Mock Exam 3

Chen Mo took a deep breath and walked into the testing area. After standing still, he closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing. His high Mental Strength played a role here—even with his eyes closed, he had a clear perception of his surroundings through the subtle changes in airflow and the sounds of the machines operating.

"Test begin!"

The first wave consisted of two small balls shot from the left and right simultaneously. Chen Mo sidestepped, swatting the right ball away with his left palm and the left ball away with his right elbow, his movements clean and efficient.

The proficiency of [Body Tempering Fist Lv.3] gave him far greater control over his body than before, with every movement precise and accurate.

The balls grew faster and more numerous. Chen Mo's perception expanded fully, and the thought acceleration effect of his high Mental Strength became apparent—in his eyes, the trajectory of the balls seemed to become clearly discernible.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

Three balls shot towards him in a triangular formation. Chen Mo shifted his stance, his body sliding like a fish, his fists and feet moving in unison, knocking them all away.

At 20 seconds, he had already knocked away 21 balls without being hit once. Some people in the audience area began to notice this usually unremarkable student.

At 25 seconds, the speed increased to 28 meters per second. Five balls shot from different directions simultaneously! Chen Mo twisted his body to the limit, knocking away four, but the fifth grazed his ribs as it flew past—counting as a hit.

In the final 5 seconds, the speed reached its peak at 30 meters per second. Chen Mo was fully focused; the stable lower body provided by [Black Tiger Stance Lv.3] allowed him to rapidly adjust his center of gravity within a very small range.

"Time's up!"

Chen Mo stopped moving, breathing slightly heavily.

"Knocked away 23, hit 1 time, score: 68 points."

This result was second only to Li Haoran and Zhao Peng in Class Seven, and it ranked in the upper-middle tier for the entire grade. The proctor glanced at Chen Mo a few more times, writing something on the record sheet.

"Brother Mo, you were amazing!" Zhang Shun said excitedly, "Those moves just now were so cool!"

Chen Mo smiled, saying nothing. He noticed his shortcomings—in the final stage, when the attack density and speed reached their limits, his physical reaction still lagged a bit behind his perception.

Song Yunliang's reaction test, however, astonished the entire audience.

When he stepped into the testing area, his entire demeanor changed. As the balls shot towards him, he barely needed to move significantly; a slight sidestep, a tilt of his head, a raise of his hand, and he could accurately knock the balls away.

Even more surprisingly, when six balls were shot from different angles simultaneously, Song Yunliang used both fists and feet, managing to knock them all away!

"Knocked away 29, hit 1 time, score: 96 points!"

"Too strong! That reaction speed is practically monstrous!"

"I heard he's been trained by his Martial Artist parents since he was young; his reaction nerves were already honed."

"What a shame about his academic performance..."

Chen Mo carefully observed Song Yunliang's movements, noticing his unique way of generating force. It seemed each strike carried a distinct rhythm, likely a characteristic of his family's martial arts techniques.

In the most anticipated combat test area, the atmosphere was tense. Each platform held a dark iron puppet, with a number displayed on its chest: 100.

After the proctor explained the rules in detail, the test officially began.

The performance of the first batch of students was largely unsatisfactory. Facing iron puppets with a Qi and Blood Value of 100 points, attacking with Body Tempering Fist techniques at the Perfection level, most students could only last 30-60 seconds, dealing with ten to twenty moves, scoring between 40-80 points.

When Li Haoran entered the stage, his performance was quite steady. He clearly had a deep understanding of Body Tempering Fist, able to anticipate some of the puppet's moves and neutralize attacks with skillful force.

At 1 minute and 35 seconds, he lasted 65 seconds, dealing with 31 moves, and was eventually hit in the abdomen by a [Black Tiger Steals Heart], collapsing and conceding.

Score: 95×0.5 + 38×2 = 32.5 + 62 = 123.5 points.

"A good result!" the proctor nodded.

Zhao Peng was slightly inferior, lasting 1 minute and 27 seconds, dealing with 36 moves, scoring 115.5 points.

When it was Chen Mo's turn, he walked onto the platform and stood opposite the iron puppet. He adjusted his breathing and assumed the starting stance of the Black Tiger Stance—though not a combat stance, it allowed him to enter the zone fastest.

The iron puppet's red light illuminated.

"Test begin!"

The iron puppet moved, launching a [Fierce Tiger Descends Mountain] straight towards his face! Chen Mo sidestepped to evade, not meeting it head-on.

The proficiency of [Body Tempering Fist Lv.3] gave him an instinctive familiarity with the puppet's moves. When the puppet changed tactics, Chen Mo could often anticipate it beforehand.

But the Perfection-level Body Tempering Fist was not easily countered. The puppet's offense was like a storm, one move after another. Chen Mo relied entirely on the perception and prediction brought by his high Mental Strength, along with the foundation of stance training he had diligently practiced, to barely hold on.

At 30 seconds, sweat beaded on Chen Mo's forehead. He attempted to counterattack, but his fists struck the puppet like hitting steel plates.

At 45 seconds, Chen Mo was hit by a [Fierce Tiger Swishes Tail] on his side, staggering a few steps. The intense pain made his vision go black.

Can't fall... He gritted his teeth and stabilized himself. The steady lower body provided by the Black Tiger Stance played a crucial role at this moment.

At 50 seconds, Chen Mo was already panting. His clothes were soaked with sweat, and pain emanated from multiple parts of his body. But he persisted, his mind racing, analyzing the puppet's attack patterns.

At 1 minute, Chen Mo discovered a pattern—although the puppet's moves were varied, there was a brief rhythmic change roughly every ten moves. This discovery allowed him to last another dozen seconds.

At 1 minute and 10 seconds, Chen Mo's stamina was nearing its limit. A [Black Tiger Steals Heart] aimed directly at his chest; he managed a weak block, but the immense force sent him staggering backward.

For the next move, Chen Mo no longer had the strength to dodge and was hit by a sweeping leg kick to his supporting leg, sending him crashing to the ground.

"5, 4, 3..." the proctor began counting down.

Chen Mo struggled to stand up, but the pain in his leg was severe, making it impossible to exert force.

"...2, 1. Test concluded."

Chen Mo lay on the platform, gasping for air.

"Duration: 88 seconds, effective moves countered: 32, score: 88×0.5 + 32×2 = 44 + 64 = 108 points."

The audience area erupted in discussion.

"108 points? Chen Mo has improved so much!"

"Didn't he only score in the 80s on the last mock test?"

"Looks like he's really had an Enlightenment."

Chen Mo struggled to stand up and limped off the stage. Zhang Shun quickly supported him, "Brother Mo, 108 points! That makes us third in the class right now!"

Chen Mo smiled wryly and shook his head. He knew this score was decent for Sixth Middle School, but compared to the entire city, it was only upper-middle.

Next to take the stage was Xu Yunjing. As one of Sixth Middle School's recognized Martial Arts prodigies, her performance was highly anticipated.

Xu Yunjing stepped onto the stage with a calm expression. Once the test began, her performance was indeed extraordinary—facing the iron puppet's attacks, she held her own, exchanging blows!

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