At half past nine, a familiar figure appeared on the podium.

Teacher Geng from the Logistics Department coughed, adjusted the microphone, and said slowly: "Dear students, you are all new martial arts masters who have just stepped into the Imperial Martial Arts."

Perhaps realizing that he had missed something, Teacher Geng added: "Are there any students who have applied for a double major in civil and martial arts in the liberal arts department?"

When he asked the question, his eyes were already searching the crowd of more than 2,000 people, like a hunting eagle. Soon, he saw Qin Mo, who was standing in the crowd with surging energy and was more eye-catching than his blood.

The other new martial arts students also noticed that there were actually literary masters coming to take the new martial arts assessment.

"It's him, Qin Mo."

"This guy, if I remember correctly, seemed to belittle us freshmen at yesterday's freshman assembly."

"He should be targeting the writers, who work together to earn merit points."

Some martial arts masters who were close to Qin Mo stared at him and whispered.

Qin Mo smiled wholeheartedly and didn't care about people's comments on him. He really wanted to say that he was not targeting anyone. Everyone here is rubbish. He was afraid that he would be beaten if he was too pretentious, so he had to take it one step at a time.

On the steps of the auditorium, those who were most surprised that Qin Mo dared to come to take the martial arts freshman assessment the next day were the members of the literary club.

"This guy really wants merit points at the expense of his life. If I remember correctly in yesterday's assessment, he got nearly 800 merit points, right?"

"Do you think his meritorious service is too little? Besides, his blood seems to be of the first grade. Among all the freshmen, he is also above average. If he is not afraid of being beaten, he can defeat several students."

"That also depends on luck. If you encounter a first-grade martial artist in the first round, or a stronger fake first-grade martial artist, you will probably be beaten badly."

Master Wen, whose talents gathered together to form a lotus flower, smacked his lips and said, obviously he was a literary master who didn't want to see Qin Mo.

In martial arts groups.

When Fang Youdao saw Qin Mo coming, he had a serious expression on his face. Fang Youdao was not surprised that Qin Mo could come. Hearing the speculations and discussions of the old students around him, Fang Youdao cursed inwardly that he was stupid.

Humph, you all think Qin Mo came to be beaten?

ignorance.

Qin Mo, a man, has long begun to use demon crystals to assist his cultivation, transporting vitality and tempering his body.

Although Fang Youdao is not sure how far he has gone in tempering his physical body, he is estimated to be much stronger than the ordinary pseudo-first-level warriors. As long as he does not encounter those first-level martial masters, he may hope to earn more merit points.

No matter how bad it is, it won't be a big problem if we pick out a few students.

Apart from Fang Youdao, the second thing that was not surprising about Qin Mo's appearance was that the building that used to pick up Qin Mo at the station was completed.

Lou Jiancheng didn't come yesterday. He wasn't interested in watching the excitement of the examination for freshmen in the literature department. He came here today just to see Qin Mo's strength. But he knew that Qin Mo Qian defeated a first-grade cult martial artist.

"Qin Mo is here too." The braided girl and Tian Tian also saw Qin Mo in the crowd. Tian Tian said happily: "It would be great if senior Pu Shanhai was here."

"..."

Teacher Geng was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting Qin Mo's appearance.

You got most of the merit points from yesterday's freshmen examination of the liberal arts class. You have more merit points than the top twenty freshmen. Today, you have to take the freshmen examination of the martial arts class?

Full of questions.

Doubts are doubts, and incomprehensions are incomprehensible. Teacher Geng paused for a moment and then continued: "Martial arts masters are no better than literary masters."

"As a literary teacher, you can slowly cultivate your literary mind, accumulate your talents, and have plenty of time to read famous works and recite ancient classics."

"But martial arts masters are not good at it. The golden period of cultivation for a martial master is only ten or twenty years. Once the time passes, there is no breakthrough and nothing is done. When the energy and blood decline, the whole life will be useless."

Teacher Geng's tone suddenly became serious: "Therefore, the Imperial Martial Arts Academy has only one strategy for treating martial arts masters, and that is the law of the jungle and the survival of the fittest. For Imperial Martial Arts students, every second counts for time and every resource counts."

"If you don't fight, you won't have resources for cultivation. What you're fighting for is resources and the future."

"To tell you the truth, most of the Imperial Martial Arts students can become first-grade martial artists, and a few can become second-grade martial artists. As for third-grade martial artists, the number is less than one-tenth, and fourth-grade martial artists are even less."

"Does a first-grade or second-grade martial artist deserve to be only a first-grade or second-grade martial artist? Not talented enough?"

"No, first- and second-grade martial arts masters can also become third-grade and fourth-grade martial arts masters. The reason is that you don't have the heart to compete with each other. Imperial martial arts training resources are also limited. Only martial arts masters who work harder can have more resources."

"Today's freshman assessment is the first time you compete for training resources."

There was silence and silence everywhere.

Teacher Geng saw that the time was almost up, so he began to introduce the rules for the martial arts assessment for new students: "On the playground, there are ten small competition stages built with steel plates. The martial arts assessment is very simple. In the assessment, the new students have to defeat a person with a physique below 90.

A new student can get 3 merit points. If you defeat a fake first-grade freshman, you can get 10 merit points. If you defeat a first-grade martial artist, you can get 100 merit points."

"No weapons are allowed to be used in the assessment, and no elemental skills are allowed to be used in attacks."

"The ways to win include the opponent being unable to fight back, taking the initiative to admit defeat, and being knocked off the stage."

The rules for the freshman assessment are very simple.

However, there were several rules that caught Qin Mo's attention, and the school did not explain them in depth. Weapons and Yuan skills were not allowed to be used.

Qin Mo thought for a while and quickly guessed that the weapons and Yuan skills were too lethal. They were all freshmen and lacked combat experience. The school was probably afraid that they could not control the freshmen well and could easily kill people.

This is just an examination for freshmen, not an important martial arts battle. It is to see clearly the strength of the students, not to let the students fight to the death.

Later, Qin Mo thought of merit points again, and defeated a person with a physique of less than 90 with 3 merit points, a fake first-level martial artist with 10 points, and a first-level martial artist with 100 points.

There are a total of 5 first-grade martial arts masters.

Qin Mo licked his lips, should he choose a first-grade martial artist directly?

After thinking about it carefully, Qin Mo decided to give up the idea. He had to eat his meal one bite at a time and walk step by step. There was no guarantee that there would be people who had tempered their bodies. Even if there weren't, if he singled out a first-grade martial artist, the other freshmen would look at it.

, I probably won’t look for him again.

"Now, I announce that the examination for martial arts new students will begin."

As soon as he finished speaking, a low melody sounded like a war drum from the playground announcement.

Chinese national laws.

When everyone heard this, they felt their blood boiling with excitement and fighting spirit.

On the playground, the fighting stage made of ten steel plates has been laid out long ago.

However, among the more than two thousand new martial arts masters, no one made a move first.

"Is no one moving?"

"Those five new first-grade martial arts masters didn't come on stage either."

"Although it doesn't make any difference whether they come on stage one after another, it's better to be cautious and see who comes on stage first."

On the stone steps of the auditorium, the onlookers were lying half-lying one by one, with their main eyes focused on the five new first-class martial arts masters.

However, none of the five people moved.

"Well, someone is on stage...it's Qin Mo." At this moment, a figure flashed, and Qin Mo's figure stood proudly on the No. 1 competition stage.
Chapter completed!