signingbooks Chapter 91 An Easy Assessment
Chapter 91 An Easy Assessment
Song Chen walked in through the entrance passage of the stadium, and the sunlight fell directly on him.
The noise in the stands decreased by several decibels at the same moment, and everyone's attention was drawn to the person who walked out of the tunnel.
It's hard to describe the feeling; it's like being in a noisy market when suddenly something makes everyone stop talking at the same time.
It wasn't because of anything he did, it was simply because he appeared.
In the waiting area for the contestants, the freshmen's eyes all turned to the entrance passage.
Then, a strange sight appeared.
The freshmen sitting closest to the entrance instinctively moved aside the moment they saw Song Chen.
Just like in the wilderness, low-level beasts will automatically give way when they sense a high-level beast approaching.
This process of making way spread like dominoes into the depths of the waiting area, row upon row, one after another, with thousands of freshmen automatically parting to make way for Song Chen's path.
No one spoke, no one gave instructions; everyone just watched the young man walk through them and then instinctively moved aside.
On the judges' panel, Han Zhongming's gaze never left Song Chen from the moment he walked into the stadium.
The old man adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, tilted his head slightly, and whispered to Qin Ruolan beside him, "Did you feel it?"
Fragments of electricity flickered deep within Qin Ruolan's pupils. She paused for two seconds, then said, "Her Qi and Blood are both around 300, and her Spiritual Power isn't much different either."
Han Zhongming's eyelid twitched.
Qin Ruolan continued, "The three S-grade Qi and Blood Essence that the school gave him three days ago can each increase Qi and Blood by about fifteen points. Even if he used all three, he could only increase it to about one hundred and thirty points at most. He now has at least three hundred, which means he has other resources."
Han Zhongming chuckled lightly: "Who doesn't have secrets? Aren't we the same?"
Zhou Heming sat in the center of the judges' panel, his hair white, his hands folded on his cane.
At 8:00 AM sharp, the assessment officially began.
The examiner walked to the center of the arena. He was a man in his forties, with a burly build and a loud voice: "The martial arts placement assessment for freshmen at Tianhai University is now beginning."
"The assessment is divided into two parts: Qi and Blood Test and Combat Assessment. The Qi and Blood Test accounts for 30% of the total score, and the Combat Assessment accounts for 70%."
"The top 50 students in the final ranking will enter the gifted class, the top 300 students will enter the elite class, and the rest will enter the regular class."
"The assessment will last all day today. Please take your turn in the order of your assigned numbers."
He paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping across the waiting area.
"Next, we will proceed with the first item, the Qi and Blood Test. Please welcome student number 001, Song Chen, to the stage."
Song Chen was taken aback. Didn't he remember that he had reported for duty late? How come he was number 001?
However, since he was called, he quickly stood up.
He walked to the blood and qi testing device in the center of the venue, raised his right hand, and pressed it on the sensor panel of the device.
The sensor panel lit up, first a pale blue, then a deep blue, then a bluish-white, and finally a dazzling white-gold.
The numbers above the testing device were jumping wildly: fifty, eighty, one hundred, one hundred and twenty, one hundred and fifty. Every time the numbers jumped, the professors on the judging panel felt their eyelids twitch.
One hundred and eighty, two hundred, two hundred and ten, the number stopped at three hundred and five, stabilized for two seconds, and finally froze.
Inside the stadium, everyone gasped.
With 305 units of Qi and Blood, Tianhai University hasn't had such a powerful freshman in many years.
The examiner stood beside the testing device, looking at the number on the screen: "Number 001, Song Chen, Qi and Blood Value, 305. Score: 300 points."
Three hundred points is the maximum score for the Qi and Blood test.
The scoring rules for the Qi and Blood Test at Tianhai University are as follows: a Qi and Blood value of 100 is considered full marks, and any value exceeding 100 is not counted towards the score but will be recorded.
Song Chen far exceeded the perfect score, but his score was etched in everyone's memory.
He withdrew his right hand, turned around, and walked back to the players' bench.
For him, the Qi and blood test was just a formality; the real test was real combat.
The practical assessment will begin immediately after the Qi and Blood test.
The rules are simple: each new student will randomly select an opponent, and the winner will get points while the loser will not.
Each new student can participate in a maximum of ten battles, and the final ranking is based on the total score.
Opponents are randomly assigned by the system, but the system will try to match students of similar skill levels to avoid one-sided defeats.
However, Song Chen's presence rendered this "avoiding crushing defeat" rule ineffective.
The system couldn't find any freshmen with similar strength to him; his opponents could only be those unlucky ones who were randomly selected.
The match began quickly.
The first match.
Song Chen's opponent was a muscular boy who was over 1.8 meters tall, a physical training major, and had a blood energy value of 67, ranking among the top 20 freshmen.
But his legs were shaking when he stepped onto the field.
It's not that he's cowardly, but when a person faces an opponent who is more than twice as strong as themselves, the body's instinctive reaction is to tremble.
He stood opposite Song Chen, took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and assumed a fighting stance.
"Song Chen, please give me your guidance."
Song Chen looked at him, and then he moved.
Without using any martial arts techniques, he simply stepped out with his right foot, leaned forward, clenched his right fist, and threw a punch.
This punch was just a basic punch, but his health was too high. The opponent's defense was like a piece of paper in front of his fist.
The fist stopped three centimeters from the opponent's face.
The force of the punch swept past the opponent's ear, blowing his hair backward.
The burly man froze, his body motionless as if he had been acupunctured.
He saw the punch; he saw the trajectory of Song Chen's punch and the route the fist came from; he even thought he could dodge it.
But when the fist actually came flying at him, his body completely became unresponsive.
Song Chen withdrew his fist and took a step back.
"Next."
The examiner paused for two seconds, then announced: "Number 001, Song Chen, wins, points increased by one hundred."
There was a brief pause in the stands, followed by deafening applause.
In the second match, my opponent was a tall, thin girl who used a sword.
When she stepped onto the field, her face was calm, but her hand holding the sword was trembling slightly.
The girl looked at Song Chen, took a deep breath, and drew her sword.
"Song Chen, I know I can't beat you, but I don't want to give up without even making a move."
Song Chen looked at her and nodded.
The girl moved. Her sword was fast, at least among the top-level among the freshmen. With a flash of light, she stabbed straight at Song Chen's right shoulder.
This sword strike was delivered at a tricky angle and with enough speed that it would be enough to throw the opponent into disarray in any freshman match.
But Song Chen merely turned slightly to the side, the tip of the sword grazing past his combat uniform without even touching the fabric.
He raised his right hand at the same time, and two fingers gripped the sword.
The girl's sword was as if it had been welded to the spot, remaining completely still.
She tried to pull it out twice, but couldn't. She pushed it out twice more, but still couldn't budge it. Her face turned bright red.