The assessment started less than ten minutes ago.

The news that Nosha broke the elite camp speed test record in recent years by more than doubling the speed of the second place in the same batch has spread like wildfire throughout the training ground.

Some people are amazed by it, and some people admire it endlessly.

——Some people were stunned for a long time, unable to accept it.

For example, Shiliu.

"I heard that the total runway is only 1,200 meters, but you beat Rossi and the others by 800 meters?"

On the strength assessment field, Xiliu, who had the same turn as Nuo Xia, looked at him sideways with a cigarette in his mouth, and his tone was sour, as if he had two kilograms of lemons:

"You haven't slept for more than a week, haven't you? You've been at the training ground every day, and you're still so strong now?"

"good."

Nuo Xia curled his lips. He was also a little depressed. He had obviously tried his best to contain it and ran away, but he accidentally failed to hold it down at the end. In the end, he still fell short and created a scene that shocked others...

Forget it, if you can't keep a low profile, then you might as well stop being low-key at all.

Let’s go all out on the remaining test items.

At the strength assessment venue, there are more than a dozen people queuing up at the moment. Nuo Xia and Xi Liu are relatively far back. At the front, there is a huge machine that is completely black and looks a bit like a slot machine.

I heard that it was a gadget created by the scientists under Vegapunk at the headquarters' scientific research institute a few years ago.

In the middle of the machine, there is a slightly sunken place. If you punch there, the scale above will jump up and display a series of numerical evaluations, which can accurately determine the strength level of the students.

It's simple and crude, much more convenient than running.

"Baruch, 450, B level!"

"Xia, 630, S gear!"

"Kawakawa Hidema, 519, A-level!"

Instructor Brandon was still in charge of the strength assessment. At 1.73 meters tall, he was not as tall as the machine. He had to stand on tiptoe to see clearly the display on the top scale.

"Next, Shiliu!"

"It's your turn."

Nuo Xia patted Xi Liu on the shoulder and said sincerely:

"Although your tone is unflattering, as a good brother, I will still sincerely wish you good results. Come on."

"You fart every day, have you ever said a word of truth in your mouth?"

Xi Liu snorted coldly and walked to the machine with a cigarette in his mouth.

He rolled up his sleeves, poured all his strength into his right arm, then gave a sudden roar and punched out.

Boom!

The entire machine trembled slightly at this moment, and a rather gorgeous number popped up on the scale.

"777, S gear!"

Brandon stood on tiptoe and took a look, nodded with satisfaction, and said with a smile while writing in the record book:

"Not bad, Xiliu, you have improved a lot compared to last time. Keep up the good work."

"generally."

Shiliu exhaled a puff of smoke and returned to the queue with a calm expression.

This number is slightly different from what he expected, but it was just over 600 when tested two months ago, so it has indeed improved a lot.

"Next, Noxia!"

Is it my turn?

Under the attention of everyone around him, Nuo Xia came to the machine, but did not take action immediately. Instead, he stared at the scale in a daze for a while, then suddenly turned his head and asked:

"Mr. Brandon, if you accidentally break the machine, you don't need me to compensate you, right?"

Such a high-tech gadget looks very expensive at first glance. I'm afraid it won't cost tens of millions of dollars.

With his monthly allowance of more than 20,000 beli, who knows how many years it will take to repay it.

"Break it?"

Brandon looked at him strangely and couldn't help but laugh:

"What are you thinking about? The upper limit of this machine's measurement is at least 2,000. I have tried it several times myself, but I have never been able to measure how high the upper limit can be, let alone break it... You, don't worry about it."

"What if?"

"Go, go, there are so many eventualities?" Brandon touched his shiny forehead and waved his hand with great enthusiasm, "If it really gets damaged, I'll pay for it at worst!"

Huh? So generous?

Nuo Xia looked at him silently and decided to restrain his strength a little, otherwise he would really hit the machine with one punch, which would be a disservice to this kind-hearted instructor.

"The upper limit is at least two thousand, right..."

He turned around and faced the machine quietly.

"Then using 70% to 80% strength, we should be able to barely reach this number."

Be calm and focused.

Immediately he clenched his fists, without saying a word, and suddenly blasted forward.

Boom!

There was a dull loud noise from inside the machine, and the entire machine shook left and right, and then there was no movement.

As expected of something produced by our scientific research institute, it neither exploded nor fell, and is still safe and sound.

Nuo Xia lowered his head, glanced at his right fist, felt ashamed in his heart, and began to reflect on whether he had expanded too much.

——Why did you have such arrogant thoughts before, thinking that you can break through the measurement limit and destroy the machine with one punch?

People, after all, you still have to stay humble.

"Um?"

At this time, Brandon stood on tiptoes, glanced at the numbers on the scale, scratched his hair, and said with a confused expression, "What a coincidence, why is it also 777, the same number as Shiliu?"

Eh?

Nuo Xia's heart skipped a beat, and she began to have a vague premonition of something bad.

"That shouldn't be the case. Logically speaking, I think your strength, Noxia, should be a little higher..."

Brandon bit his pen and muttered. Before he finished speaking, he suddenly frowned and the tip of his nose hunched, "What does it smell like?"

I turned around and saw thick black smoke starting to rise from the top of the dial at some point...

The faint burnt smell began to spread around, and more and more people smelled it and cast surprised glances.

Snap.

The pen fell from the corner of his mouth, and Brandon seemed to have turned into a sculpture, staying in place unable to move, while Nuo Xia, who was beside him, smiled and walked away silently...

…………

After that comes the six-type assessment.

Lan feet, shaved, pointing gun, iron block, paper painting, moon steps.

Except for the lack of practice with the finger gun, which made her slightly inferior, Nuo Xia performed impeccably in all the other five categories and won the first place in each category.

The same is true for gun shooting and swordsmanship assessments.

The latter actually has some twists and turns.

According to the rules set by Zefa, the swordsmanship assessment adopts the format of a ring battle. Two pairs practice together. If the point is hit, the winner will be considered as being knocked out of the ring. The winner will advance to the next round.

In this way, sixteen will advance to eight, and eight will advance to four... The one who can stand at the end of the ring will naturally be the first in each event.

The previous opponents were not difficult for Nuo Xia. He almost used all kinds of instant kill gestures to pass through and reach the finals strongly.

Only the final battle between the champion and Xiliu was quite time-consuming and laborious. The two fought fiercely for more than half an hour before the winner was finally decided. The more skilled Nuo Xia won the crown.

throne.

The main reason why it took so long was because Nuo Xia controlled his power and speed to a level similar to that of Shiliu.

After all, in his opinion, this kind of event should be a pure swordsmanship competition. If he and his friends compete in swordsmanship and "break through all the methods with one force", "Fortunately, I am better".

...then it would be meaningless if it were true.

Shiliu obviously understood this, so he didn't think about anything else during the whole process, focusing on his swordsmanship. The fight was hearty and joyful, and he was not unwilling to lose. He was convinced.

However, at the end of the game, after seeing Shia running all the way to bring towels and water, I couldn't help but sigh to the sky. She leaned against the barbed wire fence and smoked twenty-three cigars silently.

Twelve sticks were drawn into the lungs, and ten were given to the wind.

There was another one, which made Rosinandi next to him choke until his eyes became sore and tears flowed down his face.

…
To be continued...