Chapter 48: Pan Sen Martial Arts School

"A mere country boy with mediocre qualifications is worthy of making friends with Tao Na?!"

The green-robed sorcerer glared and talked to himself.

"What do you mean?"

"Huh? What on earth do you mean?!"

"Are you still hoping that they will develop a love that transcends class, so that the country boy can take advantage of the opportunity to eat the free rice of the eldest daughter of the aristocratic family?"

“Bah!!”

Han Ning slammed the table, stood up suddenly, and gritted his teeth.

"Senior Sister Sora, at your age, you are living like a dog!"

"It's really ridiculous!"

To be honest, Ms. Sora, Allen's recommender.

When they were learning from the same school, he did take good care of him.

However, times have changed.

Now their status is no longer on the same level.

Sora was not aware of the class gap and spoke to him as a senior sister. She was somewhat confused about her own position.

Han Ning simply stopped pretending.

Not to mention Alan, even his mentor Sora was just a mediocre and hopeless outsider.

There is no face at all with him!

"Sora is really getting more and more disappointing. He keeps sending all kinds of garbage to me!"

With contempt and mockery, Han Ning casually put a cross on the letter of recommendation.

Too lazy to talk nonsense, just rejected it directly.

What a country boy! Go back to where you came from.

Goodbye!

…

Ten minutes later.

Alan left the Natural Warlock Tower with the recommendation letter with a red cross on it.

The direction of this interview was completely beyond his expectations.

He didn't even get a real chance to interview before he was kicked out by Han Ning's teaching assistant.

He couldn't figure out how he had offended Han Ning.

To be treated so roughly.

Not even a chance to meet.

However, after thinking about it, it was probably because of his own ogre bloodline that he could not catch the other party's eye.

It was fate, and there was nothing Alan could do about it.

Fortunately, there will be another chance next time.

He decided to try his luck with Panson.

Already been rejected once.

Alan felt very upset and his self-confidence was hit.

Walking on the road, thinking deeply.

Instructor Carter and Mentor Panson are just distant cousins who are not related at all.

No contact for many years.

No matter from which angle you look at it.

Pan Sen had more reason to reject him than Han Ning.

Alan couldn't help feeling uneasy at the thought that he might be rejected again.

It seemed like a bright future.

Now it is dim and I can't see the direction clearly.

I forced myself to cheer up and went to Pansen Martial Arts School.

...and the door was actually closed!

Literally "turned away"!

A group of young men were guarding outside the door, all of them looking dejected.

Alan went forward to take a look.

There was a notice on the door.

…

Notes to candidates:

You can only enter and take the exam if you push open this door with your own strength!

Cheaters will be severely punished!

…

The teenagers who were blocked outside the door.

They didn't have enough strength to push the door open, and they didn't even qualify to take the exam.

Alan went forward and opened the door.

Continue to exert force with both palms.

Crunch——

The heavy door slowly opened.

There is a spring in the door hinge.

No wonder it's so hard to push.

After trying it himself, Alan had a clear idea.

Anyone with a physique below 16 points will never be able to open this door!

For a violent warlock, physique is the foundation of everything.

I'm not strong enough to take this route.

Being directly isolated by this gate is worse than suffering a long pain.

…

Martial arts school courtyard.

It is as spacious as a football field.

The courtyard was full of freshmen holding letters of recommendation.

Waiting to take the test.

Compared with the teenagers outside the door, the candidates in the yard were obviously bigger.

They are all strong and muscular guys!

Alan was not conspicuous among them.

The formal examination is divided into three levels.

Just pass one level and you can get started.

Pass two levels and focus on cultivation.

After passing three levels, Pan Sen accepted him as his personal disciple.

The first level.

The examiner was Pansen's favorite student, Taffman.

A first-tier late-stage violent warlock with Tauren bloodline.

Taffman, who is two meters and two meters tall, is a bald and muscular man.

Wearing only a vest and shorts, revealing a body of muscular body that was the envy of the other boys, he stood barefoot in a circle drawn with chalk.

The radius of the circle is only one meter.

Tufman's feet are so big that her shoes are a size 54!

Standing in such a small circle, if you move your feet a little you will step on the line.

As an examiner, Tafman stood in this circle, defending but not attacking.

Each candidate has three chances to take the test.

With bare hands, you can pass the level by forcing Taffman to step out of the circle or step on the line within three moves!

Sounds simple?

hehe……

When the young and energetic candidates took the test, they were all dumbfounded!

To shake Taffman who has taken root under your feet is as difficult as fighting a brown bear with bare hands!

Several candidates who came on stage one after another, although not as tall as Tafman, were also quite strong.

Launch the offensive with confidence.

They soon realized that punching and kicking were completely useless against Tufman.

As soon as he raised his hand, his intention was seen through.

Tufman calmly raised his palm as big as a palm fan.

With a "paji" sound, the candidate's fancy moves were knocked away.

His feet didn't move at all.

After suffering a loss, the candidate learned a lesson.

Just give up those fancy tricks and push forward!

Tufman nodded and smiled.

First make sure that the candidates have found the correct way to pass the exam.

Then he crossed his arms over his chest and allowed the candidate to push him hard.

He stood firmly in the horse stance, still not moving at all!

Seven candidates have already taken the test.

Five of them used up their three chances and left the examination room in disgrace.

There are only two people, with greater strength and some force-generating techniques.

Finally, on the third try , he pushed Taffman back a step, stepped his heel on the line, and passed the test.

After the game, the two wiped their cold sweat and looked relieved!

The test number Alan drew was eighth.

He watched from the sidelines until it was his turn to play.

Observe the strength confrontation between other candidates and Tufman, and estimate Tufman's physical attributes, which should be no less than 20 points.

Allen's own physical attribute is 18 points.

Among all the candidates, he can rank among the top three.

But there is still a certain gap with Tufman.

What is the approximate extent of the two-point physical difference?

For example.

It's almost the gap between white-collar workers and dock workers.

Can we push Tufman out of the circle by brute force alone?

Alan felt that he was about 50% sure.

Since he has three chances to try, he doesn't need to be in a hurry.

It's Allen's turn.

He tightened his belt and strode up to Taffman.

Slowly raise your arms and push your palms forward.