Chapter 134 Detection
4.17 Sunday.
Eight o'clock in the morning.
The lights in the upper city were not yet on.
The inner courtyard was quiet, the night was still dark, and the thunder and snoring of the night gradually became fainter. This was the time when the senior brothers and sisters slept the sweetest of the day.
Li Guishe woke up in the middle of the night, and taking advantage of the brief break when the thunder stopped, he quickly got back into bed to relive his sleep.
At this moment, Feng Mu suddenly opened his eyes, walked to the bathroom, washed his cheeks with cold water, and then returned to the yard.
Perhaps because he successfully expelled one-third of the corpse fluid in his body, or perhaps because his physical condition had improved, Feng Mu felt that even though he had only slept for two and a half hours, he did not feel particularly sleepy.
"That's right. The characteristic of a corpse is sleepiness, while the nature of a living person is to struggle desperately to stay awake a little longer."
Feng Mu puffed up his chest, exhaled a long breath, and began to practice.
He was still in the same position, with the same focused rhythm, so much so that when he was eating in the morning, his senior brothers and sisters would ask him if he hadn't slept last night. While eating, Feng Mu responded to their concerns sincerely: "Junior brother slept well last night, but he is used to getting up early."
After finishing his breakfast, Li Guishe began to fiddle with his pipe. He remained silent throughout the whole process, only occasionally glancing at Feng Mu with a strange look, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.
Li Guishe poured out the ash from the pipe, gently exhaled a circle of smoke, and then turned his gaze to Li Bashan, who ate the most and went to bed the earliest.
He sighed and said, "Old Eight is a man who can't sit still. Since he wants to work in the prison, you should seize the next two days and help Junior Brother to get this done as soon as possible."
Yuan Xidi was slightly disappointed, but he still tried to persuade her:
"Junior brother, why do you have to go to prison? I told you that prison is closed and monotonous. Why don't you come with me to the Survey Corps as a consultant? I tell you, the intersections behind some hidden doors are very interesting. You can't imagine how exciting they are inside."
Feng Mu cast an apologetic look at Yuan Xidi, thinking to himself, "Although I am also curious about the scenery behind the hidden door, but... you don't understand the fun of prison. It is the closed and monotonous prison that fascinates me."
Li Bashan noticed the determination on Feng Mu's face, so he quickened his eating pace and licked all the rice grains in the wooden barrel clean in just a few bites.
Then, he stood up and said to Feng Mu, "Little Junior Brother, come with me."
Yuan Xidi sighed lightly, while Gong Qi raised his eyebrows, with a hint of curiosity and anticipation in his expression.
In the corner, Hong Ya pouted slightly, looking a little aggrieved: "I didn't expect that even my junior brother has found a decent job, but I still have to guard Douqiong. Sigh, but then again, I really don't want to leave the martial arts hall and my laboratory."
Thinking of this, Hong Ya's mood immediately brightened. She showed a silly smile, jumped lightly with her rice bowl in hand, and caught up with the departing senior and junior brothers.
Dojo, main area.
In front of a slightly sci-fi testing machine, Feng Mu stood in the marked area, took a deep breath, tensed his muscles, and punched hard on the sandbag hanging in front of him.
Bang! The sandbag made a heavy muffled sound, swung back violently, and was then tightly clamped by the steel cable above it like an octopus, twisting and spinning, and rebounding with greater force.
Feng Mu stood still, twisting his waist, and hitting the sandbag that was swinging up and down, again and again frantically, over and over again.
With every punch of Feng Mu, five or six cameras around the tester turned rapidly, capturing every subtle movement of his limbs with a complete perspective.
These cameras flashing red lights are like fluttering flies, covered with compound eyes, accurately recording every strike of Feng Mu into the system without missing any details.
Several students who had arrived earlier and were wearing white training uniforms all looked over here, but when they saw Li Bashan standing beside them like a giant, they stopped in fear.
They could not see the strings of jumping data on the display screen, and could only whisper and guess to each other based on the swing amplitude of the sandbag and the volume produced when it was hit.
"He's the person who was accepted as a senior member of the martial arts gym not long ago."
"Fuck, the sandbag is flying. I've measured it before, but I tried my best and it only moved 1 centimeter."
"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven... The sandbag's rebound speed is getting faster and faster, and the trajectory of its swing is constantly changing. Oh, if I had been hit by that blow, I would have been knocked out long ago."
"Not only was he blown away, but the dull sound alone was terrifying. If I were hit by such a blow, I might really be sent directly to the incinerator."
"I heard his name the other day. His name is Feng Mu."
"He looks skinny and not very tall or strong, and certainly not like those freaks who have trained themselves into musclemen. How come he is so strong?"
"Judging from the swinging amplitude of the sandbag, the punching power should be at least that of a third-grade warrior or above."
"Wow, don't you think this little brother is quite handsome? He is different from the oppressive handsome guy next to him. He is more cold and restrained."
The last two people to comment were two female students. Their figures looked even more curvaceous against the backdrop of their training uniforms, and their delicate facial features and attire revealed their dedication.
They giggled and whispered a few words to each other. Although their voices were low, they were enough to attract the attention of others.
The male students around, who had been talking a lot just now, seemed to be frozen by magic at this moment. They all shut their mouths and lost interest in continuing the discussion.
There were gleams of resentment and jealousy in their eyes, and they really wanted to replace the figure in the testing area.
However, these thoughts are only fleeting fantasies.
The male students soon realized that such a desire was nothing but a pipe dream. They did not have the foundation or the ability to do so.
So they lost interest and scattered, each finding a corner in the open space, venting their dissatisfaction and anger at the motionless machines, trying to find a little comfort in their sweat.
The atmosphere suddenly turned cold, with only a few female students remaining there. They exchanged glances with each other, but none of them chose to leave.
On the contrary, their eyes became even more scorching, staring closely at the figures in the field, until... Hong Ya snorted, stood on tiptoes and used her petite body to block their "selective" sight.
Feng Mu didn't pay attention to his surroundings, and he wouldn't care even if he did.
"That's enough, Junior Brother."
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Li Bashan stepped into the testing area and gently touched the sandbag that was whizzing towards him. The sandbag suddenly became quiet and motionless, like an angry bull with its balls cut off.
The data jumping on the screen finally solidified into:
Punch power: 11.2
Attack speed 7.3 frequency
Tips 5.1
"Level 4 punching power, level 3 attack speed, level 3 skills. If we only use this rating, Junior Brother is a level 3.5 warrior, half a step to level 4. How could he have caught up with me?"
Hong Ya opened her mouth slightly into a hollow shape, then quickly stepped forward, printed out a test sheet, and then carefully deleted all the data stored in the instrument.
Of course, there are other factors in the rating of warriors, such as the grade and number of martial arts practiced, the scores of actual combat assessments, etc., but if you exclude those and use the three most crude data for evaluation, it can be seen that the little junior brother has indeed stepped into the threshold of a fourth-grade warrior.
Hong Ya was surprised, but she didn't know that this was Feng Mu's trump card. If he activated the skeletal form and triggered some buffs, his stats would go up to a higher level.
Hong Ya's face was quite solemn. She was not jealous, but felt that her dignity as a senior sister was challenged. She made up her mind: "I must practice more tonight and can't indulge in watching TV series anymore."
Feng Mu stared at the data on the display screen that flashed a few times and then was cleared, also in a daze.
"I remember the last time I took a test, which was the last mock test at school, I only averaged 1 point."
In his mind, the explanations in class were still vivid, and the classification of warrior grades was as clear as yesterday in his memory.
If he remembered correctly, there were clear boundaries for warrior grades: those with a value below 2 were not considered qualified.
The value 2-3 is the first grade range; the value 3-5 is the second grade range;
The value 5-10 is the third grade range;
The value 10-50 is the fourth grade range;
The value 50-100 is the fifth grade range;
The value of 100-1000 is the sixth grade range;
From the sixth grade and above, it enters the ranks of truly high-quality products, and it seems that it cannot be evaluated with simple numerical values.
(ps: The values here refer to the lowest values in the three dimensions of punching power, attack speed, and skills) "And now, after my unremitting efforts over this period of time, I have actually reached the half-step fourth level."
"This should be the case that hard work pays off, and God rewards hard work."
There was a gleam in Feng Mu's eyes and his eyes were slightly wet. Even though he had a heart of stone, he couldn't help but be moved by his own efforts and perseverance, and felt proud of them.
"Sure. With this numerical evaluation, there will be no problem for my junior brother to go to jail." Li Bashan said in a muffled voice.
……. When he came to this world, Sleeping Beauty had not yet been born, the Little Mermaid had not yet met the prince; the tea party behind the rabbit hole had never welcomed the girl named Alice. Then, he came - the magician of miracles and wishes. [Comprehensive fairy tale world view, all stories are on one continent]
(End of this chapter)
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