We made you practice martial arts, and you've mastered the Great Golden Body?

Chapter 46 These children are all very good

Humans are emotional beings, let alone martial artists who are full of vigor and passion.
Even the few girls blushed in this scene, but their movement was restricted by the system; otherwise, they would have already charged out.

Shen Bailian and Gao Lei were quite far apart, but the moment their eyes met, an inexplicable understanding arose, and without uttering a word, they both understood each other's meaning.

There are only two words, and that is—

Clear the area!

The huge countdown numbers above the Colosseum have gradually increased from 10, 9, 83, 2, 1, 0.

The moment the numbers reached zero, the entire Colosseum seemed to be ignited by an invisible force, and the atmosphere instantly reached its peak.

"The duel begins!"

A magnificent and solemn sound resounded in the sky above the Colosseum in ancient Rome, like the ancient bells echoing through the long river of time, and the virtual figures that were originally seated all stood up.

Shouts and cheers rose and fell, surging like a vast ocean, wave after wave crashing against the hearts of everyone present.

Within the arena, everyone immediately felt the restriction disappear and were able to move freely.

"Proceed according to the original plan."

"boom!"

Like a huge stone thrown into a calm lake, the silence vanished instantly, and the trial participants sprang into action, targeting Shen Bailian and Gao Lei according to their pre-assigned factions.

Although it was their first collaboration, it already showed some promise.

Those who can survive the seventh day of the wilderness trial and still dare to come to the supply point have at least a physical fitness level of 2.0, an instantaneous burst speed of 13+ m/s, and a single-arm maximum punching power of at least one ton.

In the old days, these people could all be called supermen.

Now, with them gathered in the same arena to attack the two, one can only imagine how powerful they can be.

"Boom!" "Clang!"

In just a few seconds, an incredibly frenzied battle erupted in the arena, filled with the sounds of clashing swords and sparks flying everywhere.

The virtual projections on the seats shouted even louder, and in this atmosphere, the adrenaline of each trial participant was rapidly released, causing them to unleash even greater power.

Swish!Swish!Swish!
The sword moved like a dragon, and in just a moment, the longsword, as sharp as light, pierced the hearts of the three men, turning them into nothingness and disappearing from the arena.

"Weak." Gao Lei's speed was extremely fast. With a physical quality of 4.5, his movement speed reached 19m/s. His longsword left a series of afterimages in the air. The trial participants present were nothing more than lambs to the slaughter.

"It's really too weak!"

Gao Lei's footwork was equally advanced. After a few moments of leverage, he moved like a ghost and swiftly broke free from the encirclement. He raised his head and shouted in Shen Bailian's direction, "Speed ​​up!"

"it is good."

Shen Bailian answered crisply, his saber wielding an unstoppable force like the Grim Reaper's scythe.

Clang~!

Swish! Swish! Pfft!
His swordsmanship was fierce and swift. Even if someone could break the boy's swordsmanship, under the immense force of a falling mountain, their arm would be numb and unable to hold the weapon. In the next instant, they would be cut into pieces by the fierce dragon-slaying sword.

As time passed, the dozen or so figures vanished into nothingness, and the ancient Roman Colosseum, which had once been filled with the clash of swords, gradually fell silent.

If nothing unexpected happens, the battle will be over soon. "Brothers, execute Plan B. We absolutely cannot let them survive unscathed."

Yang Zixuan's eyes widened in fury, his face contorted with rage. He was clearly enraged and raised his right hand high. His roar drowned out the earth-shattering shouts of the virtual figure.

The news spread throughout the entire Colosseum in ancient Rome.

These trainees were all elite students destined to become martial arts students in their own schools, and naturally they had their own pride. They could accept failure, but they could not accept such a humiliating failure.

Even if it means biting with your teeth, you'll still manage to take a bite out of the other person!

"We absolutely cannot let them live on unscathed!"

Upon hearing this, the other trainees' expressions changed. No longer conserving their energy, they lined up in formation, with four people responsible for attracting attention, one person facing the person head-on, and the others hiding behind the person in front.

Then, using the sand beneath their feet, they stirred it up, obscuring the view of Shen Bailian and the other person.

In the floating city, in a large conference room, more than a dozen virtual projections appeared beside He Haizhou. These were observers sent by various martial arts schools, responsible for selecting the best among the trial participants so that they could gain an advantage in the martial arts college entrance examination held in advance.

At the forefront, in the open space, are miniature versions of virtual battle scenes from various supply points, with different battlegrounds: forests, mountain peaks, the ancient Roman Colosseum, and cities.
These battle scenarios are all randomly generated, and their purpose is to test the adaptability of each participant.

"I never expected that a girl could wield a halberd so skillfully."

"What's your name? Do you have any information about you?"

"Li Hongling, 17 years old, pure-blooded human, three-star genius, physical fitness level 5.4, has never been exposed to any precious medicines; preferred weapons: sword, halberd, whip."

"How is your mental state? Have you experienced any unusual behavior?"

"Not yet."

In the Great Xia Dynasty, there is an unannounced but extremely important requirement for entering a martial arts academy: psychological qualities.

Especially in a world where gods have fallen, the former deities always try to find an anchor point for their return. Any martial artist whose mind is not strong enough has a very high probability of becoming the god's proxy on Earth.

Regarding this, whether in Daxia or in other war zones, the approach adopted was a one-size-fits-all approach, containing any risks in their infancy.

"Those two students at Supply Point No. 5 are also good, but that student's swordsmanship seems a bit rusty, and he has already shown some weaknesses several times."

"Shen Bailian, 17 years old, pure-blooded human, this season's dark horse trial participant, Bozhou No. 3 Middle School, two-star genius, physical fitness level 3.6."

"Level 3.6? That data is probably outdated."

"Indeed, the data is from half a month ago."

"These children are all very good."

Looking at the performance of the various "supporting actors" at Supply Point No. 5, He Haizhou couldn't help but show a warm smile. Compared to the observers from various martial arts schools who focused on geniuses, he, as a representative of the military, was more concerned about the backbone of the force.

The students' performance gave him a glimpse of the bright future of the Great Xia Dynasty.

As time went by, although each trial participant unleashed their potential, it was still difficult to bridge the gap in strength.

In less than a few minutes, only Shen Bailian and Gao Lei remained in the ancient Roman Colosseum, their clothes now much more disheveled than before.

Gao Lei had several bloody marks on his arm, which were left from being whipped by one of the girls.

(End of this chapter)