Liver Progress From the Beginning Chapter 6

  Chapter 6 First Battle, Named Disciple Assessment

   No matter who comes, first investigate for three to five years, this is Duan Hong's idea... No, it should be said that this is a common practice in this era.

  Zhong Chao was able to learn one-handed tactics because the original owner had been busy in the King Kong Martial Art Museum for a whole year, so he had the opportunity.

   This is because low-level martial arts are not valued, and the core secrets of King Kong Martial Arts are more demanding than pharmacist skills.

   It can only be said that the law should not be passed on lightly, and it is vividly reflected in this world.

   Ignoring the rest of the matter, after confirming that there would be no more opportunities with the pharmacist, Zhong Chao went directly to the registered disciple registration office, where he also met Zong Sheng who had just registered.

   "Dachao, why are you here?"

"Sign up."

   "Wait, you sign up too, you fight us with one blow!!"

  Looking at the surprise in Zong Sheng's eyes, Zhong Chao shrugged and said, "You know a few tricks with the Vajra Palm."

   "Uh... a move."

   "Are you proficient, can you use it 100%?"

   These words made him silent.

   It's just that Zhong Chao, who told him to shut up, didn't look very happy.

   "We can sign up for those who don't understand anything, and even have the opportunity to be the first, which is enough to prove that there is a big gap for the registered disciples in the King Kong Martial Art Museum."

   "But the registered disciples are assessed every year. In some years, they will even be assessed two or three times. There are so many registered disciples, where are they going!"

  Thinking about this kind of thing makes people shudder. If it was possible, he really didn't want to become a registered disciple of the martial arts school, but since he came from a humble background, he could only fight his way out here if he wanted to get ahead.

   Signing up is easy.

   On the second day, when he came to the martial arts venue, Zhong Chao found that, including himself, there were a total of thirty-six handyman disciples who chose to fight.

  Obviously, the vigorous young man is not satisfied with his position as a handyman disciple.

Zhong Chao counted the number of people, and Zong Sheng went to inquire about it. When he returned, he had already found out some news: "Da Chao, this time recruiting twelve people means we will eliminate twenty-four. Yes, there are seven applicants who need to pay attention, six of them are old people who stayed from the previous round, and one is born with brute force."

  The last one, Zhong Chao, has already seen it. Among the young people who are generally not tall, there is one who is particularly big.

   As for martial arts, at a low stage, the bonus that one's natural physique brings to one's body is huge.

   "He's a formidable opponent... No, I don't need to fight him to the death for recruiting twelve people this time."

   While the two were talking, as time came, an instructor came here, and the abbot was selected.

   There are not so many bells and whistles, just call whoever's name, whoever goes forward.

   "Lai Xiang, Fang Cao..."

  Under the watchful eyes of Zhong Chao, the selections started and ended soon.

  Because he was at the back of the queue, Zhong Chao actually watched several games, and there were many performances of "handyman old men" among them.

   What made Zhong Chao raise his brows was that although the strength of these 'old men' was a little higher than that of ordinary handyman disciples, there were not many of them.

   Even, the "old man" who fought against Di Hua, who was born with brute force, was directly overthrown by him with brute force.

   "So weak..."

   This situation was beyond Zhong Chao's expectations, but soon he thought of:

   "The handyman disciples are so busy all day long that their feet don't touch the ground, and they don't have time to practice at all."

   "Besides, they are in the handyman, they have no wound medicine, no food, even if they spare time, they don't dare to practice too hard. In this case, it is only a ghost if they are strong."

   "It's the right way to participate in the selection of registered disciples."

  After watching other people's games, Zhong Chao knew that with Steam Turbine One, he could advance steadily.

that's the truth.

   Soon, the instructor called to him.

  When Zhong Chao took the stage, the handyman opposite him was quite happy.

   "It's you, the one who chooses to fight...I'm so lucky!"

   "Shut up, give me a start."

   Even watching chickens pecking at each other made the coach a little annoyed. Sensing his emotions, Zhong Chao and another handyman didn't dare to say much. After cupping their hands, they rushed to the opposite side.

   "Vajra palm!"

   It is indeed the most famous exercise in the King Kong Martial Art Museum. Anyone can know two moves.

   It's just that, the man's palms barely changed when he first obtained the exercises.

   More importantly, the speed is too slow.

   Because of this, Zhong Chao, who took a deep breath and turned on the steam turbine, took a step ahead and punched the man's empty door.

   "Boom!"

  A punch with twice the strength directly sent the man flying.

  Such a clean victory stunned the handyman disciples around.

   "He was blown away with one punch, is Zhong Chao so strong?"

   "Didn't you say that there is no power in one go? What's going on?"

   "It has nothing to do with martial arts. Zhong Chao should be born with brute force just like the stupid Di Hua."

  The handyman disciple seemed to know Zhong Chao again, but the coach who came over just glanced at it and stopped paying attention.

   This also made Zhong Chao, who was doing his best, laugh at himself.

   "Being valued by others, and thus jumping into the air, this kind of possible thing really only exists in fantasy."

  After stepping down, Zhong Chao, who no longer held the pie in the sky, did not relax, but went all out.

  Food, medicinal materials, free time, and even exercises, he lacked in all aspects, and he didn't want to stay in the position of a handyman disciple.

  Without holding back, and with the proficient steam turbine, the person Zhong Chao is fighting against is not his single-handed enemy at all.

   In contrast, Zongsheng is much more difficult.

  However, relying on medicine dregs to make up for it, plus his daring to fight hard, his strength is still stronger than ordinary disciples, and this slightly stronger is enough for him to enter the twelve places.

  But after the quota was selected, the coach did not leave immediately, but looked at Zhong Chao and Di Hua with great interest.

   "You two fight, let me see who has the stronger natural strength."

"…Yes."

  The meaningless fight did not meet Zhong Chao's wishes, but the coach wanted to see it, and Zhong Chao, who didn't dare to offend him, could only step forward.

  The same is true for Di Hua on the opposite side.

  Standing in the middle of the ring, after clasping fists together, the two people who didn't know much about advanced martial arts both punched each other straight.

   "Om!"

   Zhong Chao, who turned on the steam turbine and exerted 200% of his strength, collided with Di Hua's fist, which was born with brute force, and made a bang.

   This time there was no fancy collision, the two were evenly divided.

   However, compared to the expressionless Di Hua, Zhong Chao's fist felt a sharp pain.

   "Natural brute force is not only powerful, but also thick-skinned. I have no advantage in fighting!"

   "Moreover, Qi is also rapidly consumed."

   After all, the steam turbine has a breath-holding power, and today it still has only a breath-holding power.

  Although, after nearly a month of training, Zhong Chao's steam turbine has been able to last for fifteen minutes, but it was in a low power consumption state.

   Violent movements will quickly consume the inhaled 'qi'. He has experienced experiments and knows that in a full-strength battle, the inhaled qi can only last for three minutes.

   "He must be defeated within three minutes."

   This is not difficult. Although Di Hua has great strength, his speed is a bit slower than that of Zhong Chao.

   "Bang! Bang! Bang!"

   Zhong Chao, who went all out, swung three punches in a row, but Di Hua only blocked two, and the last punch hit his chest without fancy.

   It's just that the natural brute force is really extraordinary. When he punched in the chest, he just grinned and continued to attack Zhong Chao.

   This time, Zhong Chao didn't dare to fight against him. With a turn of his footsteps, he came to his side by virtue of his speed, and then punched out.

   "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

  Relying on his speed, Zhong Chao didn't let him touch him, and punched him several times in a row.

   After five punches, Di Hua's body couldn't bear it anymore, and he fell to the ground.

   "It hurts, it hurts, stop fighting, I admit defeat."

  (end of this chapter)

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