Chapter 8 Practical Assessment
Yang Tong didn't know that his incredible grades had caught the attention of the school's higher-ups. However, Yang Tong did clearly feel the change in himself, his neural responses were now three times faster than before!
In such a short period of time, making such rapid progress can only be explained by the mysterious copper coin that is still in one's sea of knowledge.
"Could it be that this copper coin can enhance my neural response while absorbing energy?" Yang Tong muttered to himself, his voice extremely low.
Whether or not, wait until I get the first prize of this exam and then try it out.
Yang Tong received his own number plate from the head teacher, and as long as the previous data test was qualified and the actual combat assessment did not perform badly, he could graduate. However, if the test data is extremely good but the actual combat assessment is too poor, a re-examination will be required. Alternatively, if the test data is unqualified but the actual combat assessment is very strong, it can also be graduated!
The logic is simple, data is a hard thing, with enough growth space. Moreover, the larger social context determines that if you can't pass the test in actual combat, how can you get out of the county? Therefore, schools cultivate students' combat skills from an early age and attach great importance to combat, otherwise there would be no need to offer heavy rewards.
This time, thousands of people from the whole grade participated in the actual combat assessment, and it will take a very long time to complete.
The competition is held in the form of a group match, and sixteen large arenas have been built on the playground. Each large arena has eight small arenas around it, each with a length of 20 meters and a width of 10 meters.
A large arena has 48 people, and these 48 people are divided into eight groups. They adopt a scoring system: one point for a win, zero points for a draw, minus one point for a loss. The highest scorer in each group takes first place, then the winners of the eight groups compete in an elimination match to determine the winner. After winning or losing, the winner becomes the arena champion, and the 16 arena champions from the large arenas compete in an elimination tournament.
Yang Tong listened to the rules and calculated that he would have to play at least ten games or more! Except for the small group matches with a points system, which were relatively frequent, the rest of the games had sufficient rest time.
The teacher in charge of the match began to distribute protective gear, saying as he handed them out: "Go easy on each other, you can concede defeat, do not use excessive force, and do not intentionally try to hurt anyone, otherwise school rules will be strictly enforced."
Everyone was given a set of leather armor and a helmet, which were not heavy to wear. They were made from the skin and fur of a special type of barbarian beast, providing excellent protection for vital areas.
"Yang Tong, Tong Zhengbin. You two go first, Feng Xiaobo, Ge Lu get ready." A teacher who was in charge of recording the battle lines shouted loudly.
Yang Tong and a boy of the same age jumped onto the stage. The referee said, "No hitting on the head or lower body, got it?"
Yang Tong suddenly had a kind of disorganized and scattered illusion, but the scattered boxing punches of his previous life were different from those here. Can you imagine a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy punching out over 200 kilograms of power? This is a high martial world, where people can fly freely and escape into the earth, it's not comparable to the end of the law era on Earth.
"You're Yang Tong from Class 5? I've long heard that you're now a third-level martial arts apprentice, I really want to see how formidable you are." Tong Zhengbin said, looking at Yang Tong.
"It's started!" The referee declared.
Tong Zhengbin rushed over with a low bow, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of Yang Tong, fiercely sweeping his leg.
Yang Tong's neural reaction has accelerated threefold, and although this leg is fast, Yang Tong calculated the angle and strength of this leg, as well as the best evasive angle and method at the moment he lifted his foot. He can even give a direct response, but Yang Tong's neural reaction is fast, but his body can't reach the same standard.
To put it bluntly, Yang Tong's body had not fully adapted to the sudden increase in neural responses.
Yang Tong took a step back with one leg, calmly and composedly.
However, Tong Zhengbin's actual combat experience is obviously very rich, a set of combination attacks are launched, and each move is aimed at the vital parts and joints.
Yang Tong furrowed his brow, constantly dodging. He didn't lack actual combat experience, as he had a skilled father at home who often sparred with him; the reason he hadn't counterattacked was that he needed time to adjust his state.
"Hmph, I'll see how long you can hide." Tong Zhengbin snorted in anger, his fists and legs speeding up.
Yang Tong started to defend himself, because his body could no longer dodge. This was different from the virtual body created when testing neural reactions, where consciousness was as fast as movement. Now, however, his consciousness was quick, but his body couldn't keep up.
A qualified fighter learns to take a beating before giving one, this is the principle that Yang Tong has understood since he was young. His old man started training him when he was young, and Yang Tong learned how to defend himself from taking beatings.
They fought for over ten minutes, with Tong Zhengbin always on the attack and Yang Tong defending.
Tong Zhengbin was getting impatient, and suddenly shouted: "Are you a turtle? Despicable! Take this, Whirlwind Sweeping Leg!" Tong Zhengbin's body quickly spun around in a circle, one leg sweeping out.
This leg is extremely fast, more than twice as fast as the previous move.
Yang Tong captured the trajectory of this leg sweep in an instant, but it was already a bit late to dodge, so he took a step forward and knocked down Tong Zhengbin's ultimate move with a knee strike. Then, he sidestepped and used his shoulder to knock Tong flying out.
Tong Zhengbin's ultimate move was interrupted halfway through, feeling extremely uncomfortable, and before he could even stand firm, he was struck by a powerful force and sent flying out.
"I acknowledge." Yang Tong said.
Tong Zhengbin stood up, patted his own chest and replied: "You're great, I lost."
"Yang Tong Sheng, next round." The referee nodded and announced, looking at Yang Tong for a moment. He couldn't quite grasp this young man, whose basic skills were extremely solid, his defensive skills were very deep, and his awareness of defense was excellent, comparable to many young masters in their twenties.
"Great, Yang Tong didn't expect your defense to be so good, you can even withstand Bao Fengbin's fierce attack, impressive!" Feng Xiaobo is more outgoing than Yang Tong and has a lot of information. He had heard about Tong Zhengbin's nickname, with strong actual combat ability.
"Hehe, it's your turn, you go ahead and work hard." Yang Tong smiled slightly, still having a good impression of this deskmate.
This battle made Yang Tong very passive. His strength only exerted two or three tenths, his consciousness was too fast, but his body couldn't keep up. What to do?
Recalling the previous match carefully, a flash of inspiration occurred in Yang Tong's mind, as if he had grasped something.
"The speed of the body is impossible to keep up with in a short time, only by slowing down the rhythm and adapting to one's own body. Slow down......" Yang Tong's eyes flashed, "Tai Chi!"
Right, I forgot that the old man at the Taoist temple on the mountain taught me Tai Chi. What I learned was not the health-preserving boxing method from outside, but the authentic Taoist Tai Chi, which has only thirteen forms. However, the key to Tai Chi is still remembered very clearly.
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