Your skills are excellent, and now I have them too.

Chapter 31 Why was he inside!

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12.18.

The handsome, bald man finished his test.

On the sidelines, Chang Fei whispered to Lu Zhao and Chen Qinhu, "This person is Minghui from the Thirty-Two Formation."

"A monk?"

"No... his surname is Ming, and he happens to be bald."

"..."

Lu Zhao was speechless. Who wouldn't think that a bald man named Minghui was a monk?

Chang Fei couldn't help but laugh. At the time, all the instructors thought he was a monk and were quite surprised.

Because of an additional agreement between Buddhism and the Empire, they also needed to send people to serve in the army, but not through open conscription.

"Wait, I'm getting off-topic. What I meant to say is that his talent score is 79."

Although it's less than 80, it's close to that score and could potentially reach a similar level. Moreover, it's normal for blood tests to have some margin of error, so Minghui's true talent might be a bit higher than 80.

Lu Zhao didn't pay much attention to the talent score, but he glanced at Minghui and made a mental note of this pretty little bald boy.

He was still a little skeptical and planned to ask her in person when he had the chance.

Maybe he's a monk who has left the monastic life?

Next, the mature woman also went up to have her punching power tested, and she got 10.08.

By this point, the instructors were getting a little excited. Including these two, four of them had already mastered the basics overnight.

Generally speaking, unless there are a few special recruits, there are at most three or four such people out of several thousand.

The problem is that four people have already come here voluntarily to test their punching power, so there must be many more in the whole batch.

This idea is normal; for example, Shi Jian came to have his test done a long time ago and then left.

Then, Gongsun Ke walked up to the machine and raised his large tattooed arm.

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14.12.

"Whoosh!"

Another gasp of surprise rippled through the room.

This is the person with the highest punching power after Chen Qinhu.

Lu Zhao looked at Chang Fei and noticed that he had a furrowed brow.

"Boss, isn't he practicing movement techniques?"

Chang Fei nodded, then shook his head: "I don't know. It could be due to a natural talent, or it could be due to a cultivation method."

"Physical talent? He doesn't look particularly strong."

"Martial arts talent is not necessarily reflected in physique. Some people's talent is hidden deep within their bodies and will only be activated after practicing martial arts."

It turned out to be the case.

Lu Zhao nodded. Although he had studied with Zhou Changsheng for a few days, he still didn't know these things. After all, the master and disciple mainly taught cultivation methods and survival skills on the battlefield, and there was no time to talk about other things.

As for punching power, he didn't care at all.

No matter how much power someone else's punch has, he can instantly triple it by activating Dog Breathing.

Just then, someone announced that the officer in charge of this batch of new recruits had arrived; he was the same Grand Master who had led the formation on the first day with a long stick.

"Everyone, get out."

The one following behind him shouted even louder.

The crowd paused for a moment, then began to pour out of the testing area, quickly leaving completely empty.

However, Lu Zhao and the other few who had already entered the Warrior realm were kept behind by the instructors.

When the doctor approached, the bald-headed Minghui was the first to salute: "Long live the Emperor!"

The doctor returned the greeting and said with a smile, "There's no need to be so formal."

So the remaining four simply saluted.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Dong Yijian. You don't need to say anything, I know you all."

Lu Zhao: "What's my name?"

"....."

Dong Yijian was speechless with embarrassment.

I was careless; how come there's someone I don't recognize?

He would never have paid attention to someone who scored 61 on a talent test before.

Chang Fei was a little embarrassed: "Sir! His name is Lu Zhao. He's a new recruit from the third-party unit. His physical exam score was 61."

At the same time, he secretly pinched Lu Zhao's arm, trying to stop the kid from talking nonsense.

However, Dong Yijian became interested: "You've also mastered the basics?"

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This was Lu Zhao's purpose; he wouldn't have spoken rashly if it weren't for the special effects.

Dong Yijian has a white special effect on the top of his head.

[Endurance Lv3.]

This person was clearly not a technical officer, yet his special skill was only rated as white, which did not surprise Lu Zhao.

Zhou Changsheng mentioned this situation before.

"Those who can master special skills are all people with extremely high talent," this is a statement made under normal circumstances.

Another rare case is that a person with poor talent for martial arts may develop a special skill through long-term diligent practice. However, the quality of such a skill is generally not high, and can even be described as low.

Dong Yijian looks to be in his forties or fifties. He probably doesn't have much natural talent, but he is extremely self-disciplined and has been practicing martial arts for decades.

However, Lu Zhao didn't mind and went to prostitutes whenever he could.

Now he's no longer that recruit who hasn't even enlisted yet, but a genius among the recruits, and he no longer has to be afraid of being killed by the ill-tempered soldiers.

When asked the question, Lu Zhao replied, "Sir, I simply used the time others spent sleeping to practice martial arts."

Nobody else slept last night either!

Chang Fei's face twitched as he stood to the side.

"Hahaha."

Dong Yijian laughed loudly.

Of course, only a "genius" like Lu Zhao, who mastered the art overnight, could make him laugh with these words. If a new recruit who hadn't yet successfully cultivated his inner energy said this, he would probably be stung by the long stick.

"This young man has a good sense of humor."

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Before Lu Zhao could interject, Dong Yijian's expression turned serious, and he said to the group of instructors, "Gather everyone, immediately count out those who have already entered the sect, and bring them all here."

There are already five people who have mastered the basics overnight in the testing grounds right now. This is a special situation that requires a thorough investigation.

So the instructors immediately rushed out to notify the various formations.

At this moment, the three people from dormitory 409 were all by Shi Jian's third formation. Since there were still ten minutes before the assembly time, they were reluctant to leave and were still asking Shi Jian for cultivation methods.

Just as they were having a lively conversation, Chang Fei returned.

"gather!"

He shouted.

Murong Can and Yang Guangming were startled and quickly backed away.

At this moment, the sound of assemblies echoed across the playground.

The two quickly ran towards the twenty-sixth formation they were in.

"Wait a minute, Lao Yang, why hasn't Lu Zhao arrived yet? Isn't he in the same formation as Shi Tou?"

"Um."

When Yang Guangming is not in a turbulent mood, he is usually quiet and reserved.

Murong Can ran faster and faster, shouting, "Old Yang, you really set an alarm, didn't you?"

"Um."

"Oh no, could it be that he wasn't woken up by his alarm clock?"

"Oops."

"We have ten more minutes, let's go back and wake him up."

"Too late."

Because at this time, their instructors had also arrived and begun to assemble the ranks.

Murong Can looked miserable.

It's June 1st, it's not that I don't want to help you, bro, there's just no other way.

He could only pray that Lu Zhao would arrive in the last ten minutes, since there were still ten minutes before the official assembly time. Perhaps if that happened, he wouldn't be punished.

After the two entered the queue, most people were already in place, with only one or two people possibly arriving in the last few minutes.

The instructor didn't dwell on it, simply saying, "Who has already entered the Warrior realm? Step forward."

shuh~

There was actually no wind, but the instructor felt a chill run down his spine.

Why is there not a single genius in my group?

At this moment, Murong Can and Yang Guangming in the queue became a little restless, knowing that it was time to take stock of those who had broken through to the next level.

A few minutes later, three more people were brought into the testing area from the training ground.

The instructor sighed.

"Do you know what this is about?"

No one in the group responded, and he wasn't really asking. He continued, "This morning, including the three who just passed by, eight people have successfully entered the Warrior Realm."

What?!

There are already eight!

After several days of training, the ranks remained quiet, but many people's hearts were restless.

They had personally experienced the difficulties of cultivation. Many people couldn't even guide the Qi into their bodies. They knew all too well how terrifying it was to enter the realm of cultivation overnight.

No one wished they were the one qualified to enter the testing field at this moment, but it was no use. Life is full of disappointments, just like on the night of conscription, they didn't want to be selected, but they were still selected.

Murong Can was not the type to wallow in self-pity; instead of being discouraged, he was full of fighting spirit.

"There are still twelve spots left, who knows if it won't be me?"

A few minutes later, when it was time to start the routine of running laps to train his physical fitness, he was particularly focused and even tried to breathe in his own energy while running. However, when the team reached the entrance of the testing area, his attention was interrupted because a group of people were walking out from inside.

The leader was Dong Yijian, followed by a group of new recruits.

"Chen Qinhu, the 'Devil Muscle Man,' and Minghui, the 'Fake Monk'..."

Murong Can loved gossiping and was keen on giving people nicknames. When he was spying, he would mutter to himself, "Unfamiliar beauties, underworld tyrant Gongsun Ke, Stone, Liu Yi, Scarface Xu Qingbo, Double-Eyed Li Qianqian, truly a multitude of beauties."

"Um?"

"wrong!"

"How did something strange get in here?"

"Lu Zhao! Why is he inside?!"