out of goodwill, but he did not expect the other party to completely ignore him.
He snorted coldly, and stepped forward. His right hand formed a claw, and reached for Ye Chong's shoulder. Seeing that the other party did not respond, Taylor decided to throw him out of the arena.
The moment he made his move, all the participants who were watching secretly praised him in their hearts. His move was clean and fast, and he looked like an expert.
As an examiner, Taylor's ability was obvious. Just now, he had been presiding over the combat assessment. His strength was obvious to everyone below the stage. Everyone in the audience believed that the sleepy youth would be thrown out of the arena immediately. The other recruitment staff, on the other hand, were displeased. They did not want to let this annoying guy go so easily. However, they knew that Taylor was a straightforward person, and could not do anything about it.
However, under the watchful eyes of the audience, the situation on the field underwent a shocking change!
Ye Chong's condition did not improve. Shang's training requirements conflicted with his already formed way of thinking, and with the high level of mental exhaustion, his mind temporarily blanked out.
However, no matter how bad his condition was, he had not lost something!
Instinct! Instinct, honed from thousands of times of hard training, and countless life and death situations!
Since his days on the trash planet, combat had accompanied Ye Chong as he grew up. After all these years, it had become an instinct in his blood and skin.
Therefore, when he sensed danger, Ye Chong moved instinctively.
His entire body didn't move, but his right shoulder sunk slightly. His right arm that was originally hanging down suddenly became like a flexible snake, hissing and twisting towards Taylor's right hand at lightning speed. This was the secret technique of the September Lan Family, the unrivalled control of muscles.
Taylor's right arm would be torn into pieces the moment it was entangled by Ye Chong's right arm.
This sudden turn of events stunned everyone below the stage!
Taylor's eyes glinted coldly. He turned his right wrist and met Ye Chong's right palm.
Pa!
The crisp sound of impact reverberated throughout the assessment area. It did not sound like the clash of fists and feet, but more like the crack of a whip.
This crisp sound was like the first note of a song.
Pa pa pa pa …
Without any preparation, a series of densely packed explosive sounds rang out incessantly like a torrential storm.
Everyone in the audience stared blankly at the arena. They had not expected the development of the situation to be so different from what they had expected. The two figures clashed with each other. Their speed was so fast that it was hard to see their every attack clearly.
Taylor's attack seemed to have triggered something in Ye Chong. Stimulated by the attack, Ye Chong's body reacted naturally - to retaliate!
The scene was abnormally intense. Within a small area, the afterimages created by the high-speed movements completely covered the figures of the two people. The audience could only see two blurry figures within a mass of gray shadows.
However, the incessant sounds of fists and feet made the scene even more exciting. Such an exciting fight was not usually seen. Everyone leaned forward with their eyes wide open, afraid to miss a single detail.
From the looks of it, the two combatants were evenly matched. However, the strength displayed by both combatants was shocking to the audience. How strong was Taylor? When he tested the others before him, the audience had a rough idea of his strength. However, it seemed that he had hidden his true strength in the test just now. Even the few people who had just passed the test had ashen faces, and they were secretly rejoicing in their hearts.
Although Taylor's strength was inconceivable, it was still understandable. After all, he was an examiner. How could he be an examiner if he was not skilled?
What was even more shocking was Number 231, who was fighting with Taylor! At first, everyone thought that he was just a hooligan who came in to have fun. They did not expect him to be a hidden expert. There were hundreds of people in the arena, but none of them saw through his disguise. Such an inconspicuous young man could fight Taylor to a standstill. Many people in the audience were shocked by his strength. Branam was one of them. He remembered his tone when he spoke to the young man just now, and his back was wet with sweat.
Fingers, wrists, elbows, shoulders, knees, legs - every part of the young man's body seemed to be able to twist and turn at will. Normal people's laws did not work on him at all.
Close combat had always been one of Taylor's best techniques. He did not expect that he would one day be suppressed by someone else using the same method!
Suppressed - that was the right word. Although from an outsider's point of view, the two of them were equally matched, Taylor, who was in the middle of the battle, knew that he was completely suppressed by his opponent!
His opponent's attacks defied logic, always coming from the strangest of angles. Not only that, the young man's explosive strength was astonishing. Even in such a small area, his every attack was full of strength. Taylor's hands were already feeling numb.
A strange body, a strange attack, and the strangest thing was the man's expression. It was emotionless, and his pale gray eyes were lifeless. Every time his eyes met, Taylor would feel a chill run down his spine.
Ye Chong's mind was blank. He did not know what he was doing. The overuse of his mental energy had caused him to fall into a temporary trance. Everything he was doing now was based on his body's instincts from long years of combat training.
He was in a strange state now. Because all of his actions were completely instinctive. If his body sensed danger, he would react immediately. It was so fast that he did not need to think. Because of this, Ye Chong's movements became faster, and his reflexes became more direct. It was also in this state that Ye Chong's hand speed, which had been stagnant for a long time, improved again.
Ye Chong's hand speed was already terrifying to begin with, and now it was even faster. Under such a torrential attack, Taylor only had the strength to parry, and he complained incessantly in his heart. However, he did not expect that, with only the ability to defend, the danger he faced was greatly reduced, and the intensity of the attacks was greatly reduced.
Every time he attacked, it was because of the external danger he was in. With only the ability to defend, Taylor's danger was greatly reduced. Under his instincts, Taylor's attacks were also greatly reduced.
While he did not understand why, Taylor heaved a sigh of relief. With his rich experience, he quickly discovered the pattern. As long as he did not attack first, the opponent's attacks would quickly decrease.
A few times, he slowed down his attacks, and as expected, the pressure from the opponent decreased. Once, he had an idea. He first slowed down his attacks, and then suddenly attacked!
This ambush almost cost him his life.
Before his attack could even touch the opponent's clothes, the opponent seemed to have predicted it, and suddenly increased the intensity of his attacks. If he had not been prepared, he would have died. However, the wind from the punches brushed past his face a few times, hurting him and making him break out in a cold sweat.
This strange young man was like a porcupine, untouchable. As long as one did not touch him, there would be no danger. If one accidentally touched him, the sharp thorns would definitely pierce through one's heart.
Taylor felt that the terrifying young man before him was not normal. However, he was secretly glad that the young man was not normal, or he would be in deep trouble today.
The most important thing now was to make the strange young man stop. As he tried his best to defend against the endless attacks, Taylor thought to himself. Right now, he didn't dare to speak at all. In front of an expert like the other party, even the slightest gap would be extremely fatal.
Suddenly, an idea flashed through his mind, and he thought of a good idea.
Thus, the crowd saw an extremely strange scene.
The two of them slowed down, and the afterimages around them disappeared. Their attacks were no longer difficult to follow, but became clearer and clearer.
The more they fought, the slower they became. In just a short while, they were like two old men practicing boxing.
Everyone in the audience was dumbfounded. They were puzzled. What kind of play was this?
Taylor slowly calmed down. He moved his hands as gently as if he was swatting away mosquitoes, afraid that the slightest provocation would drive the young man crazy again.
He did not expect it to work. He deliberately softened his movements, and almost immediately lowered the intensity of the young man's attacks.
Seeing an opportunity, Taylor suddenly retreated. He looked like a frightened little rabbit. Once he was out of the young man's attack range, the young man froze on the spot.
Taylor stared at the young man in front of him. After confirming that the young man would not attack again, he let out a long sigh of relief. He wiped away his cold sweat, and from the corner of his eye, he saw the shocked faces of the crowd, and blushed.
Fortunately, he was thick-skinned and experienced. He cleared his throat and said, "Number 231 has passed the combat test. Next, the mech combat test."
Thank goodness he was only in charge of the combat test. If it was a real battle … Taylor's heart skipped a beat. (To be continued. If you want to know what happened next, please log on to WWW. CMFU. com. More chapters. Support the author. Support legal reading!)
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