mad warrior emperor

Chapter 12 The Exam Begins

The fat man in front of him was about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a fat body weighing more than 200 kilograms, and his eyes almost narrowed into slits.

Seeing Fatty fearlessly bumping into the city lord's son Liu Hu, and even slapping him hard, everyone couldn't help admiring Fatty's audacity.

"Why not, don't accept it!"

Seeing Liu Hu's eyes spit fire, Fatty didn't react at all, but took the lead and said: "As for your status, if you don't take the initiative to admit your mistakes, believe it or not, I will kill you immediately."

"Pfft!"

As soon as the fat man said this, the crowd couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Obviously, this is also what Liu Hu said to Henry Zhang just now, but now the fat man said to Liu Hu in turn, this is undoubtedly hitting Liu Hu hard in the face and into his heart.

"Bastard, you dare to hit my young master, what are you!"

The big guard next to Liu Hu was furious when he saw his young master being bullied like this, and he came towards the fat man with the aura of a third-rank martial artist.

"Snapped"

Immediately, another loud slap rang out, and that mighty warrior guard hit the ground like a cannonball.

At the same time, a middle-aged man appeared next to the fat man, looking at the fat man respectfully.

Seeing this, Henry Zhang frowned. This middle-aged man is majestic, like a boiling river, which makes people chill.

Similarly, the crowd was startled, obviously realizing that the middle-aged man in front of them was a martial artist stronger than a martial artist.

For a while, I was curious about the identity of the fat man, what kind of terrifying identity did he have for such a powerful and strong man to protect him?
The guard who was sent flying stumbled up, but he didn't have a trace of anger. He knew in his heart that he had encountered a master, and he hurriedly grabbed Liu Hu and stepped forward, panicking: "Wu San, the guard of the Tianfeng City's lord's mansion, how many people there are just now?" Offended, please forgive me."

"Hmph, I hope this is the last time. If not, you, Tianfeng City, will wipe you out in an instant." The middle-aged man said coldly.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Wu San originally wanted to use the power of Tianfeng City to scare the middle-aged man, but when he heard the middle-aged man's words, he was absolutely convinced that he had offended a big man today, and he was even more horrified, bowing his head and nodding.

"roll!"

The middle-aged man didn't know why, and he sternly shouted, Wu Sancai took Liu Hu away with a sigh of relief.

Before leaving, Liu Hu glanced at Henry Zhang resentfully, although the fat man's identity is not simple, he can't do anything, but Henry Zhang is just a waste, what else is he afraid of.

Henry Zhang also looked at the two of them leaving coldly, and immediately stepped forward and clasped his fists and said: "I'm under Henry Zhang, thank you two for making the rescue!"

"My name is Wu Wenhua." The fat man also introduced himself, then looked at Henry Zhang, and said, "I'm curious, you guy, you obviously have the strength of the ninth-level warrior, and you can slap that guy to death with one slap, why don't you make a move?"

Hearing this, Henry Zhang gave an idiot look directly!

Seeing this, the fat man thought to himself, did I say something wrong, why does this guy have such eyes, contempt?
He rolled his eyes around and found that the crowd was all looking at idiots, even the middle-aged man next to him gave an idiot's eyes directly.

The fat man was so angry, he muttered, "Did I say something wrong?"

"Master, you have the support of your family, so you can kill as little as you want, so naturally you don't have to be afraid of anything." The middle-aged man whispered, and the fat man suddenly realized.

Henry Zhang stood aside with a flat face and did not explain, but secretly swore in his heart that he must strengthen himself.

Without strength, without dignity, and being discriminated against, he doesn't want to live like this!
Immediately, Henry Zhang left the place.

However, his back made everyone remember, because everyone heard a message from the fat man just now, that Henry Zhang turned out to be the ninth rank of warrior.

A trash that everyone talked about after tea and dinner, suddenly transformed into a warrior of the ninth rank!
This information is enough to shock them to their souls!
The crowd talked a lot, and the fat man listened to all directions, took all the information into his ears, his eyes lit up instantly, looked at Henry Zhang's back in surprise, and murmured: "Interesting, this friend, I, Wu Wenhua, made it up."

Henry Zhang didn't know that he had already caused an uproar. What he had to do now was to walk into the gate of Siling Academy and pass the assessment, so that the Zhao family would have some scruples about him.

Along the way, Henry Zhang also found out that today is divided into three rounds of assessment.

The first round is to test the Martial Soul.

In the final analysis, the martial soul is the foundation of everything, the presence or absence of a martial soul determines whether one can become a martial artist.

Entering the gate of Siling College, everyone came to a large square that could accommodate thousands of people.

The square is full of young heroes, and in the center of the square, there is a high platform with a mirror glowing on it.

Henry Zhang also knows that this mirror is called a soul-testing mirror. As long as a person stands in front of the mirror, he can judge whether there is a martial soul.

And the person sitting next to the soul-testing mirror is the deacon of this assessment, and they are all powerful warriors of the ninth rank of martial arts.

Henry Zhang spent a few hundred Yuanjing to sign up, and stood in the square to wait. His number is very special, 660 number six, which was an extremely lucky number in his previous life.

"The first round of assessment has begun, and the martial soul is tested. If you get the number, please come to the stage for the test."

On the high platform, two deacons announced loudly.

"Number one, Huang Liang!"

Among them, one of the deacons called out a name, and saw a tall and thin man excitedly stepping up to the stage, and when he walked to the mirror, it was immediately revealed that he was a giant bull.

"Huang Liang, Martial Soul Demon Bull, pass!"

The first test is to test whether there is a martial soul, so many people can pass it.

"The next one, Zou Ming, doesn't have a martial spirit, but."

"The next one, An Tao, Wuhun Fengbao, pass."

……

"No. 440 No. [-], Liu Hu, Martial Soul Black Striped Tiger, pass."

The deacon announced the result loudly.

When he saw Liu Hu, his voice became louder and he seemed extremely excited.

Everyone was in an uproar when they heard the black-patterned tiger, and looked at Liu Hu with jealousy.

The black-patterned tiger is already a very powerful martial spirit, close to a divine beast, and its future achievements are limitless.

While these people were jealous, they also began to make small calculations in their hearts, planning to take advantage of today's opportunity to please them.

On the stage, Liu Hu raised his head proudly when he heard the deacon announce his martial spirit, and then looked at Henry Zhang provocatively, his eyes full of disdain, and he had already forgotten the end of being abused just now.

Sensing Liu Hu's sharp eyes, Henry Zhang frowned slightly, with a chill, and whispered: "I hope you don't trouble me in the future, otherwise you will be very, very miserable."

The first round of assessment was very fast, and it took two or three hours to arrive at Henry Zhang.

"No. 660 Sixth, Henry Zhang."

When Henry Zhang's name was called out, the crowd was visibly quiet, snorting sounded one after another, and Liu Hu also cast a look of disdain.

"Wouldn't it be embarrassing for this waste Xiao to come to the assessment for that extremely useless martial soul?"

"Hahaha"

"I have lost face all my life, are you afraid of losing face once?"

"Yes, I want to see how he rolls off the stage with his tail between his legs later!"

Some people who knew Henry Zhang's identity started mocking, even those who had no martial soul and were eliminated in the first round laughed.

Henry Zhang didn't respond to the ridicule and sarcasm of the crowd, his face was calm, he walked onto the stage calmly, and bowed to the two deacons.

The two deacons, one is Wang Kun and the other is Zhang Peng.

Seeing Henry Zhang clasped his fists and bowed, Wang Kun, the deacon who was in charge of shouting, didn't appreciate it, frowned, and said coldly: "Get out, this is not a place for you to mess around!"

"Bullshit!"

Seeing a hint of disdain in Wang Kun's eyes, Henry Zhang's eyes narrowed slightly, his fists tightened violently, and he said no longer politely: "I'm here for the assessment, if the assessment is all nonsense, then, please ask Deacon Wang, the 660 people in front Are the five of you messing around too?"

"Bastard, whoever gave you the guts, if you dare to talk back, get the hell out of here immediately."

Wang Kun's expression froze, and then there was a chill. He didn't expect to be contradicted face-to-face by a trash.

"Henry Zhang, but."

Immediately, without even thinking about it, Wang Kun shouted out the result.

Henry Zhang's face was extremely ugly, and he asked: "I haven't even tested it yet, why should the deacon judge me?"

"Why?" Wang Kun said with a gloomy face, "Just because you are trash!"

"Whether I am a waste or not is not up to you!" Henry Zhang was extremely angry in his heart. If he is a waste, will he be treated unfairly?

Seeing the awkward atmosphere on the stage, Zhang Peng stood up and reconciled: "Deacon Wang, since he has participated in the assessment, let him try it."

"Hmph, I want to see if he can pass the test!"

Wang Kun gave Henry Zhang a cold look, and thought to himself, although Henry Zhang has a martial soul, he is also a useless martial soul. If he dares to contradict him in public, he will definitely not let him pass the examination.

"Thank you!"

Seeing Zhang Peng coming out to speak, Henry Zhang had a good impression of Zhang Peng, and gave him a grateful glance before walking towards the soul-testing mirror.

In the soul-testing mirror, Henry Zhang's martial soul appeared, but it was a fiery red tree that was as immovable as a mountain, but the mysterious nine-colored halo disappeared.

This made Henry Zhang puzzled!

"Humph!"

Immediately with a cold snort, Henry Zhang immediately came back to his senses, and he heard Wang Kun announce in a loud voice: "Henry Zhang, waste martial soul, one waste, but."

"Waste Martial Soul?"

"Could the Fusang Sacred Tree be a waste martial soul?"

"It seems that there are many people with blind eyes, and there is no way to recognize them. However, this is not important. The important thing is that you must enter the Four Spirits Academy today."

Henry Zhang let out a deep breath, turned his head and asked: "Dare to ask the deacon, what are the requirements of the first level?"

"Are you testing me?" Wang Kun sneered, and said without thinking: "I can tell you clearly that the first level of assessment is to screen geniuses and trash. The standard is whether you have a martial soul. You are a trash. Can pass the test."

"Since the deacon said that the judging standard is whether or not there is a martial soul, and everyone can clearly see that I have a martial soul, why can't I pass, or... the deacon alone has the final say on this rule."

Henry Zhang sneered and retorted, people respect me one foot, I respect others one foot, Wang Kun treats him so sinisterly, he doesn't need to be polite to him.

"you--"

Hearing this, Wang Kun said in a dumb voice that the rules were set by the academy, and even though he had great power, he could not modify it. He was defeated by Henry Zhang, so he could only be ashamed and suffer from this dumb loss.

After a moment of silence, he gritted his teeth and announced Henry Zhang, pass!
Hearing Wang Kun's announcement of the result, many people who failed to pass felt collectively slapped by Henry Zhang.

The trash they humiliated and disdained just now passed the assessment, but they didn't. Are they even worse than trash?
"Huh, you can pass the first level, the second level, and the third level, Henry Zhang, you are a waste, so never try to go against the sky."

Wang Kun lowered his voice.

The second round is to measure strength, and the third round is to test the sea of ​​souls. These two rounds really test aptitude and talent. Henry Zhang, with a useless martial soul, can have such a powerful talent. At that time, he can justifiably declare that Henry Zhang failed.

"Trash, wait."

Seeing the strong gloomy light in Wang Kun's eyes, Henry Zhang also guessed a little bit, and he was also looking forward to measuring the soul sea.

After all, the Fusang sacred tree is the supreme sacred tree, a waste martial soul?Or a powerful martial spirit?You'll know when you try it.

(End of this chapter)