Simulate the future starting from swallowing

Chapter 2

After breakfast, Zhao Chen took a car directly to the Extreme Martial Arts Gym in Gusu District, Suzhou City.

"Brother Chen!"

"Hi Brother Chen."

Along the way, there were a large number of martial arts students, and they all greeted Zhao Chen politely.

Zhao Chen was the youngest senior student before, and basically everyone was very polite to him.As for now, it can even be said to be somewhat respectful.

Zhao Chen nodded in response, and then entered the third floor of the teaching building.

As soon as Zhao Chen entered the hall, more than a dozen senior students greeted him enthusiastically.

"Brother Chen, I heard that you passed the quasi-martial arts examination, is it true?" A senior student asked curiously.

"It's just a fluke." Zhao Chen turned into Brother Lucky and was very humble.

"Brother Chen, you are too humble."

"The 16-year-old warrior has not appeared in the entire Jiangnan base city for several years."

A group of people surrounded Zhao Chen enthusiastically.

They didn't understand the value of Brother Lucky, and they just thought that Zhao Chen was being humble.

After exchanging pleasantries, Zhao Chen walked towards the stairs on the fourth floor.

The fourth floor of the teaching building is a place where instructors and teachers often go. Students are not eligible to enter, but he has passed the quasi-martial arts assessment, so that is a different matter.

After hearing Zhao Chen's words, a group of senior students quickly moved out of the way and looked at Zhao Chen with envy.

There is a small room next to the stairs on the fourth floor, and a middle-aged woman is on duty inside.

When the female warrior saw Zhao Chen coming over, she stood up and said with a smile: "Zhao Chen, I haven't congratulated you for passing the quasi-warrior assessment. Is this here to test your strength?"

"Good morning, Sister Sun!" Zhao Chen saw the female warrior and said quickly: "Please make it convenient for Sister Sun to let me go up first. As for the quasi-martialist certificate, it will take a few days to come out."

"It's a small problem, go ahead, just don't forget how good Sister Sun is in the future!" Sister Sun said with a smile.

It was just seven o'clock, and the morning class had not yet started. Gusu District Martial Arts Instructor Zhou Zhengheng and several teachers were preparing to teach. When they saw Zhao Chen coming in, they also gathered around him.

"Uncle Zhou, Uncle Wu, Brother Lin..." Zhao Chen greeted each one.

After saying hello, instructor Zhou Zhengheng said: "Zhao Chen, wait until the lectures for a few of us are over, and then we will conduct actual training."

Zhou Zhengheng acquiesced that Zhao Chen was here for actual combat training to prepare for the warrior's actual combat assessment two months later. This was also the practice for new prospective warriors.

"Okay, I'll have to trouble Uncle Zhou in the future. I'll test my physical fitness first. I practiced gene energy for the first time last night, and I don't know how much the increase will be."

Hearing Zhao Chen's words, most of the others looked surprised. Not many people succeeded in cultivating Five Hearts to Heaven on the first day, but they were relieved to think that Zhao Chen had become a quasi-warrior at the age of 16.

A genius can understand.

Coach Wu quickly said: "Try it quickly. The higher the first improvement, the better the talent."

Zhou Zhengheng also nodded and said: "Test your fist strength first, this is the most intuitive!"

Surrounded by coaches, Zhao Chen came to the boxing strength testing machine in the corner of the martial arts training hall.

"call……"

Zhao Chen let out a breath, raised his hand and punched the target of the boxing strength testing machine. The movement seemed very casual.

The target shook violently.

Suddenly, a line of numbers appeared on the screen of the boxing strength testing machine - "3124kg"

Zhao Chen's seemingly random punch just now actually used some force-generating skills. However, with his skills as a senior and intermediate god of war in The Sims, Zhou Zhengheng and others naturally did not notice the clues.

He had to create a persona that was talented enough, so that his subsequent improvement in practicing the Nine-Level Thunder Sword would not be so abrupt.Pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger is an entry-level operation, but pretending to be a tiger and eating a tiger is the real skill.

Seeing Zhao Chen's boxing performance, several instructors watching nearby exclaimed in surprise.

Zhou Zhengheng's face turned a little red and said: "Okay, great! During the first practice, the weight increased from 910kg to 3100kg, an increase of more than 2200kg!"

"Keep going, see how much the speed has increased?"

With a sudden force on his legs, Zhao Chen shot out like an arrow from a string. In the blink of an eye, he reached the other end of the runway.

The screen on the speed test machine displays a line of numbers "64.3m/s".

Under normal circumstances, a speed of 60 meters per second is the qualifying line for advanced warriors.In the eyes of everyone, Zhao Chen's speed has reached the advanced warrior level.

If the strength data just shocked them, then this speed data can be said to be shocking.

"Finally test the nerve response speed!"

An instructor turned on the neural response testing machine in advance and adjusted it to the 'advanced warrior level' mode.

One minute later, Zhao Chen's test results came out, "1 seconds, hit 60 times, no red light touched, excellent!"

"Strength 3124kg, excellent intermediate warrior level."

"Speed ​​is 64.3 meters per second, qualified for advanced warrior level."

"Neural reaction speed, advanced fighter level, excellent."

While Zhao Chen was testing here, Zhou Zhengheng had already quietly stayed away from the crowd, took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.

A few seconds later, the call was connected, and a calm man's voice came out: "Hey, brother, what happened?"

"Brother, this year I have a genius here who practiced for the first time and his boxing power increased by more than [-] kilograms!"

Suddenly, the tone of the voice on the other end of the phone changed: "Have you reached the standard of the genius line? Very good...wait a minute, you guys, from Gusu District, Suzhou City, a 16-year-old kid has passed the assessment this time, right?"

"Yes, that's him, his name is Zhao Chen. Not only has his strength increased by more than 2000kg, but his speed has also reached 64 meters per second, and his nerve reaction speed has also reached the level of a senior warrior!"

"There is no problem with the test data. This has reached the standard of a super elite. You can apply to join the global training camp."

Zhou Zhengheng immediately assured: "Absolutely no problem, I witnessed it with my own eyes."

"Wait, I'll be there soon. Tell the little guy that I want to see him."

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Zhengheng breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at Zhao Chen in the crowd and walked up.

"Zhao Chen, the president of our Extreme Martial Arts School in Jiangnan Base City, Zhou Zhengyong, a God of War powerhouse, wants to see you and will be there soon."

Zhao Chen made a surprised expression and asked deliberately and cautiously: "The president of our Jiangnan Base City, want to see me?"

Zhou Zhengheng nodded with a smile and said, "That's right. If you don't have anything urgent, just wait for a while."

Upon seeing this, the other instructors congratulated Zhao Chen, and then all took the initiative to leave the fourth floor.

Fifteen minutes later, a gray flying saucer-shaped fighter plane slowly landed on the grass outside the Extreme Martial Arts Gym in Gusu District.

……

In the spacious conference room, Zhou Zhengyong sat in the main seat, while Zhao Chen stood next to instructor Zhou Zhengheng.

"President Zhou!" Zhao Chen looked a little cautious.

This was the first time for Zhao Chen to see a real God of War powerhouse. In the Sims, except for the memories related to training, everything else was blurred.

Zhou Zhengyong was dressed in a white training robe, and his big hands were very conspicuous, like cattail fans. His not-so-burly body exuded an inexplicable fierce aura.

"Little guy, you don't have to be reserved. I'm a straightforward person, so I'll get straight to the point. On behalf of the Extreme Martial Arts School, I'm going to give you a special move. This is the detailed treatment. Take a look."

(End of this chapter)