From afar, Garon saw three contestants, including his sister, gently release their bowstrings. Three arrows flew out and nailed themselves onto the target.
His eyesight was not that good, but he could see that the other contestants' arrows were slightly off target, while his sister's arrow was much closer to the bullseye.
Cheers and boos came from the surrounding area. Ying Er's class 6 had the loudest cheers.
Then came the second round, the third round …
Garon did not know the rules, but he saw that Ying Er's every shot attracted a lot of cheers. Students and girls from class 6 shouted her name. It seemed that she was quite popular, and did not want to be a yes-man in front of her parents.
It took more than an hour for the statistics to be completed. Garen kept yawning as he watched. Finally, when it was time to go to the dojo for the test, he waved goodbye to his sister before he squeezed through the crowd and left.
After squeezing out of the lively crowd, the other areas of the school were quite deserted. Occasionally, students and teachers would pass by hurriedly carrying things. Apparently, they were preparing for some sports event.
Garon looked at the sky. The sun was pale white and did not give him any warmth. The autumn wind still made him feel cold.
Walking out of the deserted school gate, he turned and walked towards the street where the dojo branch was located.
The White Cloud Dojo had set up a branch on the street next to the Shengying Academy. Most of the students there were from the academy, so the academy did not object to it.
Garon took out the key and entered the White Cloud Dojo through the gate. There were a few people in white clothes sitting on the chairs in the front hall. There were both young and old. One of them was the instructor that Garon had seen before, the beautiful Sharmilla.
Garon did not know the others.
The chairs in the front hall were only for the management staff of the dojo. Although students were not prohibited from sitting there, there were only a few good seats in the hall. As a junior, he was embarrassed to sit there.
Garen nodded politely at Sharmilla and walked towards the sports field from the left side of the path. He did not enter the field. Instead, he walked along the eaves to the left and soon came to a small room with a white door. He gently knocked on the door.
"Come in, the door is not locked." A young man's voice came from inside.
Garon pushed the door open and walked in.
Inside was a room that looked like an office or an archive room. A gentle-looking man was sitting in front of a desk, holding a pen and circling it, as if he was thinking about something.
"What's the matter? The registration period has already passed. If you want to register, you have to wait until next season. "The man didn't even raise his head as he looked at the documents in front of him.
"I'm not here to sign up. I'm a branch student who was selected as an official disciple some time ago. My name is Garon." Garon walked to the table, pulled out a chair, and sat down. "I want to apply to become an official Dojo Master's disciple."
"Oh, that's simple. Fill in this form first. "
The man handed over a form with a white background and a black frame. There were requirements to fill in from name, age, family, parents, siblings, and so on.
Garon picked up a pen and began to fill in the form. As he was filling in the form, there was a faint sound of cheering coming from outside. It seemed that there were disciples fighting each other, and a group of people gathered around to watch the excitement.
Garon glanced back. Through the open door, he just happened to see a few onlookers clapping and cheering.
"There's a group of little brats betting outside. The loser will have to treat everyone to dinner tonight. Don't look, hurry up and fill in your form. "The man said with a smile.
Garon quickly filled in the form and handed it to him. He watched as the man reviewed it once, picked up a stamp, and stamped it with a bang.
"Okay, take it to the Dojo Master's Finance Department. Then pay a 1000 yuan application fee and wait for the schedule."
"Oh, got it. I haven't received my allowance yet, so I can deduct it directly from it. " Garon got up and left the office. He walked back under the eaves, holding the form, and looked at the place where the crowd was gathered around the sports field.
In the middle of the crowd, there was a constant sound of punching and kicking. Garon glanced through the gap. There were two people fighting. One of them was a boy from his batch, and the other was someone he didn't recognize.
There was nothing interesting about their fighting style. They were only slightly better than Garon himself. They should be ordinary students from the Dojo Master's branch.
He walked along the dojo and turned into the main hall. The people who were sitting before were gone. There was only a young student sweeping the floor with a broom.
Without giving it much thought, Garen walked out of the dojo and headed towards the academy. The competition was still going on, but the focus had changed to the women's swimming competition. One by one, the girls wearing skimpy swimsuits attracted whistles from below.
Without looking much, Garon took the form and headed out of the Academy. He hailed a carriage at the Academy gate and headed straight to the Dojo Master's branch.
*****
More than ten minutes later …
"There are three people who applied for the Dojo Master's disciple assessment today. Let me remind you in advance. If this application doesn't pass, the money you paid will go down the drain."
On the white sports field, a middle-aged man with a mustache dressed in black said loudly to the three young people in front of him.
"Got it!"
The three of them answered loudly.
From left to right, there was a black-haired girl, the purple-haired Garon with red eyes, and a huge muscular man. All three of them were wearing white Dojo clothes.
"The condition is simple. If you can last half a minute against me, you pass." The mustached man said calmly. He crossed his arms in front of his chest, unconsciously revealing his strong chest muscles and black hair.
"Half a minute?" Garon and the other two shuddered. They knew that this man must have a reason for saying so.
"Don't worry. I'm just checking your overall quality," the mustached man said calmly. "Who's first?"
"I'll go first."
The black-haired girl was the first to step forward.
The two of them did not exchange any pleasantries. They stood still, looked at each other, and immediately began.
The mustached man took a step forward, causing the ground to tremble slightly. He lunged forward and threw a straight punch. His speed was surprisingly fast, unlike the usual slow movements of the White Cloud Dojo instructors.
The girl could not dodge in time and her shoulder was brushed to the side. Just as she was about to counterattack, she was immediately chased by another punch. She had no choice but to run away.
Amidst the sound of running and chasing, the two of them circled around each other. Finally, the black-haired girl cried out and fell to the ground.
The mustached man stopped punching and stood still. He was not out of breath at all.
"Around 17 seconds." He shook his head.
"Thank you for your guidance, Senior Brother." The black-haired girl gritted her teeth, got up, and bowed. She then stood aside and prepared to watch the other two take the test. Obviously, she had failed and wanted to see the other's standards.
Garon knew that he had just obtained the secret technique and the Explosive Fist Arts not long ago. It was impossible for him to use them immediately. Those who could learn the Explosive Fist Arts in a few weeks were not called geniuses, but monsters!
Therefore, he was prepared to only use strength that could meet the requirements for this test.
He glanced at the other brawny man and saw that he was frowning slightly. He seemed to be troubled. Those who could take the test here were all very confident students of the branch dojo. All of them had learned the Explosive Fist Arts and the White Cloud Secret Technique.
He did not know what level the brawny man's White Cloud Secret Technique was, but the Explosive Fist Arts seemed to have some effect. His muscles and skin had certain characteristics. He was close to the beginner level.
However, the girl just now did not have these characteristics at all. She was purely relying on some other mixed techniques to react.
"Let me do it this time." Garon did not waste any more time and stepped forward.
The man with the handlebar mustache glanced at him and a hint of appreciation flashed in his eyes.
"As a new disciple who has just been taught the Explosive Fist Arts, you did not lose your confidence in the test just now. Not bad, not bad."
"Whether or not you have confidence isn't something that can be determined just by looking." Garen took a deep breath and said calmly.
"Okay! Then I'll start. "
"Please."
Garon stood still and looked at the man with the handlebar mustache. He lowered his waist and stepped forward again. A straight punch came at him at a very fast speed. However, he did not know why, but his instincts told him that this punch was very easy to dodge.
Without thinking much, he leaned to the right and the punch missed. Garon was about to put his hand on the punch to throw the man, but he did not expect the man to retract his fist like a snake. Like a spring, another straight punch came at his shoulder.
With a hiss, Garon did not dodge this time. His shoulder was grazed, and he felt a little hot.
Without waiting for him to catch his breath, another straight punch came at him. This time, it was the right shoulder.
Garon wanted to take the initiative to meet it, but he was afraid of exposing the level of his Explosive Fist Arts. He could only endure it and awkwardly dodge to the side. However, he had never practiced dodging techniques. He used to fight head-on. So this time, although he dodged most of the punch, he was still grazed by the edge.
Fortunately, his skin was rough and his flesh was thick. The Elementary Explosive Fist Arts had hardened the stratum corneum of his skin. When he was grazed, he only felt a little pain and was fine.
"Eh?"
The man with the handlebar mustache was slightly surprised. His fist contained a certain level of Explosive Fist Arts. When he hit someone, it would not only cause pain, but also have the effect of numbing the nerves. However, after hitting the boy's shoulder twice in a row, the boy continued to dodge as if nothing had happened.
Seven or eight seconds had passed.
"This boy is a seedling. His physical fitness is not bad. This physique is considered very strong among his peers. " A thought flashed in his mind. He wanted to try again. He retracted his fist and instantly increased the speed of his punch.
Along with the punch, the tightly bound sleeves produced a slight hissing sound.
This punch was aimed at his right shoulder. This time, even if he saw it, he would not be able to dodge it. The speed of this punch was almost twice as fast as the previous ones.
With a bang, Garon took three steps back. He stood there with a slight blush on his face. When he wanted to raise his hand, he was completely unable to move his right hand.
"Ten seconds." The man with the handlebar mustache withdrew his fist and stood upright. A trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes. His body was very strong, and his footsteps were a little clumsy. However, when he really moved, the explosive speed of his fist was not ordinary.
"Next one. Let's hurry up and finish the test."
The last big man gritted his teeth and walked forward.
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