You promised to practice martial arts, but you have mastered the golden body and Dharma?

Chapter 27 Abstain and step down!

As the time advanced towards eight o'clock, more and more students crowded into the huge annular auditorium of the central martial arts training platform. Their heads bumped into each other on the 3,000 or so seats, and photographers with IDs hanging on their chests greeted each other on the first level. The first-level auditorium moved around and observed, and from time to time there was a clicking sound, like the short crowing of cranes in a chicken farm.

Students with school badges of different background colors bisect the circular auditorium horizontally. Blue and white school uniforms surround a large circle of black short-shirted students in the front row near the host's podium.

The senior high school students were seated one level behind the martial arts class, only five or six meters away from the edge of the large circular platform with a radius of twenty meters in the middle.

On the side of the aisle, Wu Qi raised his head slightly and looked around at the layout of the field, his eyes flickering.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he exclaimed: "Come out, come out, Brother Li Jiu is really on the list of candidates for the first choice!"

Liu Li's eyes immediately turned to the entrance of the waiting area, and she saw several martial arts teachers headed by Lu, dressed in formal attire, walking at the front in order.

What followed was a team of participants in their own camp, all vaguely headed by a certain student. Nine younger brothers followed one older brother. The formation was not organized, but it caused some students in the audience to marvel and talk, rushing to introduce what they were doing. A familiar martial arts class student.

"Look at the one at the front. His fist is as tight as a sandbag. He is Sun Desheng. He is participating in this assessment with his strength in the lucky period!"

"Hiss, those strong muscles on the arms really look like they are compressing, like iron smelting!"

"But what about his expression, a little...well, a little annoyed?"

"No, I heard that he is very arrogant, and Teacher Sun Lie is his father. What can make him angry? He probably has this expression usually. All talented martial arts students are like this, and they don't look at him. Human.”

Listening to these words, Liu Li secretly squeezed his palms and looked slowly back at the team until at the end, Li Jiu's alone figure came into view.

Her dark eyes suddenly lit up, and the distance of thirty or forty meters shrunk to a mere inch, occupying the center of her clear pupils.

At this moment, my mind was slightly stirred.

Just like when I heard in junior high school that my classmates participated in the provincial competition, I felt an inexplicable sense of pride and surprise that their fates were linked together.

Liu Li stared at Li Jiu's movements intently, and at the same time listened to the discussions of other students: "Hey, who is following at the end? Can you participate in the selection test even if you wear a school uniform?"

"I haven't heard of it. Did you fall behind?"

"No, I counted. There are already 40 people. Why is there one more person?"

"Then who knows, let's see."

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Soon, Lu Xing sat down at the main table on the rostrum, while Wang Shan and four other teachers stood upright at the railings of the rostrum. The teacher who originally followed Lu Xing had already stepped onto the central martial arts training stage and glanced at the crowds surrounding the rostrum. auditorium:
  "Quiet--"

A loud sound like a bell swept from the center, smoothing out the din in the auditorium, and instead echoed in the closed internal space.

Everyone's goosebumps jumped up, and their eyes immediately focused on the teacher. They felt that there was still lingering sound in the eardrums until it gradually stopped.

Hiss~swish——      Suddenly, the four large screens hanging above the teacher's head flashed images at a 45° angle, which was enough for the students in the last row to see the details of the competition stage!
  "The fourth selection assessment of Ninth Middle School is about to begin. This year's referees Huo Ming, I, this year's judges Lu Xing, Director Lu, this assessment focuses on selecting outstanding martial arts talents from our school. The assessment process can be watched and studied by everyone. The method basically follows the old system, one-on-one competition, the winner will be promoted, and the ranking will be based on the score given by Director Lu!"

Huo Ming's voice was bold and loud, and every word he spoke was like a hammer beating a big drum, making the blood boil under the skin of the students watching.

But there was no expression on his face. He turned to look at Lu Xing who was sitting in the main seat. When he saw the other person nodding, he shouted in a deep voice: "The assessment has begun. The first group of competitions. Sun Desheng from District 4 will face Yao from District 1." Come on now!"

After a while, Yao Ke came on the stage, and Sun Desheng walked five steps in front of him. Bloodshot eyeballs protruded from the sunken eye sockets, blue veins appeared on his forehead, and the bite muscles on his square face twitched slightly, looking as ferocious as a ghost!
  Knock, knock!
  The crisp sound of the fist bones brought a cold wind to Yao's face. He shivered all over, and the coldness penetrated his back and penetrated into his heart.

"Referee, I abstain, I abstain, I abstain."

Yao Ke breathed quickly, fearing that Huo Ming didn't hear clearly, and even his mood was as mottled as his tone.

Why did we face Sun Desheng!

The only period of luck among the four districts, no one can match me. Not only can he exert hidden power, but he can crush me just with his strength and reflexes!
  Moreover, his eyes looked like he was going to cripple me!
  Crazy, crazy!
  The special assessment was made like a life-threatening one!
  Yao Ke suppressed his trembling legs and took two steps back. His pace suddenly increased from slow to slow, and he jumped off the stage and ran away!
  "What's going on? Even if he abstained, why did he run away before the referee announced the result?"

"Although Sun Desheng is indeed invincible in this assessment, it's not like this, right?"

"Don't say that. When I look at it from below, I feel that Sun Desheng's expression is weird. If he really goes up there, he may not be as calm as Yao Ke."

The moment Yao Ke left the stage, the whole audience erupted in chatter, and everyone was shocked.

Liu Li clenched her fists and squinted her eyes to observe Sun Desheng who had won and stepped down. An ominous premonition penetrated his eyebrows, making him feel cold.

This Sun Desheng's expression was even worse than when Li Jiu punched him the day before yesterday, and the anger in his eyes was about to turn into iron needles!

"Why does his look look a bit like Qian Mo when he was fighting with Li Jiu?"

Wu Qi's whisper from the seat next to her suddenly aroused the vigilance in Liu Li's heart. Her pupils trembled, like gravel falling into a pond, causing ripples.

Murderous intent flashed in Sun Desheng's eyes!
  "The first group of competitions is over, and the winner is Sun Desheng." Huo Ming glanced at Yao Ke, who was shaking even after drinking cold water, with an expressionless face, raised his head and shouted, "The second group of competitions, District 4 Zhang Jue, versus No. 1 Ou Wu Zhi, come on!"

This time, the two people on the stage were facing each other, ten steps apart, and they were fisting each other according to the default rules. Their lower body was in a pile, and the intersection of their eyes was as hot as the sun.

"start!"

Huo Ming stepped back to the edge and gave a command at the top of his voice. The bent legs of the two people in the center instantly pulled back, and their whole bodies shot out. They accelerated explosively in three or two steps, and their figures collided together like bulls!
  The two punched out first and pushed their forearms forward. The fine wind blew open each other's sleeve corners. Sometimes their fists collided, their muscles burst out, and details such as the twisting of their eyeballs were all magnified on the big screen above their heads. !
  The audience immediately cheered and marveled, and in a blink of an eye they forgot about the boring incident of abstaining from the stage!

After all, Sun Desheng is undoubtedly the strongest in this assessment, and there is no suspense about winning or losing!

But now is what the assessment should be like. Everyone refuses to admit defeat and fights with all their strength. The victory or defeat depends on fists!

In fact, this is indeed the case. Except for a few like Sun Desheng, those who can enter the martial arts class and participate in the selection assessment have basically the same background. Who will give way to whom?
  The places to enter the core group are all determined by strength!
  (End of this chapter)