The Super Draw of Devouring the Stars

Chapter 30
In Mingyue Community, Tang Cheng, who retired early, was happily taking care of a few potted flowers in front of the villa, when he heard a loud voice shouting from not far away: "Old Tang, congratulations!"

Tang Cheng turned around and saw that it was Wu Tong who came, and said with a smile: "Brother Wu, what is my happy event? Why don't I know?"

"Haha, he's not your good son-in-law Xia Yan!" Wu Tong took three steps in parallel, smiling all over his face, "A great event! The higher-ups have notified us that Xia Yan is going to be recruited into the elite training camp of our Xtreme Martial Arts Gym for special training." Training!"

"Do you know the elite training camp? It's also called the War God's Preparatory Camp! Warriors who can enter there, as long as they don't die, are sure to be the future God of War!"

"Hahaha! A god of war has emerged from our Yangzhou Xtreme Martial Arts Academy. This is a great joy!"

"What?!" Tang Cheng was taken aback and subconsciously said, "He did it before New Year's Day?"

"What did you say?" Wu Tong's eyes and ears were sharp, and he heard Tang Cheng's words clearly. He asked in surprise, "He expected it a long time ago?"

Tang Cheng said half-subtly and half proudly: "My son-in-law is very righteous and always likes to keep his hand. He said that he was already qualified to join the God of War preparatory camp, but the time has not come yet. I didn't believe it at first. , it seems that I am overthinking."

"Xia Yan is so confident?" Wu Tong was surprised, but then smiled and said, "Okay! It is a good thing to have confidence, so that you can pass the examination."

"What assessment?" Tang Cheng asked.

"Let's talk about this when Xia Yan comes back." Wu Tong said with a smile.

"Hahaha, that's fine, just now Yongqing called and said that Xia Yan will be back in a while, come on, Brother Wu, let's drink tea and wait..."

As soon as Xia Yan entered the house, what she saw was Wu Tong sitting on the sofa, passionately telling Tang Cheng's family of four about the wonders of the God of War preparatory camp.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Wu Tong's voice stopped abruptly, he immediately looked at the door, and said first: "Xia Yan is back."

"Chief instructor." Xia Yan replied politely.

Tang Cheng waved to Xia Yan and said with a smile: "Xia Yan, come here quickly, brother Wu has brought you good news!"

Xia Yan smiled as he walked: "Is it a matter of the War God's preparatory camp?"

Wu Tong nodded, looked at Xia Yan with some admiration in his eyes, and said with a smile: "You are really confident! Indeed, the higher-ups have notified you, you should not go anywhere these two days, our Xtreme Martial Arts Headquarters will send someone at any time to examine you."

"Also, Zhou Zhengyong, the president of the Extreme Guild Hall in Jiangnan Base City, asked me to ask you, how do you have the strength of a high-level warrior? Is it pure physical fitness to reach a high-level warrior? The comprehensive strength of combat skills and agility has reached the level of an advanced warrior?"

Because the military level certification in this world only looks at the record and not the strength, so people with the same strength have different combat power composition.

Undoubtedly, in the eyes of the God of War preparatory camp, or in the eyes of Hong, those who are purely physically fit have the lowest potential.

But even Zhou Zhengyong, who had never met him before, had great confidence in Xia Yan. The reason was simple: How could a person who passed the martial arts examination at the age of 20 be strong in physical fitness?
Conversely, since the physical fitness is weak, then it is strong in other aspects!

Not to mention that Zhou Zhengyong's thinking was too one-sided, at least this time he was right.

Xia Yan didn't hide anything, and calmly reported his latest data: "My current basic physical fitness is about 10000kg of boxing strength (the stronger the domineering Bajiquan and armed color, the faster the cultivation speed), and the amplitude of force is [-]kg. Three times the quadruple level of "Bajiquan", as for combat skills and body skills, it is at the level of artistic conception."

duang!

Wu Tong was so excited that he accidentally bumped his knee against the tea table, but he didn't pay attention to this trivial matter at all.

"What?" Wu Tong even roared loudly, his face was flushed, and he asked excitedly: "Artistic concept level? An artistic conception level that exceeds the perfect level of movement skills and perfect level of combat skills?"

"Yes!" Xia Yan nodded earnestly, "This time I occasionally got something in the rat tide, that kind of mysterious feeling is definitely the artistic conception!"

"call--"

Wu Tong seemed to have vented all his energy, and fell powerlessly on the back of the sofa. He slowly raised his hand and pointed at Xia Yan.

"You...you monster, pervert!"

Compared with Wu Tong's gaffe, people like Tang Cheng and others who are not warriors don't have any special feelings.

Tang Cheng looked distressedly at the tea table that was cracked by Wu Tong's knee - he chose it after shopping around the mall for several days - and asked doubtfully: "Brother Wu, is this artistic conception level very powerful? "

"It's not a question of whether you are powerful or not." Wu Tong sighed, suppressing the self-ashamedness in his heart, and said, "Let me put it this way, body skills are divided into four levels: ordinary - nuanced - perfect - artistic conception, and Among the gods of war in the world, more than [-]% are at the perfect level, more than [-]% are at the subtle level, and less than [-]% of the gods of war are at the artistic level!"

"hiss--"

Tang Cheng and Xu Jing didn't know what to do, and took a breath of cool air cooperatively.Tang Yongqing and Tang Yongyuan had already looked at Xia Yan with admiration.

"No wonder..." Wu Tong sighed: "With this strength, you can even compare to some ordinary gods of war. No wonder you can kill high-level beasts in the rat tide."

"Fortunately, good luck, I found out the position of the mouse beast commander in advance." Xia Yan continued to smile lightly.

Invisible coercion is the most deadly.

Wu Tong only felt another stab in his heart, he felt that he could not chat with Xia Yan anymore, so as not to be hurt more, after telling Xia Yan to prepare well, he left immediately.

Not to mention the joyful celebration at Xia Yan's family, Wu Tong contacted Zhou Zhengyong immediately after leaving and told him all about Xia Yan.

"What? Artistic conception!" Zhou Zhengyong roared, "Are you sure?"

Wu Tong smiled wryly: "Chairman, I'm just an ordinary warrior, and my body skills are only at the micro level. How can I have the ability to test the artistic conception level?"

"Physical fitness and strength amplitude are relatively simple, let him come to the hall to test tomorrow..."

After hanging up Wu Tong's phone, Zhou Zhengyong thought for a long time, and then hesitantly dialed the number of Inspector Wang.

"Master Inspector, I have the latest information to report to you. I sent someone to inquire about Xia Yan's specific strength. He claimed that he possessed artistic conception-level agility and combat skills. We don't have anyone who has reached the artistic conception level. Look... "

"En." Came a low and hoarse voice, no emotion could be heard.

While Zhou Zhengyong was anxiously waiting, Inspector Wang said: "I see, someone will come to check tomorrow, and you ask him to wait in the Yangzhou Guild Hall."

Zhou Zhengyong was taken aback, and before hanging up the phone, he quickly asked: "Master Inspector, this news is not certain, if he lies..."

"Don't be nervous." Inspector Wang's deep voice came, with an air of superiority without anger, he said lightly: "If he dares to lie, people tomorrow will teach him a lesson..."

In the early morning of the next day, Xia Yan was called by Wu Tong to the Yangzhou Extreme Clubhouse to measure the strength and speed of punches first.

boom!
With Xia Yan's full blow, he hit 11110kg, which is the middle level of junior fighters.

Coupled with force amplitude hit.

Huh-bang!

Hearing a loud sound, Wu Tong knew that the punch was stable. Looking at the display screen, as expected, Xia Yan punched 33433kg, which exceeded the baseline of a senior fighter.

In the subsequent speed test, Xia Yan also showed a corresponding level, but when it came to the nerve reaction speed test, Xia Yan broke through all the way, and at the speed of a senior warrior, he achieved the result of "Excellent Intermediate God of War"!

At this time, Wu Tong believed Xia Yan's words with [-]% of his heart.

Although the score of nerve response speed cannot represent the level of body skills, such a huge gap also means that Xia Yan's body skills must not be weak.

After a while, Zhou Zhengyong came over with the three supervisors under his command. When Zhou Zhengyong saw Wu Tong nodding quietly to him, Zhou Zhengyong let go of his hanging heart.

Although inspector Wang said that he would not cause trouble for himself "because of Xia Yan's possible lying", but who is willing to take the risk?
At that moment, Zhou Zhengyong chatted with Xia Yan in a pleasant manner.

While the few people were talking, a sonic boom that was as sharp as a dragon's chant suddenly changed from weak to strong.

Zhou Zhengyong said with a smile: "Here we are, let's go out to meet the special envoy of the headquarters."

Several people walked out of the guild hall, and happened to see a dark blue streamer cut through the sky, then stopped over the Mingyue Community, and then fell slowly.

This is a triangular dark blue fighter plane. Zhou Zhengyong saw it and immediately said in surprise: "It turned out to be a king-level smart fighter plane. I don't know which high-ranking God of War from the headquarters is here?"

King-level smart fighters are very expensive, and no major contributors have the right to buy them. In the Xtreme Martial Art Museum, only a few extremely powerful high-level war gods own them.

Just when Zhou Zhengyong was guessing which strong man was coming, the hatch of the fighter plane opened, and a man with a leopard head and eyes around him, a swallow jaw and a tiger beard jumped down from the fighter plane in mid-air.

"Hahaha, it turned out to be Senior Lin Chong, unexpectedly you are here!" Zhou Zhengyong stepped forward quickly, and said in a slightly respectful tone.

"Lin Chong?" Xia Yan's heart moved, and he found out from the collected materials of the God of War.

"Lin Chong, originally named Lin Cong, changed his name because he loved reading Water Margin when he was young, and he especially liked Lin Chong, the leopard head in it. He is Hong's favorite disciple. God of War."

While thinking about Lin Chong's relevant information, Xia Yan thought: "It seems that this is my opponent today. Judging from the record, he is very strong, but I don't know how far I can fight him with all my firepower? "

After Lin Chong exchanged a few words with Zhou Zhengyong, his sharp gaze crossed the crowd and looked at Xia Yan: "You are Xia Yan? Yes, you have the temperament of a young talent."

Xia Yan smiled respectfully and said: "Senior Lin Chong, I will ask for your advice later!"

"Advice? Hahahaha!" Lin Chong smiled boldly, and Ling Rui's fighting spirit suddenly surged on his body, as if he wanted to pierce the sky.

Lin Chong looked at Xia Yan coldly, with a trace of murderous intent in his eyes: "Boy, I will not show mercy, if you do not reach the artistic level, you will die!"

Xia Yan's will is as strong as steel, Lin Chong's pressure is like a breeze blowing on his face, and he smiled lightly: "Then we will wait and see."

Lin Chong took a deep look at Xia Yan, and was very satisfied in his heart. Apart from other things, just because of Xia Yan's will to be neither humble nor overbearing, his future achievements will not be low.

Under Wu Tong's guidance, Xia Yan repeatedly tested the strength and speed of his punches. When he was about to test the nerve reaction speed again, he was stopped by Lin Chong.

PS: Brothers and sisters, don’t worry about your fists, isn’t there gauntlets?
I have my schedule, OK?

(End of this chapter)