Chapter 8 Are there any masters?
Jiang Lan actually made up his mind early on to join a martial arts school.
Otherwise, there is no need for him to show his strength here.
Joining the army doesn't mean you have any freedom, and you usually have to move in groups.
The process of him sacrificing the monster cannot be seen by others.
It might not attract anyone's attention once or twice, but if it happens too many times, no one is a fool and they will definitely notice something is wrong.
And joining a consortium is even worse.
When you work as a thug and get paid, how can you go out and hunt monsters?
As for the last one, joining a mercenary army is really good, it is free, and you can go to the wilderness area to hunt monsters at will.
But the problem is that when joining a mercenary, no matter how talented he is, there will be no so-called resource bias at all. How much he can earn depends entirely on his own ability.
Although Jiang Lan is very confident in his abilities, why should he be thankless if he can live a good life without working hard?
Therefore, he made up his mind early on to join the Extreme Martial Arts Gym.
The hesitation and hesitation just now was nothing more than trying to gain more benefits for myself through my attitude.
"So, joining a martial arts school seems like a good idea."
Upon hearing Jiang Lan's words, Wu Tong's eyes immediately lit up.
"Of course, after joining the martial arts gym, not only will no one restrict your freedom, but there will also be dedicated people to provide you with training help and resource support."
"Support?" Jiang Lan asked, "Can you explain it in detail?"
Wu Tong said in a deep voice:
"A villa in Mingyue Community, a warrior start-up capital of 20 million Chinese coins, and a total value of no more than 50 million in guidance skills, body skills and secrets.
This is the most resources I can provide within my scope of authority. But you are different. When your test is over, I will report your results to the top. In short, the support you can get is definitely much more than what I just mentioned, but the specific amount depends on the above. "
Jiang Lan nodded slightly.
His current level of strength is already infinitely close to that of a mid-level warrior.
On Earth, warriors are divided into three major levels: warriors, generals, and gods of war.
Within these three levels, there are three sub-levels, namely elementary, intermediate and advanced.
Normally, those who pass the martial arts assessment, have a fist strength of 900 kilograms, and a speed of 25 meters per second. After passing the actual combat assessment, they can be called elementary warriors.
A mid-level warrior's punching power is twice that of an elementary warrior, at 2,000 kilograms.
Gao doubled it again, four thousand kilograms.
When you reach the junior level, the standard punch strength is 8,000 kilograms, and the standard speed is 90 meters per second.
And Jiang Lan, twenty days ago, was just a junior student in a martial arts school.
This speed of progress can no longer be described by just two words: talent.
To put it bluntly, most people would never dare to do this in their dreams.
"How are you? Are you interested?" Wu Tong continued to ask.
Having said that, Jiang Lan didn't think about it anymore and nodded directly: "Okay."
Although there is not only an extreme martial arts gym, but also a thunder and lightning martial arts gym.
But Jiang Lan had no intention of selling it at a price.
Even if the two martial arts schools compete with each other and can give him more benefits, it is not that important to Jiang Lan.
Now it can easily reach tens of millions, which seems like a lot.
But Jiang Lan knew that soon, as long as his strength improved, those things outside him would be no different from waste paper to him.
The Chinese currency is just the currency of one country on earth. There is no place to spend it in the universe. Isn’t it just waste paper?
If everything goes well, it may not even take a year or two before he is strong enough to travel to the universe.
Therefore, no matter what martial arts school it is, it is only a temporary support for Jiang Lan.
Hurry up and hunt the monsters, and sacrifice the corpses is the serious business. Seeing Jiang Lan agree, Wu Tong couldn't hide his excitement.
"Okay, now that the boxing strength test is over, let's test the speed next. Have a good run. I'll have to report your results to the headquarters later."
"clear."
Jiang Lan stood in front of the runway.
"start!"
The moment Wu's voice fell, Jiang Lan's whole body popped up, bringing with it a violent gust of wind, and the track was completely covered in the blink of an eye.
【143.25m/s】
"Huh..." Wu Tongren was already a little numb.
In the previous boxing test, Jiang Lan's score was only close to that of an average fighter, but in the current speed test, he had already surpassed that of an average fighter.
When Yang Wei saw Jiang Lan's results, the expression on his face was a little strange.
"Isn't this... wrong?" He looked at Wu Tong and asked, "Teacher Wu, as far as I know, it should be much more difficult to increase speed than strength, right?"
Wu Tong rolled his eyes at him.
"As far as you know, are there any eighteen-year-old junior warriors who are at their peak?"
"Yes!" Yang Wei replied with confidence.
"What?" Wu Tong's pupils shrank, "Who?"
It was really hard for him to imagine that besides Jiang Lan, there could be such a monster.
Yang Wei pointed at Jiang Lan, who had returned to the starting point, "Well, isn't that right? Not only is his strength at the peak of a junior warrior, but his speed has exceeded that of a mid-level warrior."
When Wu Tong heard this, he almost couldn't breathe.
Am I blind? What do you mean?
After kicking Yang Wei in the butt, Wu Tongtong said, "From now on, shut up."
Yang Wei rubbed his butt, grinned, and stopped talking.
Wu Tong walked up to Jiang Lan with a smile on his face, "Awesome, awesome! There is also the last item, the nerve reaction speed test. After passing it, your true strength can be judged."
"Okay, let's get started."
Jiang Lan didn't say much and walked directly to the door that said 'Nervous Response Testing Room'.
"You go in and I'll help you start the test."
Jiang Lan opened the door and walked in. In front of him was a venue covering an area of about one hundred square meters. In the middle of the venue stood a tall instrument.
The front of the instrument is covered with dense black holes.
When the test begins, rubber bullets will be fired out of these small holes.
The fewer times you are hit, the higher your final score will be.
Jiang Lan stood in front of the machine. There was a faint sound from the instrument, and then it slowly lit up. A burst of misty red light enveloped Jiang Lan.
The red light spread out and formed a circle about 4 meters in diameter around him.
In the process of dodging bullets, you cannot get out of this circle, otherwise the results will be invalid.
Although Jiang Lan was only a junior student before, he had also done nerve response tests before, so he was quite familiar with this thing.
He looked at the holes, his muscles tensing slightly, ready to dodge at any time.
"Beep beep beep beep——"
Two seconds later, the machine suddenly sounded, and rubber bullets shot out like raindrops, rushing towards Jiang Lan at extremely high speed.
No, was it so fast during the previous test?
(End of chapter)