Martial Arts and Longevity: Starting from the Spiritual Beast Picture

Chapter 235 Signing
"Sure enough, he is a genius of the Thunder genus, and he can punch 530 punches with one punch!"

"Of course, the Thunder genus physique is the rarest, and there will only be one like this in a few decades."

"But speaking of it, Boerta and Zhao Lin are strong enough, only slightly inferior..."

Basang punched with the highest strength. Although everyone was amazed, they were not as shocked as before.

The reason is simple. Bassan and Borta have long been famous. Everyone knows that the two are superior in strength, and their strength is the best among all players.

However, Zhao Lin, who has almost no reputation outside of Dayue, suddenly burst out halfway, became a blockbuster, and was only 20 years old, which was an accident among accidents.

An elder from Xiuzhao sighed: "Young people nowadays are really amazing. I was able to securely win the first place with a punch of 440 in the court meeting back then. Today, I can't even make it into the top five."

Another elder also echoed: "Who says it's not! In the past, it was rare to have one with [-] punches, but this year, there are three at once. It's really scary for young people!"

While everyone was full of emotion, more than [-] disciples in the field continued to test their boxing strength.

The process was uneventful, and there was no outstanding person.

There is only one episode.

The last one to play was a disciple of Weitz named Bu Kan. He walked to the eight-legged tripod with steady steps, stretched out his hands to compare, frowned suddenly, and retreated along the way he came.

Then he stepped forward, then retreated...and repeated this three times, but he still refused to hit the target.

"Does this guy have obsessive-compulsive disorder?"

Zhao Lin took a good look and recognized that this person was the same disciple who repeatedly unbuttoned and fastened buttons in the stands, and wiped his sweat with a white handkerchief.

Obsessive-compulsive disorder is an anxiety disorder. I hope to pursue perfection in everything, and often get entangled in some meaningless trivial matters, and then form fixed actions.

For example, when washing your hands, you must start from the fingertips and continue to the wrist. If the order is reversed or interrupted in the middle, you must start washing again. This often takes a lot of time and is painful.

In the previous life, Zhao Lin had a classmate who was like this, so he had some understanding of obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Bukan's next performance also confirmed this guess.

I saw him clenching his fists tightly and muttering words as he walked, as if he was muttering something.

Zhao Lin raised his ears, only to hear Bu Kan muttering to himself: "Eight steps, no more and no less, when punching, cross your right leg, so that you can hit the highest punch."

"You can't make a mistake, you can't make a mistake in one step..."

Some of the onlookers were whispering, some secretly laughing, and even the elder couldn't stand it anymore.

Elder Gao Yun of Wushu coughed, and said impatiently: "Stop dawdling, hit the target quickly, there are so many people waiting for you!"

"Yes."

Bu Kan hurriedly responded, hesitated for a while, finally found the right step, and punched twice in a row.

"Weiz, Bukan, punching strength 360 two."

Feeling relieved, Bu Kan took out a white handkerchief from his arms to wipe his sweat...

After the boxing strength test was over, the members of the Lotus Sect were busy for a while, sorting out the rankings.

Basang, Zhao Lin, and Borta are ranked in the top three, and their boxing strength is above 520, forming a class of their own.

The following five people, McQueen, Li Taiqing, He Liancheng, Mu Heli, and Su Mu, have boxing strength between 420 and 450, which can be counted as the second gear.

No. 9 to No. 16 are concentrated around 390, and Huang Guanglie, Xiao Jin, and Yao Chong of Dayue are also among them.

The number of people with a fist strength of around [-] is the largest, and many people have exactly the same fist strength.

In this case, compare the height of the other punch. If it is still the same, you can only rely on drawing lots to decide who comes first and who comes behind.

When transcribing the rankings, Zhao Lin stood aside and watched, thinking silently.

"I am the second seed, and it is not a big problem to qualify for the group. According to the rules of the martial arts competition, the former opponents in the knockout round are No. 30 and No. 15 in boxing power."

"Basan is the first seed, Borta is the third and Muheli is the seventh."

"If all goes well, I will play against Muli in the eighth round, Borta in the semifinals, and Basan in the final."

"Pay attention to these three people!"

Acting will make ten copies of the ranking, send it to each stand, and read it aloud at the same time.

The people in the stands listened, some with smiles, some with gloomy faces, it can be said that several families are happy and the same family is worried.

Next is the group draw.

The martial arts competition is very closely arranged, and the whole process only lasts four days.

In addition to checking bone age and testing boxing strength on the first day, the first and second rounds of group competitions are also on this day.

On the second day, 32 into sixteen, sixteen into eight.

On the third day, eight into four, four into two.

On the fourth day, the decisive battle.

"Several elders, may I ask who from your country will come up to draw lots?"

The Lotus Sect walked to the Dai Viet stand and asked.

"Master Lu, please."

The two heads of Liyangzong and Zhennanzong said at the same time.

Xingyunzong performed well today, and with the fact that Zhao Lin, a disciple of his sect, is showing a lot of limelight, he should naturally receive this honor.

"Then Lu will not be polite."

Lu Chaohuan stood up, rubbed his palms, "I hope I can draw a lottery."

A leader walked out of each of the five stands and walked to the west side of the school field to draw lots.

In front of the five headmen, the clerks placed the wooden plaques with the names of the disciples on the table, and lined them up from high to low according to the strength of their fists.

Take the first 32 wooden cards and put them into the wooden box marked with the word A; then take the next 32 wooden cards and put them into the wooden box with the word B...

In this way, 160 wooden cards are put into five wooden boxes of A, B, C, D, and E.

The five masters stepped forward in turn, and took out a wooden card from each of the five wooden boxes and handed it to Shi Xing. The five disciples on the wooden card formed a group.

"The first group, Zhou Yin, Qian Xiangzong, Nu Jin, Jiang Qu, and Zhebie."

Write things down and read them out loud.

The disciples watched nervously, hoping that they could be assigned to a weaker group.

Only Basang, Borta, McQueen and others look relaxed. They think they have absolute strength and don't mind being in a group with anyone.

When it came to the fifth group, Xingshi said: "Zhao Lin, Yi Rihao, Huang Zuxing..."

Hearing Yi Rihao's name, Zhao Lin immediately looked towards the disciple of Weiz, and saw a thick, red-faced man looking over with raised eyebrows.

According to the information provided by the head, Yi Rihao is a disciple of the Flame Sect of Weiz.

"Raging Flame Sect!"

Zhao Lin pursed his lips and sneered.

The last time Lie Yan Sect sent someone to assassinate him, he still has a heart to this day, and made up his mind that once he meets his disciples, he will never hold back.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the drawing of lots was over.

Acting will copy five copies of the grouping results and hand them over to the five heads.

At this time, Elder Ruan of the Lotus Sect came over and said to the five sect masters and disciples: "Everyone, please go back first, take a short rest, and then start the group competition!"

(End of this chapter)