The Era of National Martial Arts

"President Dong!" Yi Qixu greeted.

As he spoke, he handed the results he recorded just now to Ma Chongshan, and shook his head slightly.

Ma Chongshan looked at the record sheet, frowned slightly and said, "523kg, 16.4m/s."

If this score is placed on the current high school seniors, they don't need to take the martial arts test, which is too far from the national line.

"Brother Dong, do you mind finding someone for me?" Ma Chongshan looked at the man with the machete on his back. This person was Dong Wei, the president of the Martial Arts Association, and Ma Chongshan was considered a good friend.

"Brother Ma, you should obey him. What's his name and appearance, I'll let someone check the surveillance system. After passing through the police station, he can find out in a few minutes." Dong Wei smiled heartily and said without hesitation.

Dong Wei took out his mobile phone, made a call, and then several people waited quietly.

Five minutes later, a staff member of the Martial Arts Association quickly walked over with a piece of paper, handed it to Dong Wei, and left.

"Here, this is all the information on Xu Zhen." Dong Wei glanced at it, not interested, after all, this person's test results are not outstanding, no, it can be said to be quite poor.

It's better to just pull a martial arts candidate from the third year of high school.

=== Chapter 14 Qi and Blood Test ===

"This kid is still a filial son, with good qualities, hundreds of times better than some people." Ma Chongshan looked at the information, the more he read it, the more interested he became, and he couldn't help but sneer.

Dong Wei smiled bitterly, he knew who he was talking about, but what could he do?

"I dropped out of school in the first year of high school. I have never been exposed to martial arts, and I have not had any serious training. It is a blank slate."

Ma Chongshan murmured, his eyes brightened a little, and he said in surprise, "That is to say, this kid has achieved results with his own physical fitness.

This is a good seedling, and it is a hundred times better than those students who make up medicine every day. "

This physical fitness is almost twice that of ordinary people.

When Dong Wei heard this, he was curious and hurried over.

If this is the case, it is indeed a rare good seedling.

Although the best time to practice martial arts is missed, it can be saved and made up for.

Dong Wei watched quietly, frowning for a while, and stretching his brows for a while.

Suddenly, Ma Chongshan squeezed the paper into a ball, put it in his pocket, and said vigilantly: "Brother Dong, you must be righteous, you can't snatch this seedling from me."

"Hehe, with such poor grades, you are the only treasure, and those crooked melons and jujubes of your martial arts academy are really chilling people." Dong Wei smiled disdainfully, but his heart was beating up.

Anshi Academy of Martial Arts is a private institution, not only the tuition fees are extremely expensive, but also the key teachers are not strong enough.

In a way, this is used to collect money.

Of course, it is not ruled out that some people sincerely cultivate talents.

But such people, after all, are a minority.

Anshi is a small fourth-tier city. Because it cannot afford the martial arts fees and the usual martial arts training expenses, the number of applicants for the martial arts exam is very small every year.

Therefore, Anwu Branch recruits very few martial arts students every year, and even some years there is a phenomenon that a student cannot be recruited.

In the whole school, there are less than ten student warriors.

It can be described as one of the worst martial arts academies.

So Ma Chongshan looked for non-warrior students everywhere, and he did not hesitate to recruit students himself.

The purpose is to change the status quo of the Anwu Department and prepare for the promotion to the second college in the future.

After being promoted to the second school, you can strive to get subsidies from the government and the Martial Arts Association.

By then, the status quo of Anwu Branch will be greatly improved.

In this way, An Wuke will not fall into a vicious circle.

Martial arts colleges are very different from liberal arts colleges.

In order to vigorously cultivate martial arts talents, Huaguo stipulates that they can apply for school upgrade every year.

There is only one thing, strength is the only criterion.

Unlike liberal arts colleges, they also care about how many papers you publish and the quality of your papers.

As a military academy, the application requirements are harsh.

The number of warriors, the number of beasts killed, their rank, how much they have contributed to the society (such as resisting the tide of beasts, rescuing cities attacked by beasts), etc., will all be used as judging criteria.

Harsh conditions, there must be generous rewards corresponding.

If you have the strength, you can even apply directly to prestigious schools.

A prestigious school, a symbol of strength and resources.

"Hmph, you are a full man who doesn't know a hungry man is hungry." Ma Chongshan snorted coldly, his heart was also bitter, but there was nothing he could do!

Yi Qixu's face turned black, is there such a description?

"Bah!"

Just as he was speaking, the hatch of the blood chamber opened.

Xu Zhen opened his closed eyes, his head froze, and a brief fragment appeared.

Shaking his head, his consciousness gradually returned.

One jumped out of the blood chamber and looked at the few people on the field.

When I saw Dong Wei, I was a little surprised.

After all, he only met last night, and he still respects this one.

At that dangerous moment, he dared to stand up and save Shi Yuqing, which deserved his admiration.

"This is the chairman of the Anshi Martial Arts Association." Yi Qixu reminded.

"Chairman Dong!" Xu Zhen cupped his fists and shouted respectfully.

This 'President Dong' made Ma Chongshan have a toothache, but he had never seen Xu Zhen respect him so much.

The position of principal is really useless, and in society, he is far inferior to a president of the Martial Arts Association.

Just as Ma Chongshan was secretly slandering, the tester next to him took out the test chart, and the various obscure graphic symbols on it became more and more incomprehensible.

"The blood test result, 115k, unqualified." The tester whispered, and then handed the test chart to Ma Chongshan.