Final priesthood

Three men and one woman passed by four people along the way.

He walked over to the boxing machine.

The overall difference between this boxing machine and the boxing pile used for fighting training is that it is much larger and more substantial.

There is a display screen installed behind the machine, and the number on the screen is 122.23kg.

I don’t know if the group of men and women in front forgot to clear it, or if they left it on purpose.

"One-stage boxing strength standard: 60kg

Second level boxing strength standard: 80kg

Three-level boxing strength standard: 100kg

Fourth level boxing strength standard: 120kg

..."

Next to the boxing power machine is a table of standard values ​​of boxing power corresponding to the martial arts level.

It was the same as what Lu Yuan had found online, except that the word "amateur" was removed from the front.

It is probably to look good and also serve as a disguised motivational effect.

"One hundred, one hundred shouldn't be difficult..."

One hundred kilograms of boxing strength is the minimum standard for passing the official disciple test of Yuanwu Hall.

This is also the basic goal Lu Yuan set for himself.

Get into a stance in front of the boxing machine.

Staring at the groove in the center of the boxing machine, Lu Yuan's eyes gradually became sharp.

Take a deep breath.

Following the most suitable movements in basic boxing techniques, Lu Yuan punched hard.

"boom!"

The boxing machine made a muffled sound and remained motionless. Its overall structure has extremely strong shock absorption and sound-absorbing effects.

Lu Yuan raised his head to look at the rapidly beating numbers on the display screen behind the machine.

When the first word "1" came out, his heart was completely relaxed.

It must be over 100.

Soon the complete number popped up - 173.56kg!

More than one hundred and seventy kilograms!

Lu Yuan's heart was slightly shaken, but he soon calmed down again.

An unexpected but reasonable number.

After all, his strength attribute is two full points higher than the average person, and his bench press easily exceeds 130 kilograms.

Lu Yuan thought for a while and tried two more punches.

The result was 168.33kg once and 162.76kg once.

Lower every time.

Sure enough, the first punch was in the best shape.

“I had just trained for more than an hour before the test, which was a lot of physical exertion.

Injuries to the ribs and back also had some impact.

If it were in perfect condition, it would probably be able to stabilize at one hundred and seventeen..."

The standard boxing strength of a sixth-dan amateur martial artist is one hundred and seventy kilograms!

In other words, he has reached the sixth-dan level now?

Even if it was the punch power value that he punched with his own hands, Lu Yuan still felt a little incredible when the facts were right in front of him.

"Go back and check the specific assessment standards for amateur six-dan, as well as benefits and so on."

"Now, let's pass the formal disciple examination first!"

After a brief excitement, Lu Yuan calmed down.

Without wasting any time, after clearing the values ​​on the boxing machine, he quickly walked out of the training room.

At this time, there was still more than half an hour before the martial arts gym staff got off work at 11 noon, so he had to hurry up and get things done.

.........

“I will go to the Wushu Association next week to get my fourth-dan certificate.

When I see the guy named Lei again, I will throw the certificate directly in his face to see if he dares to be crazy in front of me in the future! "

"Mingyu is awesome! People named Lei probably don't even have second-dan certificates now. Your four-dan certificate is enough to make him kneel down and call daddy."

“The dynamometer in the martial arts hall is different from the dynamometer in the martial arts association, and the measured results may be biased.

To be on the safe side, you should practice more and try to pass it once.

You have to wait several days to register once. "

"Don't worry, can I not think of this?"

The short-haired young man who had just finished testing his boxing strength and seemed to be in a good mood smiled and replied casually: "In the past few days, I have focused on strengthening the three strength trainings, and my boxing strength will probably increase a little more.

When the time comes, as long as I perform stably...that little numerical deviation won't affect me. "

As he spoke, the short-haired young man walked to the bench press stand and lay down.

Hold the barbell on the rack with both hands and start to exert force...

The barbell on the rack didn't move at all.

"Um?"

The short-haired young man was stunned for a moment, stood up and checked the weight of the barbell, and quickly shouted: "Who increased it to one hundred and three for me?"

They were the only ones in the training room this morning.

He had previously adjusted this bench press to eighty, but now it was set to one hundred and thirty.

The companions spread their hands and shook their heads, all innocently indicating that they were not responsible.

"You still have to ask me to adjust it again..."

The short-haired young man frowned dissatisfied.

But this was not a big deal, and it was over with a few words.

But at this time, the girl among the people said: "It must be the person who came in when we were playing on the boxing machine just now.

I just saw him practicing here for a long time..."

"That student?"

The short-haired young man thought for a moment and found that he did have an impression.

A tall, thin student boy, wearing the martial arts uniform of a junior student, with a pretty face.

"right."

The girl pointed to the position of the boxing machine and said in a positive tone: "Looking at us from behind, he ran to play with the boxing machine."

"Then it's probably him..."

The short-haired young man nodded and began to adjust the weight without saying anything else.

He took off the extra barbell plates from the rack one by one, muttering as he unloaded them: "There's something wrong, they're so heavy...can you push them..."

Wait, that doesn’t seem right!

The short-haired young man suddenly stopped and looked at the barbell in his hand, thinking of a possibility.

"How is it possible? Impossible..."

This speculation was immediately rejected by him as soon as it came up.

He continued to unload the barbell, but he seemed a little absent-minded, his eyes flashing as if he had been thinking about something.

After the last barbell plate was removed, the short-haired young man lay back on the bench press rack.

After trying to push the eighty kilogram weight twice, the short-haired young man suddenly stopped and stood up from the shelf with a snap.

"I'm really crazy, how is this possible?!"

As he said this, he quickly walked towards the boxing machine.

"Mingyu, what are you doing? Are you still taking a test?"

His companion shouted at him, but the short-haired young man turned a deaf ear.

He quickly walked to the boxing machine, glanced at the display screen, and was not surprised to see the zero reset screen.

Just reach out and click a few quick times on the screen.

"View....historical data...."

When several numerical values ​​finally popped up in front of the short-haired young man.

The short-haired young man's pupils suddenly shrank, and his whole body was shaken violently, as if someone had punched him in the face.

He stared at the data above without blinking.

A long while.

Only then did a curse word slowly burst out from his mouth.

"I...fuck!"

...........

"After filling out the application form, go to your instructor to sign it. After returning it to us, we will arrange an assessment for you within a week..."

At the front desk of the martial arts hall, the same girl who led Lu Yuan before was patiently explaining to him the process of applying for the official disciple assessment.

Lu Yuan had filled out half of the form and immediately stopped writing when he heard this.

As if doubting whether he heard correctly.

"Still have to find the coach to sign? Do we have to wait another week?"

"Yes."

The girl nodded and explained: "The process is like this. You must get the coach's approval before the assessment. The coach thinks you have the strength to take the assessment before you can apply.

Moreover, this assessment cannot be held specifically for just one person. It is done in batches every week and is arranged by the martial arts school..."

"All right."

Lu Yuan was suddenly a little discouraged. The enthusiasm that had just been tested in his heart seemed to be extinguished by a basin of cold water.

Unfortunately, he originally thought he could get everything done in one day.

I didn't expect to have to wait another week.

Okay, just one week.

Lu Yuan swishly filled out the application form in his hand. After confirming that it was correct, the girl in charge of the reception reminded him thoughtfully.

"There's still some time before I get off work at noon, so hurry up and go find your coach to sign.

Submit the form before get off work so you don't have to make another trip in the afternoon. "