Chapter 63 Monthly Assessment

Summer is very hot and beautiful...

In the morning, the flowers and branches look refreshed and emit a refreshing fragrance under the moisture of dew. The birds jumped on the branches and chattered, and the morning sun put a golden dress on the earth of the city of the sky. There is a beautiful mountain forest in the east of the imperial capital, where the world-famous college is located. If you walk in the mountain forest, you will feel refreshed and refreshed.

However, today's morning, there are fewer students studying in the forest, and there is no figure of mountaineering training, because today is the 27th day of the college, and the monthly assessment is coming...

Lance came to the college and went to the locker room to change his clothes as usual. After coming out, what I saw was not as usual. The bookish scene of the students walking around the campus holding books has disappeared, and it is replaced by seriousness and tension. The students are full of energy and stable breath. Obviously, they are all doing their best for this first monthly assessment...

Class 2 of the Martial Arts Department. After Lance entered the door, he found that most of the students in the class had arrived, and they were all sitting upright. Not only because of the solemn atmosphere in the college and their own nervousness today, but also because of the two people in tutor costumes standing on the podium in the class. One of them is naturally the Yarus tutor of Class 2 of the martial arts department, but today he has a serious expression and no words, just stands with his hands; next to him stands another middle-aged man in the tutor's costume, with a long breath...

Lance sat down and only looked at the person standing next to Yarus's mentor, and felt that the strength of the other party was absolutely not simple, and there was a faint feeling that he would compare with Arus next to him. Is it the tutor sent by the college for supervision for the sake of fairness...'

I was thinking about it, but I found that the person on the right was looking at me. He turned his head and found that it was Becky who was looking at him. At this time, seeing that Lance finally reacted, Betsy's little nose wrinkled, as if she was dissatisfied with him for a long time, and then blinked at Lance.

Naturally, Lance didn't understand that Betsy's actions were actually asking him how he was preparing today, but two men on the stage were standing on the stage to release their bastard's anger. He was not easy to ask, so he had to smile at Betsy in response...

During this period, all the students in the class finally arrived. They were already nervous because they came late, and now they are even more afraid to look at the two tutors on the stage.

"Cough!" Seeing that the people in the class arrived, Yarus tutor took a step forward, coughed to attract everyone's attention, and then said, "Today is the day of the college's monthly assessment. I have worked hard for nearly a month, and now it's time to test everyone's learning results! It can be seen that everyone has adjusted their spirit and state very well, which is very good. Let's perform well later.

Then he paused, nodded to the middle-aged tutor beside him, and continued, "The one beside me is Mr. David, the master tutor of the college. Today's assessment will be supervised by me!" After saying that, he staggered one step and gave the podium to the people beside him.

Hearing Arus introduce that the middle-aged man beside him was actually the big tutor of the college, the students in the class took a breath of cold air. No wonder the other party stood there and felt majestic. However, even if they were shocked and inhaled, the students did not dare to make too much noise.

' turned out to be a great tutor...' Lance thought to himself: The great tutor of the college is a person who has reached the realm of a great practitioner. From the teacher's pressure and the posture of walking like a tiger, it can be seen that he must be a great swordsman among the great practitioners. It's just that Lance is a little curious. The monthly assessment is aimed at eight classes of the martial arts department, which has nothing to do with the Ministry of Magic and the political department. However, a great swordsman was sent to supervise the assessment in his class, so what about the other seven classes? You know, even if this is in the college, there are only five people in the realm of the great swordsman...

"All the students!" David's majestic voice sounded... "Now it's up to me to announce the rules of the exam and the relevant precautions. First of all, the assessment site is set on the training ground. The college has arranged eight competitive arenas, and we will go there to start the assessment later. The assessment chooses a one-to-one elimination system, and the opponent draws lots to decide; the martial arts mode is divided into two types: empty-handed and weapons. Players can negotiate which mode to choose before the competition. If the two have their own opinions, it is determined by drawing lots. There are three ways to determine victory or defeat: First, one of them surrenders and admit defeat. 2. One of them fell to the ground; 3. One of them was out of the ring; because it was a test between students, remember not to hurt people's lives. If one party has surrendered and admitted defeat, the other party will still attack, and the invigilator will stop it and revoke its qualification.

After speaking, David's tutor scanned the whole class and asked, "Do you have any questions?"

"No!" Answer in unison.

"Okay, let's start drawing lots now." After saying that, he and his mentor Yarus brought up an opaque box from under the podium and opened the lid. Forty notes have been written in the box, and the numbers between 1-40 have been folded. Now you come up and draw lots in turn. Everyone keeps the numbers they draw and cannot be replaced or lost. Once found, they will be disqualified from the exam..."

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College, training ground... Unlike in the past, there are no sweaty and hard-trained students here today; and there are no stone bells and samurai swords everywhere. Instead, there are eight more tables, which must be made by the staff of the college yesterday.

In the eight classes of the martial arts department, the students and tutors have come to the training ground at this time, but more than 300 people stand here, but not noisy, but a little quiet, showing that the tutors are well taught and the students are well trained. There are also many students around the training ground, including political colleges and some seniors...

At this time, mentor Yarus and David also led the team to the front of the No. 2 ring...

Lance's eyes glanced at the other teams. Just now, he was still confused about why his class sent the master tutor of the college. At this time, he finally figured it out. There were indeed only five great swordsmen in the college, and Lance saw several of them in the costumes of big tutors in other classes. In the other three classes, three old men in the Bailan tutor's costume, holding a magic wand and wearing a high hat... 'So it is... Sure enough, each class has sent a big tutor to supervise. Five great swordsmen, and this three are undoubtedly great magicians.' Lance sighed in his heart that the college was deeply rich, and eight great practitioners were sent to supervise the assessment alone.

Thinking about it, the mentor Yarus and David also started their work. There is a judge's table next to the assessment table. The two of them moved a cardboard box under the table to the table. It has been clearly introduced when drawing lots just now. The students draw lots first, and then each person keeps their own numbers and cannot be exchanged. At this time, the Yarus tutor and David mentor drew lots together. The two of them drew one before each round, and then the two reported the number in their hands, and the two students holding the number fought against each other, which was the most fair.

At this time, an old man who presided over the meeting walked up on the high platform on the front of the training ground.

"Look, it's the vice president." The students watching the test on the periphery said.

"Ah, will he host it himself today..."

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"Well, I won't say more about the students of the eight classes of the martial arts department this year. Let's start the monthly assessment!" The old man slowly walked up the stage, but only said such a sentence, waved his hand, and slowly walked down the steps. However, no one dared to talk about his disgoneness, including the tutors. When the tutors of each class heard the vice president's words, they quickly began to open the boxes on the table...

"No. 3, No. 11!" Instructor Yarus and David looked at the note in their hands and then shouted.

Two boys came out of the team and came to the entrance of the ring, where there was a weapon rack.

"Choose weapons or empty-handed?" David's tutor asked.

"empty-handed" "empty-handed." Two students said at the same time.

"Okay, enter!"

The two boys came to the center of the martial arts arena, saluted each other, and then stepped back a few steps to put on their own posture.

One of them is a noble son from the central hub of the empire, Storm City, and the other is an ordinary but calm civilian student.

Lance carefully watched the movements of the two and judged the outcome of the battle between them. While he was thinking about it, the two sides in the ring were already fighting.

"Drink!" The common teenager's fists surged and displayed a series of tight battle fists like an aristocratic teenager launching a fierce attack.

"Bum!" Bang!" Bang!" ... fists and feet... The noble teenager from Storm City punched each other a few times at the beginning, and then stepped back with a pale face.

He narrowed his eyes, but he didn't expect that his fighting strength was almost the same as that of the other party, but the other party's muscles and bones were obviously extremely solid, and his fists were shocked by a few punches.

The noble teenager began to fight. Although the opponent's attack was very direct and heroic, it can be seen that he has not received much martial arts training since childhood, and his body and footwork are worse than that of the noble teenager.

"Datch is going to lose..." Looking at the somewhat embarrassed noble teenager of Storm City who was constantly dodging being chased, some people under the stage talked about it.

"Well, yes, after all, I come from aristocracy, and my usual training is not hard enough..."

Lance shook his head when he heard the comments of the people in front of him. Although the aristocratic teenager Daqi seems to be dodging, he does not consume much fighting spirit. On the contrary, the attacker's blindly attack is full of vigor, but I'm afraid that there is no way to take down the opponent in a short period of time. In this way, once the fighting spirit is consumed, it will be defeated...

However, the situation seems to be more different than Lance expected. The noble teenager Dach flashed a blow and suddenly found an opportunity to take advantage of it. With a big shout, his whole body broke out violently, and the surge of an instant actually flushed up his hair...

This is the fighting qi method that he used inherited from his family, which can improve his combat effectiveness in an instant after operation. Ah!" Daqi shouted fiercely, and his fighting fists rushed straight at the other side.

The civilians found something wrong and hurriedly turned around. At this time, it was too late to avoid it, so he had to raise his hands to take it...