Asked by the Supreme who devoured the starry sky

The bottom line of advanced fighter-level boxing strength is 6000 kilograms, and the speed is 60 meters per second;

Before the summer solstice crossing, the original owner's speed and nerve response speed had just reached the qualifying line for a quasi-warrior, and he was a little bit worse in the boxing test.

But after a week of Taishang Physical Training Art, the first level of tendon refining is almost complete, and he has faintly touched the threshold of bone refining. He believes that his strength at this time will definitely surprise everyone.

"Xia Zhi, come here." A greeting came.

It was Jiang Tao, the instructor of the original owner in the martial arts hall. Before that, except for the instructors who would come to the martial arts hall to practice every week, he would spend the rest of the time on the rooftop above his home or in the park near the community. host.

Instructor Jiang Tao should be the person most familiar with the original owner in the martial arts gym.

"You guys have to perform well this time. The curator will come later. I heard that there are important figures from the headquarters who will come to inspect the assessment site."

Looking at Xia Zhi in front of him, he has a lean body and doesn't have any big muscles, but he has a vigorous temperament.

Especially a pair of eyes, very bright.

From the first time that year when he saw that little boy who was wearing spotlessly washed old sportswear, who never slacked off, never complained of suffering or tiredness, Jiang Tao liked him very much.

Seeing the summer solstice back then is like seeing myself when I was a child, who was also born in poverty, worked hard, and firmly believed that I could change my destiny by myself.

Regarding Xia Zhi's strength, Jiang Tao knew the bottom of his heart.

Knowing that Xia Zhi, who is only 18 years old this year, has a physical fitness close to that of a warrior.

The only weakness is punching strength. After all, he is only young, but the easiest thing to improve among the three tests is punching strength.

This visit by the big figures from the headquarters will be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and if you seize the opportunity, you can change your destiny.

Jiang Tao believed that Xia Zhi had made preparations for the assessment during this period, and it would be absolutely no problem to pass. He had this confidence.

Because for them, only by seizing every possible opportunity can they change their own destiny is the code of conduct that is always kept in mind.

"Give me your citizenship card, get ready, and test your speed first."

"Okay, instructor." In his memory, the original owner has always respected this instructor who has been taking care of him, and Xia Zhi is also very respectful.

Walking to the starting point of the runway, Xia Zhi stretched his legs slightly, stared at the finish line [-] meters away, squatted halfway, and got ready to sprint.

"Start." With a voice

Whoosh!

Xia Zhi shot out like an arrow.

The air was broken, and the exercise clothes on his body made the air blowing and rattling.

The summer solstice passed along the runway at extreme speed.

"48.2 ms, excellent." The end signal sounded.

The students watching the test on both sides of the runway immediately became quiet, and their eyes focused on Xia Zhi who had just crossed the finish line.

Coax it, as if the whole venue exploded.

"Hey, the 29-meter-second speed just now is rare in the quasi-warrior assessment. Who is this? This speed should have been a warrior long ago."

"You're only 18 years old, how powerful are young people these days?" A student in his thirties murmured as he watched Xia Zhi slowly walking back from the finish line.

"Damn it, if I had this speed, the last time I fought against those bastards from Thunder God Martial Arts, I would torture them to death by myself."

Jiang Tao looked at the report card printed out by the test machine, and the conspicuous "48.2 ms, excellent" on it made him stunned for a while, and he didn't realize it until Xia Zhi walked in front of him.

"You kid is really going to be a blockbuster, haha." Excitedly Jiang Tao put his arms around Xia Zhi's shoulder and shouted happily.

"Go, go, go test your punching strength."

Chapter 4 Prospective Warrior Assessment

On the other side of the assessment site, there is a machine more than three meters high.

In front of the machine is a boxing target, which is a tester for testing the strength of fighters.

Noticing the movement in the speed test just now, the students who were queuing up for the assessment consciously stepped aside and let Xia Zhi go to the test first.

Standing in front of the boxing target of the tester, Jiang Tao swiped his citizen card, and a machine-synthesized sound came out of the tester.

"Xia Zhi, a student participating in the assessment, please hit the target ten times with all your strength, and the strength of each punch should not be less than 1000 kilograms, otherwise you will fail the assessment."

The numerical value of punching force is not fixed, it is directly related to the physical strength of the warrior himself and the way of exerting force.

With the same physical strength, there is definitely a huge difference in the punching power of an ordinary person who has never practiced and a professional boxer!

Moreover, there is a huge difference between whether it is a full-strength strike with a desperate force, or whether it can be punched with this punch every time in a row.

The bottom line requirement for a martial artist's physical fitness is to reach a fist strength of 1000 kilograms.

The quasi-warrior assessment requires ten punches in a row, and each punch is above the standard requirements to be considered qualified.

Standing in front of the fist target, Xia Zhi took a deep breath.

The standing figure's center of gravity sank, with the waist as the center, a strong force rose from the feet, and the back spine suddenly arched, like a big boa constrictor.

collapse!collapse!collapse!

Driven by the huge force, the big tendons in the body trembled a few times, making a sound like a bowstring vibrating from a bow and arrow.

A strong force passed through the arm, and the fist was like a bolt of lightning, hitting the target with a "bang" at a speed that ordinary people couldn't see clearly.

The punching target of the tester was hit almost parallel to the ground.

Then there was the continuous sound of fists colliding with the target.

Bang, bang, bang bang bang.

"3168 kg, 3089 kg, 3212 kg"

"The ten punching strength tests are over, the average punching strength is 3128 kilograms, the assessment is passed, and the student's summer solstice test evaluation: excellent."

The electronic synthesis sound of the tester sounded, and the surrounding crowd was in an uproar again.

"What's the matter?" Li Qiang, who had just participated in the nerve reaction speed test, saw such a scene when he walked out of the test room.

He was still excited about passing the assessment and finally becoming a quasi-warrior. Looking at Xia Zhi who was surrounded by the crowd in front of the fist strength tester, he couldn't help feeling a shadow in his heart.

"What did this trash boy do?"

"The speed is fast, and the fist is so strong, this Xia Zhi is too good."