The Birth of a Seed Candidate?

The degree of muscle contortion is evident in how disrupted the breathing rhythm has become.

A full-force attack, level 15.

This is the definition that Mu Fan gives.

Mu Fan glanced at the expressions of the people around him without showing any emotion. Most of them were indifferent, except for a few who were disdainful. The examiners were also expressionless.

This person's strength should be at the bottom. Mu Fan made this judgment in his mind.

Aside from the fact that candidate number 1 was deliberately showing off, most people were tested simultaneously. Mu Fan noticed that two of the ten people effortlessly generated nearly 3000kg of force, meeting the standard for level 16, and judging from their expressions, they seemed to have plenty of energy left.

Indeed, there are hidden talents among them.

"Candidates numbered 1-10 have passed the strength test. The endurance test will now begin. The Martial Arts Grandmaster will throw a straight punch with a strength standard of level 15. Candidates may defend themselves. Those who are not knocked down will be considered to have passed. If any candidate is knocked down, three masters will be allowed to retest them in turn to ensure fairness."

The ten people lined up in a row. Mu Fan could only see that each of them stood in front of Martial Arts Grandmaster and then made defensive gestures.

"Start!"

"Bang!" As soon as the words were spoken, ten masters threw a punch at the same time. Some stood still and took the punch, while others staggered back a few steps, but no one fell down.

"Numbers 1-10 have passed the endurance test. Numbers 11-20, please enter."

In the 17th round, someone was finally knocked down. All eyes were on the fallen boy, who was thin and his face was flushed, looking at the opposite side with resentment.

"Can student number 176 retake the exam after failing once?"

"Yes!" The man gritted his teeth and stood up.

"Bang!" He fell to the ground.

"Bang!" He fell to the ground again.

"Candidate number 176 has failed. Please leave the room." The lieutenant reappeared with a smile, watching the eliminated candidate.

Mu Fan saw that the person's eyes immediately turned red, indicating that their tolerance level was below 15, which meant they would be disqualified from the exam.

Exams are ruthless. The military's attitude is clear: we only need elites, nothing else.

Just when Mu Fan thought the test would proceed uneventfully, a gasp rang out from the crowd, and many eyes turned to one of the people present.

The punch from the Martial Arts Grandmaster, whose strength was at level 15, was blocked by the man with one arm. The man smiled and held his right hand in front of his chest, steadily blocking the incoming straight punch.

Candidate number 354!

The Four Great Academies observers in the examiner area all took note of the candidate's examination number with great interest and marked it with a circle.

To block it so easily with one hand, he's a promising talent!

"I know this person, Meng Xilong, the son of the 33rd City First District Chief Zicui Star, who can be considered a minor noble."

When Mu Fan heard someone accurately call out the name of the person on stage, he couldn't help but turn around and look.

A young man, surrounded by admirers, stood among them, idly explaining to the person next to him, apparently someone had just asked him a question.

Mu Fan's keen senses revealed that the young man's breathing was not only long but also rhythmically adjusted, as if he were constantly meditating.

"Impressive! "Mu Fan gave this young man a very high evaluation.

Hmm? The young man had very keen senses and looked towards Mu Fan's side, but he only saw a group of examinees craning their necks.

Mu Fan had already silently withdrawn his gaze before the person turned around, demonstrating his keen perception.

There are nearly 800 people present, representing only one-tenth of all test takers. This venue is just one of thirteen special admission sites. This means that if everyone applies to the same university, it means that some test sites will inevitably experience Total Annihilation failure.

With a crack, Mu Fan clenched his fist.

I've got my ticket, now I have to rely on myself for the rest of the journey!

"Numbers 411-420, enter!" The observer recorded the data of number 412, who was at the top of the level 16 strength standard.

"Numbers 561-570, please enter!"

Number 568 is a promising talent, also possessing top-tier level 16 strength stats, and seemingly with untapped potential. The observers present were quite satisfied with the current results, which were much better than expected.

"Numbers 681-690, please enter!"

Mu Fan saw the young man who had just given his comments smile at the people around him and walk onto the stage indifferently. Judging from his age, he seemed to be a year older than himself.

Upon reaching the 2A Grade Strength Testing Instrument, the young man's gaze changed, and his previously nonchalant attitude vanished completely. He placed his left hand on his right arm, assuming an offensive stance.

Whoosh, the muscles in his upper body moved at an unusual angle, and his right fist suddenly struck out like the wind.

Buzz! 4120kg!

Level 18!

The teenagers present all looked at that person with incredulous eyes; the higher the power level, the greater the difficulty.

This is a level 18 being. It is the first being to break through level 17 so far, and it has directly jumped a level.

"Young Master Zhang is Mighty!" It was obvious that there were other candidates who came to take the exam just to make him look good, and this young man was of quite high status.

"Zhang Yuanren." An observer had already retrieved the information for examinee number 683, Zhang Yuanren, from the Zicui Star, who was 19 years and 40 days old. He came from a noble family; his grandfather was Federation Major General, currently stationed at the junction of the Third Administrative District and the adjacent Antennae Galaxy. His father, Zhang Zongyao, was the chairman of the well-known Arabela Weapons Company in the Federation. The Zhang Family was widely involved in the arms industry, and countless military standard mecha weapons were custom-made by Alabella. Zicui Star was the Zhang Family's headquarters.

Zhang Yuanren is the eldest son of the third generation of the Zhang Family and the future heir of the family!

"It was him!? General Zhang even gave a speech at our Dawn Academy before." An observer from the Dawn Military Academy of the First Administrative Region muttered to himself as he looked at the information board.

"We at the Bonar Academy are determined to have this person. We believe our Speaker will not refuse such an outstanding talent. But why is he participating in the Army Reserve Special Recruitment?" The Bonar Academy observer, who had been keeping a low profile, finally spoke up. Although they were both located on the Capital Star of the First Administrative Region, their low-key demeanor was actually quite impressive. The Speaker of the House of Commons also served as the Honorary Dean of the Bonar Academy.

Its weighty significance makes it a powerful weight, enough to make one make a firm decision, no matter where it is placed.

"It must be at the behest of the family. With this honor and their own strength, they can easily rise through the ranks after joining the army," an observer from the Dawn Academy commented.

The remaining two academies remained silent, hoping to secretly try to win over this talent.

All the observers made a heavy triangle mark behind the name Zhang Yuanren, which meant that the academy was paying close attention to him, and it could even be said that they were determined to get him!

The observers finally started to get excited; they never expected to have such a haul on Zicui Star this year!

A teaching assistant from the Dingchuan Academy, who had been secretly watching, hurriedly ran back to the information processing room. His own college's leader wasn't worried at all?! What kind of time was this?

"Instructor Ruan!! My goodness, you're really sitting here so comfortably! A golden seed has been discovered outside! Aren't we going out yet?" The teaching assistant's eyes were red with anxiety.

"How much gold do you have? Level 20? Nobody can resist." Ruan Xiongfeng rubbed his bald head, leisurely sipped a cup of tea that seemed to have been brewed from who-knows-where, and clicked his tongue.

"Those pampered people in the capital really know how to enjoy life; the food is really good."

The teaching assistant stared dumbfounded at the metal box that had been violently pried open beside him, bearing the logo of the capital Bonar Academy, and swallowed hard. "I..."

"No way! I'm waiting for the actual combat phase." Ruan Guangtou interrupted the teaching assistant rudely. "A bunch of cannon fodder are just strong at best, what's there to see! Only those who survive are good soldiers."

"Let me know when the practical exercise starts. You can go now!"

The teaching assistant was kicked out and watched helplessly as the test continued.

"Candidates number 691-700, enter the examination room!" Zhang Yuanren had already returned to the group amidst the admiring gazes of the crowd.

With a shout, Mu Fan rubbed his wrist and looked up at the arena.

Is it finally my turn?

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