Practice origin column

Chapter 29 Physical fitness test
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Under the complicated gazes of the other nine people, Sikong stroked his waist and reluctantly sat down again with an appearance of being ill.

"Okay, in order to fully understand your physical fitness, let's conduct a physical test."

With a move of Su Ming's mind, the Sanqing Furnace disappeared, and then, the ten people were lifted up by a soft force, and the scene in front of them changed in an instant.

A series of scientific and technological instruments were quietly displayed, shining with metallic light, and there were even force field collectors and photon weapons that Sikong was familiar with.

"According to the name I said, go to the test one by one. Remember, except for Mingchen martial arts, don't use high-level martial arts, and don't hide your strength. Go all out. With me, what you want is your true strength, so don't worry. Leak."

Except for Sikong, the other nine people nodded clearly.

Sikong's reaction was always full of half a beat, only then did he realize that at some point, he actually appeared here.

His mind slowly analyzed the meaning of what Su Ming said. Sikong poked the shy person next to him with a confused look on his face: "You, what did you call that Bichi?"

This person was very embarrassed, his face flushed, and he waved his thin palms one after another: "No, my name is Bitan!"

"Oh, yes, Bitchi."

"My name is……"

"Well, okay, Bitch."

……

Su Ming raised his eyelids slightly: "Jinshan."

Jinshan handed over her hands, and she was dressed in exquisite silk and satin clothing, which was as smooth as water and full of luster.

Walking to the 'Micro Boxing Target', as a piece of biofilm stuck to Jinshan's temple, Jinshan let out a deep shout, gathered his strength, and hit the boxing target hard!

The boxing target kept shaking, scrolling through the data, and finally, it was fixed at 720 kilograms.

Remarks: The integrity of the gene chain is 78%, the strengthening degree is 40%, and the one-dimensional microstring is of high order.

This data is the most real data of Jinshan's body, and the fist strength of 720 kg is a theoretical value, representing his peak strength.

Originally, because Jinshan's Mingchen martial arts skills were not perfect, he couldn't exert his limit strength, which was 720 kg.

But because of the effect of the biological film, the fist target completely detected the most real situation between Jinshan's muscles, bones, flesh and blood, and only then did he calculate Jinshan's ultimate strength in a disguised form.

On the 'Speed ​​Meter', Jinshan comprehensively displayed his speed by lifting, turning, sneaking, dodging, and sprinting on a platform of several square meters.

Then, the comprehensive calculation of the data stays at Mach 1.3, and the remarks indicate: high-order one-dimensional microstring

In front of the 'Battle Sustainability Instrument', Jinshan was sweating profusely in an environment of high pressure, high temperature, and high magnetic field. The superstring furnace in his body was running at high speed, and the fire was rising, maintaining his vitality.

After a long time, Jinshan's face was flushed, and although he was unwilling, he had no choice but to retreat.

Then, the test data appeared: the quality of the superstring furnace is high, the willpower is average, and it can fight fiercely for 10 minutes.

Jinshan did not stop, while adjusting his breath and calming his surging heart, he walked towards the force field collector.

"The last test is almost the most important."

Although Bitan complained a little about Sikong giving him a nickname, seeing Sikong standing there blankly, she realized it later and opened her mouth to explain.

"Ah, what..."

Sure enough, Sikong looked bewildered, turned his head, and asked dully.

"Prostitute! If you dare to tell what you saw today, I will find you in reality!"

Suddenly, Huo Wu, who was wearing hot shorts, lowered her voice, threatening in Sikong's ear.

"Ah, what..."

Hearing the scent of bluegrass on the tip of the nose, Sikong looked at Huowu with a mask on his face, always feeling that the woman in front of him seemed familiar, as if he was destined in a previous life.

"you!"

Huo Wu was extremely angry, her fists were clenched tightly, and the murderous aura rolled out, which shocked the others to avoid her.

Only Sikong didn't notice it, and was still trying to remember.

A touch of temptation...

hello kitty...

Sikong suddenly remembered, his palms were covered in cold sweat, but he continued to act crazy and act foolishly: "Ah? What did you say?"

"Humph!"

As if punching cotton, Huo Wu let out an angry voice, spitting and cursing: "It doesn't matter if you're really stupid or not, grandma, if I hear the slightest bit of wind, heh..."

Sikong watched Huo Wu walk away, and now his face was filled with fear, and he secretly admired his wit.

"Hey, brother! I just started class today, and I hooked up with such a hot girl! A role model for me!"

A man with a thick back and a thick voice, but at this moment he was hooking shoulders with Sikong in a wretched manner, as if exchanging ideas.

"Then what, your name is Ergou?"

The man's face was black, and he changed his voice in a rough voice: "You hook!"

"Oh, it's really Ergou, a good name."

"I……"

You Gou resisted the urge to strangle Sikong to death, cursed him secretly, and left angrily.

"Crazy, this man..."

Sikong looked disgusted, but pulled Bitan over: "Bichi, where did you just say that?"

Bitan smiled wryly: "The test of the force field collector is the most important."

Seeing Sikong's indifferent appearance, Bitan shook his head: "The force field collector, as the name suggests, collects the force field first, and then transmits the original signal."

"This test is the most authentic data!"

"Punching requires a combination of skill, strength, and explosive power; after that, flexibility and resistance must be tested."

"After all, some people seem to be born with supernatural powers, and they can kill a cow with one punch, but if the body is soft and resistant, and they have strained ligaments, muscle ablation, and self-injury before punching, let alone Talk about fighting and colliding with people."

It was during this delay, Jinshan let out a muffled snort, and was shocked back a few steps by the force reversed from the force field collector.

Jinshan's blood boiled, and there was a faint smell of blood in his mouth.

Then, the force collector displayed the result: the force field was 650 kilograms, the weakening degree was 9.7%, which was inferior.

Jinshan's original boxing strength was 720 kilograms, but due to the fact that Mingchen's martial arts had not yet been fully developed, his muscles, bones and toughness were not strong.

Within the range he could bear, he could only exert a strength of 650 kilograms, which weakened 70 kilograms. His performance in this category was inferior.

Sure enough, Su Ming said indifferently: "The overall strength is at a high level in the first dimension, but remember, the most important thing in practice is to bear hardships."

A smart person can understand at a glance. Everyone present, except Sikong, understood that Su Ming was trying to hit this rich young man.

After all, if the degree of strength weakening is higher than 5%, it will obviously affect one's own combat power, and there is a huge gap with the real strength.

In other words, it is the wax head of a silver gun, which is not useful.

Jinshan, whose face was hidden behind the mist, looked very ugly. When had he, who had always been pampered and pampered, ever been so insulted?
Jin Shan clasped his fists as a gesture, and walked back to the crowd without saying a word.

"Next, Hengdao."

Su Ming didn't care and continued to read.

In the practice room, energy and blood surged, and heavy punches sounded, accompanied by mechanical groans.

The test is proceeding in an orderly manner.

I don't know if it's because of the reason behind the list, or Su Ming's deliberate action, but Sikong didn't get his turn for a long time, and for a while, Sikong stood aside and watched the excitement.

For the other nine people, although they have their own advantages in various statistics, most of them are in the middle level of the first dimension.

However, apart from Jinshan, the son of a rich family, there are two other people who have high-level one-dimensional micro-chords and above.

One person, named Zhulong, was tall and tall, and his voice was hoarse and mocking, like a broken drum, which was ear-piercing.

But he is a cultivator at the pinnacle of one-dimensional micro-string.

According to him, his voice came from the time when he first hit the two-dimensional realm, but fell short and failed to break through, causing damage to his vocal cords and leaving permanent scars.

But even so, his speed is as high as Mach 2.5, reaching the standard of a second maintainer!

Among the ten students present, he was the strongest and dominated.

Another one-dimensional high-ranking person, unexpectedly by Sikong, is that pungent woman, Huo Wu.

"The last one, King Yue..."

Su Ming turned his eyes away from the previous tester, and saw Sikong, with a complicated look in his eyes.

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