My Transformed System is Toxic

Chapter 45 Test Results (Please recommend tickets~)

The stout man stepped onto the high platform, flexed his muscles and bones, bowed his body, and slowly clenched his fists. The veins on his arms, which were thicker than ordinary thighs, bulged!
"drink!"

With a shout, the strong man suddenly punched!

"Pong!"

With a muffled sound, the strong man's fist sank into the stone, barely covering half of his fist.

The strong man withdrew his fist and took two steps back in a daze.

"how can that be?"

The black-armored soldier on the side took out a measuring ruler, measured the depth of the fist mark, and announced indifferently: "Two inches and four points, unqualified, next."

The strong man walked down the high platform in a daze, still murmuring that it was impossible.

There was an inconceivable discussion all around, how could this man have such a shallow fist mark that he seemed to have a few hundred catties of strength?

Shi Lan took all this into his eyes, and was not surprised at all. Although the man just now was tall and strong, he was still a mortal after all. Sixty-seven out of ten strength is not bad.

Judging from this man's figure and the strength of his punch, the punch just now had at least two hundred catties of force, which is equivalent to a martial artist at the second level of the Body Tempering Realm, but only left a hole more than two inches deep. fist print.

Based on this calculation, to meet the requirements of the Monster Suppressing Army, at least a strength above the fifth level of the Body Tempering Realm is required.

After the strong man stepped down, another strong man of similar stature stepped onto the high platform. This man's punch was much weaker than that of the strong man's, leaving only an inch-nine-fen deep fist mark.

This is obviously lower than the minimum requirement that Nie Yangze just set.

The two black-armored soldiers didn't wait for the strong man to tell, they went straight forward, pushed the strong man down, took a long plank from the stage, and hit the strong man with ten planks.

After the ten boards, the man's back was covered in blood and flesh, unable to move, he was carried down by several companions.

After this, the fire in the hearts of the people around who were ignited by the gold bricks was extinguished a lot.

Just as everyone was looking left and right, a thin, 27-year-old man walked to the edge of the high platform. He jumped straight onto the nearly ten-foot-high platform without taking any steps.

The mortals around were amazed when they saw this scene, and the eyes of a few warriors also tightened and became cautious.

The man walked up to the stone, arched his waist, stretched his muscles and bones, and suddenly his bones made a series of explosions, like thunder!

"Drink!"

The man let out a long howl, tightened his five fingers, and the shadow of his fist flashed, followed by a whistling sound of piercing through the air!
"puff!"

Everyone around felt a blur before their eyes, and the thin man's forearm sank deeply into the stone.

The man withdrew his arm and let out a long breath. A cloud of gray air that was visible to the naked eye spewed out from his mouth.

"Seven inches and five points, qualified." The black armored soldier announced the result, and raised his hand to signal the man to go to the wooden case to register.

"Name?"

"Yan Shan."

……

After Yan Shan, there were more than a dozen fighters who came to the stage, but very few qualified, and apart from Yan Shan, the deepest fist marks left by the other qualified fighters were only six inches and two cents.

A few mortals who tried to fish in troubled waters all ate their boards without exception.

Yan Shan and other warriors who passed the test stood with their arms folded at the gate of the City Lord's Mansion, looking at the high platform from a distance. Every time a tester came to the stage, they would quietly discuss and exchange their opinions.

Seeing that the timing was almost up, Shi Lan squeezed out of the crowd and walked up the steps to the high platform.

Seeing Shi Lan came to the stage, all warriors expressed their opinions one after another.

"The footsteps are disorganized, the landing is weak, and the grip is unstable. It is obviously a mortal."

"The tendons are weak, the movements are loose, and he is a lucky person."

"Money touches people's hearts, it's inevitable."

Most of the warriors took a look, shook their heads, and looked away in a lack of interest.

Yan Shan looked at Shi Lan quietly, and suddenly frowned slightly, as if he had discovered something, his expression became serious.

Shi Lan walked up to the stone and stood still. After considering it in her mind, she raised her right arm, clenched her five fingers, and hit the stone with a straight fist without fancy.

With this fist, Shi Lan retained three points of strength. The moment his fist touched the stone, Shi Lan felt as if he had sunk into the mud, and the strength of the fist began to lose speed.

The strength of the fist was quickly removed completely, Shi Lan looked at the forearm submerged in the stone, and felt a little uncertain whether it had reached the requirement of five inches deep.

After a little thought, Shi Lan added two more forces, and the forearm, which was already stagnant, sank again.

The black-armored soldier who was about to step forward to measure the depth of the fist mark looked at Shi Lan in surprise when he saw this scene.

Shi Lan withdrew her arm and took two steps back.

The black-armored soldier stepped forward, checked the depth of the fist mark, and announced: "Seven inches and nine points, qualified."

Hearing this, all the martial artists in the audience looked at each other in blank dismay, all a little embarrassed.

Yan Shan's expression was solemn, he noticed Shi Lan's movement just now, the strength of the fist was exhausted, the power needed to push forward again, and making such a deep punch mark with one punch are completely two concepts, the person on the stage punched One can imagine the strength.

"Name?"

"Shi Lan."

"Where do you live now?"

……

After registering the basic information, the black-armored soldier pointed to the gate of the city lord's mansion, "Wait there, and the city lord Nie has something to tell you later, and I will give you the rewards."

Shi Lan walked to the gate of the city lord's mansion and stood still. What made her feel a little strange was that as soon as she came over, the group of warriors moved away a few steps and distanced themselves from her.

Soon, fewer and fewer people came to the stage for the test, and in the end, no one was seen. Finally, only 26 people including Shi Lan passed the test.

Among the 26 people, the one with the deepest fist mark was a man in black robe who was about forty years old and had a strong breath. His fist mark was nine inches and seven-tenths deep, leaving the rest far behind.

Ranked second is Shi Lan, and after Shi Lan is Yan Shan. Except for the three of them, none of the fighters' fist marks are deeper than seven inches.

After confirming that no one was going to go on stage, several black-armored soldiers began to pack up the things on the high platform.

A soldier in black armor walked up to the warriors and said, "Follow me." Then he turned and pushed open the gate of the City Lord's Mansion.

All the warriors filed in and followed the black-armored soldiers into the city lord's mansion.

Shi Lan took a look at the surrounding environment. The courtyard walls of the City Lord's Mansion were about the same height as those in the Stone Mansion, and the layout of the environment was not far behind.

Following the black-armored soldiers all the way, they soon came to a hall.

The door of the main hall was open. After entering the main hall, everyone saw Nie Yangze sitting on the high seat.

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