"I made this judgment based on my student Xuanyuan Po. His physical fitness is the strongest among the students I have ever seen!"
Sun Mo wasn't bragging.
Until now, he has met many talented students, including Zhang Yanzong from far away. When he first entered the school, he was recognized as the number one freshman in this class.
Even in the freshman competition of the Ding and other leagues, Zhang Yanzong was appointed by An Hui as the leader of the student league.
His physical fitness is already ranked among the top three students in this class, but compared with Xuanyuan Po, he is just a younger brother.
At least one rank lower.
You know, this is Xuanyuan Po when he was a boy. If he becomes an adult, he doesn't know how strong he will be.
Of course, why is Zhang Yanzong the leader
Because apart from his body, his mind, his emotional intelligence, etc. are all superior, unlike Xuanyuan Po, who doesn't care about anything except fighting.
This kind of person will become the most terrifying killing machine, but he will never be the leader.
That Ding Wu's physical fitness is not even as good as Zhang Yanzong's, so how can he compare with Xuanyuan Po? But because of the assistance of those spiritual patterns, the amount of spiritual energy he absorbed in a short period of time was equal to that of a fighting ghost.
"You must know that spiritual energy circulates in the body and is carried by meridians. Although the spiritual patterns strengthen them, there is always a limit."
"It's like a rubber band. After it's stretched to its limit and you pull it further, it will naturally break."
Sun Mo explained that to put it simply, he exerted too much force in a short period of time and his body was overloaded and exploded.
"Indeed, the intensity of their battle just now is no longer what they should have at their level."
The examiner suddenly understood and nodded, admiring Sun Mo for his strong reasoning ability.
Ding!
Favorability from the examiner +100, friendliness (210/1000).
"Yes!"
Sun Mo cupped his hands and said, "Goodbye!"
He was going to watch the match between Ying Baiwu and Jiang Leng.
"Thank you Master Sun for your teaching!"
After the examiner finished speaking, he sighed again: "If I had had your judgment just now, that boy wouldn't have died!"
The examiner blamed himself.
…
When Sun Mo found Ying Baiwu, he found that Jiang Leng and Tantai Yutang were also there. It had to be said that Dead Face was really strong.
The students who entered the third round all had a few tricks up their sleeves, but he was still an instant kill.
Soon, it was Ying Baiwu's turn. As the ceremony was completed, the iron-headed girl fired a round and easily won the game.
There was no way around it. With the holy-level weapon, the Wind King Divine Bow, and the two holy-level skills, the Wind King's Divine Steps and the Wind King's Divine Technique, Bai Wu could not win even if he wanted to lose.
"How can you fight like this? You're so shameless!"
"Yes, you don't need feathered arrows, just open the bow and shoot. Even if it is light, it can't get close to you, right?"
"The key is that this girl's archery skills are very accurate!"
The students were wailing and complaining, but they also had some good impressions of Ying Baiwu.
Since the iron-headed girl followed Sun Mo, although she was very tired from practicing, she was eating well, sleeping well, and more importantly, she was in a happy mood.
So after raising her for more than a year, she was no longer as morbidly emaciated as before. Her mother was once a famous courtesan in Jinling, and Ying Baiwu also completely inherited her appearance. There was a hint of coldness in her that made people feel distant. A beauty that defies frost and snow, just like plum blossoms in winter, makes many men's hearts flutter.
In addition to her beautiful appearance, Ying Baiwu's fight so far has been all about hitting the target and not hurting anyone. Otherwise, if she passed by with an arrow, her opponent would be seriously injured and she would not even have the chance to participate in the second round.
This kind of kindness also won a lot of favor for Ying Baiwu.
But these people actually think too much. Ying Baiwu doesn't hurt anyone. It's not because she has a good heart, but because she doesn't want to bring negative comments to the teacher, saying that Sun Mo has a ruthless direct student. Otherwise, the iron-headed girl will definitely choose one. The arrow severely injures the opponent.
Because it is easier to injure an opponent than to defeat him without injuring him.
…
After the third round, excluding students who were defeated and eliminated, qualified but seriously injured and unable to continue the competition, and students who retired for other reasons, there were 312 students left in the end.
With fewer people, the draw took less time, and the game quickly moved on.
Give him time to rest and recuperate
nonexistent.
Because endurance and recovery are also a criterion for assessment.
In the fourth round, Sun Mo's three direct disciples still won the victory without much effort. Among them, Jiang Leng still maintained an instant kill, which finally attracted the attention of the young man with the word "waste" on his face.
At this point, there are 256 people left.
In the fifth round, the rules of the game changed. It was one-on-one after the draw, the winner advanced and the loser was eliminated.
When the lottery results came out, Li Ziqi took a deep breath and let out a solid sigh of relief.
"What's wrong?"
Lu Zhiruo was confused.
"Stable."
Xiao Hebao smiled brightly and snapped his fingers. He learned this action from Sun Mo.
"ah?"
Papaya Girl blinked her eyes, then woke up, grabbed Li Ziqi's arm, jumped up and down, and shouted happily: "Is it safe to pass the test?"
"Yes!"
Li Ziqi nodded heavily, his luck must be too good: "Although Xuanyuan Po's opponent is in the God Refining Realm, he experienced a tough battle in the last round and was seriously injured. Even in this round Even if we can, we probably won’t have 50% of our combat power.”
"Although Bai Wu's opponent won easily in the last round and was in good condition, he used double maces and practiced defense-based techniques. Against Bai Wu, wasn't this for nothing?"
"As for Jiang Leng, his opponent is a lucky man who is at the seventh level of body training. Because of his good luck, he has come here, but it is time to end."
"real or fake?"
Ying Baiwu frowned: "But I think everyone should not be careless. After all, this is about the teacher's honor!"
For a girl with an iron head, she only fights for her teacher!
"Bai Wu, I believe in senior sister, she has a photographic memory!"
The papaya girl happily took out a big watermelon from her backpack, stretched out her knife, opened it with a snap, and distributed it to everyone: "Eat the melon! Eat the melon!"
After dinner, the fifth round begins.
That's right, this round is a night battle!
The Holy Sect's assessments have always been like this. They don't follow common sense. What if the students are not used to fighting at night? So sorry, I can only blame you for your poor academic skills and lack of experience.
…
The moonlight is bright and clear, sprinkling a piece of silver gray.
Sun Mo stood by the side of the D group's arena, watching the battle on the ring with a bit of dismay.
This fight had lasted twenty minutes and was very brutal.
"Who do you think will win?"
Sun Mo asked.
"The strength is even, it depends on luck!"
Xuanyuan Po felt that this was just a novice pecking each other, and it was not entertaining at all.
"I think it's No. 10."
After Lu Zhiruo finished speaking, she saw No. 21 suddenly kicked No. 10 and launched a counterattack, and quickly changed her words: "No. 21, yes, No. 21 is going to win."
“…”
Sun Mo was speechless. Just as he was about to give some instructions, Papaya Mother changed her mind again.
"Wait a minute, No. 10 seems to be feigning defeat, deliberately luring No. 21 to attack and draining his energy. No. 10 is scheming, so No. 10 wins."
The moment Papaya Girl finished speaking, No. 10 was kicked over and thrown out.
"Huh? It turns out it's not a disguise, it's really a defeat. Then No. 21 must have won."
The papaya girl saw it very well, and she was sweating for them.
"Are you going to talk about stand-up comedy again?"
Sun Mo almost couldn't hold back a comment, but when he saw that Papaya was observing the battle situation seriously and making judgments instead of making random remarks, he suddenly lost his mood to lecture her.
After all, such a serious papaya girl shouldn't be scolded.
Lu Zhiruo clearly felt Sun Mo's attitude. She, who was smiling and waiting for the teacher's praise, lowered her head, and then touched her two slender index fingers.
"Old...teacher, did I say something wrong?"
Papaya Girl was very nervous.
"It doesn't matter if you are wrong. You will understand after watching more battles. Besides, you are still young and have plenty of time to study."
Sun Mo comforted and rubbed Papaya Girl's head.
"Um!"
Lu Zhiruo nodded heavily and swore with her little heart that she would ask the senior sister for advice on how to develop a strong eye when she got back.
Xuanyuan Po glanced at Sun Mo and moved his lips. He wanted to persuade her, "Teacher, if you continue to dote on her like this, Lu Zhiruo will be useless!"
"Teacher, who do you think will win?"
Lu Zhiruo asked.
"The 21st!"
Sun Mo didn't wait for Papaya to ask, and gave the reason: "That No. 10 was confused. He wanted to use tactics to show weakness to the enemy, but he didn't execute them thoroughly. After the counterattack, he couldn't move forward. When the opponent's momentum is not weak, they choose to go on the defensive."
"And his teacher is not helping."
This time, Sun Mo did not use the divine insight technique, but relied on his own experience to judge.
"Steady, don't think too much!"
"If we win this battle, we will be clear. Victory is right in front of us. Come on!"
"Don't panic, don't panic!"
The teacher on No. 10 kept shouting from the audience.
Sun Mo glanced at the guy. His self-proclaimed encouragement turned out to be a huge pressure for No. 10.
As the battle becomes more intense and the advantage is lost, this pressure will become the last straw for No. 10.
It's a pity that the No. 10 teacher didn't see this, or in other words, he was confused when faced with the two-star title that was easily available.
"The winner is determined!"
Xuanyuan Po opened his mouth, and the next second, No. 10 was knocked away and fell out of the ring.
"Idiot, that was a deliberate flaw. It's so obvious. Why can't you see it? Are you blind?"
The teacher of No. 10 scolded him directly. He glared at No. 10 angrily, and the bloodshot eyes seemed to burst.
"It's just a little bit close and we won. Why are you in a hurry? How many times have I told you to hold on, didn't you hear?"
"Waste! Waste! Waste!"
At the end of the scolding, No. 10's teacher immediately rushed over and slapped No. 10 on the face.
He couldn't help but be angry. As the highly anticipated new star teacher in the school, his pursuit was very high. Not only did he want to become a two-star famous teacher before the age of twenty-five, but he also wanted to use this opportunity to become famous and change jobs. Go to a second-class or even a first-class prestigious school.
But now, with the defeat of the direct student, all dreams are shattered.
Not to mention the nine super universities, even the first-class universities do not want famous teachers who have failed the assessment once, so for this famous teacher, he will never be able to teach in an institution of this level in his life.
How could this make him not angry