Doomsday: Gain experience by hunting

Tang Wen had been secretly guessing: that black-armored general, with such a loud voice, was he using sonic power or something?

He wondered if there were any sonic techniques among the redeemable skills in the guard camp.

If there were, he would definitely learn them.

The examiner was efficient, and the selection process was swift.

Those who wanted another chance could have one.

But you had to at least lift the stone lock to your chest to get a chance to try again with the next group.

There was no possibility of rest.

Either you were promoted on the spot, or you were eliminated immediately.

There was no third option.

Suddenly, someone in front failed the assessment and said they were sick.

The examiner sneered, "You're sick? Good! Then go tell the silver wolf and see if it will wait for you to get better before eating you!"

"Get out! Now!"

A girl ran out of the line, tears streaming from between her fingers.

Some people chuckled, and other girls glared at them.

More people simply shook their heads as they watched her leave.

Not everyone is suitable to be a guard.

"Ninth row, all forward."

The assessment progressed quickly, and on the other two sides of the square, the assessments for patrol guards and city guards had also begun.

The two were not assessed separately but started running laps together.

At the end of each lap, someone would stamp their wrist.

One stamp per lap, mainly testing endurance and perseverance.

"Tenth row, all forward!"

Tang Wen strode forward in the line, steadily lifting the stone lock three times in a row with the examiner's commands.

After counting, the chief examiner reported loudly to the stage: "The strength assessment is complete. 418 people participated in this assessment, and 167 passed. Among them, 25 are women."

The black-armored general on the stage slowly nodded: "Well, this hunting team selection only wants strong combat power, not weaklings who will hold us back. The hunting team is only short of 45 people! Next, let's test speed."

The general felt a little helpless. Who wouldn't want to train these youngsters to become talents?

But it's not that the camp doesn't want to recruit more people, it's that a martial artist's growth requires a lot of resources, and the camp simply can't afford to support too many people.

Testing speed meant running.

The other candidates ran around the square, while those participating in the hunting team selection ran in the middle of the square.

One round trip was about 200 meters.

The first row, 20 people, stood on the track.

"Ready, run!"

Watching everyone dash out like wild dogs off the leash, Tang Wen frowned. A shuttle run?

He hadn't practiced that.

But the examiner didn't care whether you had practiced or not.

In the last group, there were only seven of them.

"Run!" the examiner ordered.

Tang Wen took the lead and darted out.

This was the benefit of having high mental strength – his reaction was especially fast.

Since he hadn't run it before, he didn't hold back, burying his head and swinging his arms, using at least seventy percent of his strength.

Whoosh!

He left everyone behind him in one start.

"Whose kid is this? Running so fast?"

On the stage, a commander said in surprise.

The other commanders exchanged glances.

The black-armored general asked curiously, "What? No one recognizes him?"

"General, I know him. He's not from the inner city, but a kid from the outer city who makes a living by gathering herbs and hunting. He's quite interesting. I was planning to bring him under my command and give him some good guidance," said Commander Zhao, who was guarding the silver wolf.

The others were unhappy.

"Old Zhao, you want to snatch a good seedling as soon as you see one?"

"That's right, I think this kid is suitable for following my leg techniques!"

The other commanders didn't speak, watching the hunting camp's three commanders argue with interest.

Before he finished speaking, Tang Wen slowed down and ran back to the finish line when the examiner counted to 11.

Pairs of eyes looked at him, some surprised, some doubtful, all curious about where this guy had come from.

Damn! Overdid it.

Tang Wen smoothed his hair and, as usual, went to the back of the line.

"My name is Zhang Lin, you're not from a martial arts gym, are you?" a big guy over 1.9 meters tall came over.

"No, Tang Wen, a hunter from the outer city."

"A hunter? Impressive!" the big guy gave a thumbs up.

The two didn't speak anymore, and the examiner announced the results:

"After the strength and speed assessments, a total of 79 people passed, 17 of whom are women. The fastest is Tang Wen."

Whoosh!

Tang Wen once again attracted everyone's attention.

The black-armored general's voice rang out from the stage: "Tang Wen, step forward."

"Yes, sir," Tang Wen turned and stepped out of the line.

"Don't be nervous. You're from a hunter background, have you practiced martial arts?"

"Yes."

"What did you practice? Who taught you?"

"Big Brother Li, the blacksmith in the outer city, taught me the Gale Blade. Old Doctor Li in the inner city taught me the Yangsheng Stance," he answered truthfully. The camp wasn't big, and there was no need to hide these things. You could find out with a little inquiry.

But everyone looked incredulous after hearing this.

Gale Blade, Yangsheng Stance?

How should I put it?

In martial arts gyms, even dogs don't practice them.

The black-armored general, Commander Zhao, and others exchanged glances, also surprised in their hearts.

The Gale Blade was just a set of saber techniques for killing enemies.

If you had to evaluate it, it was ordinary, simple, practical, and easy to learn.

It was the most common of common goods.

Don't even mention the Yangsheng Stance, it was a pure waste of time. Unless you were studying medicine, or not middle-aged or injured, who would practice it!

Martial artists also practice stances, but they practice the horse stance, to stand like a horse.

The difference between the two was even greater than the difference between a peach pit and a centuries-old walnut for playing.

The commanders on the stage whispered to each other: "It seems his speed is innate."

"Yes, it should be."

"Definitely, what could you possibly develop from those two techniques?"

The martial arts apprentices around them felt much relieved after hearing what Tang Wen said.

They all knew that the next assessment would be combat ability.

What combat ability could Tang Wen, who came from practicing those kinds of techniques, possibly have?

The black-armored general signaled Tang Wen to return to the line:

"Next, take a one-hour break. After that, we will begin the combat assessment. The assessment content: each person simultaneously fights two armored guards. Knocking them down wins. Weapons are allowed."

"Can we wear armor?" a martial arts apprentice raised his hand.

"Of course not."

An hour passed quickly.

On the huge square, white ash was used to circle out circles, and the circles were the combat assessment sites. There were fifteen in total.

Thirty guards, wearing iron armor and holding swords and spears, entered the arena in pairs.

More guards waited in line.

There were still 79 people to be assessed, so there were a total of 158 guards.

Although their strengths varied, they wouldn't be too far off.

Whether the candidates faced weaker or stronger opponents depended entirely on luck.

Tang Wen noticed that the examiner had changed.

Fifteen examiners, who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, each had a fierce aura and stood in front of the 15 circles.

The most eye-catching of them was a female examiner standing in circle number 4.

She was half a head taller than the average male soldier, probably over 1.85 meters.

Not to mention her hot and outrageous figure, her straight and slender legs were comparable to those of a world-class supermodel.

Dressed in black, tight-fitting clothes, with a frosty face, she gave off an unapproachable vibe.

Well, this was the first, uh, the third beauty he had seen since coming to the camp.

The first was Sister-in-law Li, the second was Old Li's young wife. The examiner in front of him was the third.

The first round of selection began.

On the stage, the black-armored general's voice shook the audience:

"The person who takes the least time in this assessment will be the first place in the assessment. The reward is 100 taels of silver, a hundred-refined weapon; the Opening Mountain Cannon Fist Visualization Chart, with three opportunities to comprehend it. The second place will be rewarded with a hundred-refined weapon..."

Before he finished speaking, Tang Wen clearly felt that everyone who was about to fight was clenching their fists and cheering themselves up, becoming excited.

He also keenly caught the keywords "Opening Mountain Cannon Fist Visualization Chart." What was that?

Opening Mountain Cannon Fist?

This fist technique sounded illegal.

It must be this visualization chart that was making everyone excited.

Tang Wen walked up to Zhang Lin and asked, and the other party said excitedly: "Opening Mountain Cannon Fist, explosive power unparalleled! General Zhou on the stage and the major commanders have all practiced this fist technique, and only after mastering it did they achieve their current status! The visualization chart is the only way to practice this fist technique. After mastering it, breaking mountains and crushing rocks is as easy as pissing and mixing mud!"

Zhang Lin spoke with spittle flying everywhere, and Tang Wen gently took a step back and tilted his head slightly.

Alright!

It seemed he had to go all out.