If you want to be a real knight, in addition to having more than five times the strength of ordinary people, the most important thing is-grudge!
Only a person who cultivates fighting spirit can be called a true knight.
Grief is the standard to distinguish knights and knight apprentices.
The knight breathing method is a secret technique that can practice fighting qi.
As soon as Julian's words were uttered, the children of the noble family still had nothing to do with them, while the civilian students beamed their eyes with eagerness and eagerness in their eyes.
Breathing courses are generally open to students in the fourth grade, and the price of elective courses is very high, which is simply a luxury for civilian students.
Now that the opportunity to get the inheritance of the knight breathing technique for free in advance is right in front of them, how can they not be excited.
Luciel is also looking forward to it.
"This time in the mid-term assessment, I will get the first place!"
He made up his mind secretly.
Julian quickly announced the start of the assessment.
The content of the assessment is divided into two aspects: strength and swordsmanship. Julian will score points, and the final ranking will be based on comprehensive results.
The first thing to be done is the strength assessment.
Julian took out a half-person-high stone slab with ten gray crystals inlaid on the top of the stone slab.
"The limit that this force plate can withstand is exactly the strength of a knight-level blow.
The two crystals represent the power of an adult man.
Lighting up four crystals is considered qualified..."
Four crystals are almost twice the strength of an adult man, which is almost close to the standard of a third-level apprentice knight, not too harsh.
Anderson immediately took a sip, patted his chest and rejoiced: "Fortunately, fortunately, I have already become a third-level apprentice knight."
Speaking, he looked at Luciel with a slightly sympathetic gaze. Luciel's strength was clear to him, and he should have failed.
"Okay, let's start now.
The first one, Peter Raman. "
Following Julian's majestic voice, a greasy fat man walked out, twisting.
The little fat man is well-dressed, with gem rings on his ten fingers.
He carefully removed all the rings, then punched the force plate.
"Ouch!"
The fist hit the stone slab with a soft muffled noise, and the little fat man screamed immediately.
He retracted his hands as if being electrocuted, the back of his hands was a little red and swollen, and his eyes immediately burst into tears.
"It hurts..."
With his punch, the crystals on the force plate began to light up one by one.
one two Three...
The fourth crystal only lighted up to one-third, and stopped completely.
Julian snorted coldly when he saw it, and said, "Don't fear pain is one of the basic principles of a knight. You can't even do this, even if you have twice the strength of an adult...
Unqualified! "
The little fat man walked down dejectedly.
"Next, Warren!"
The young man who came up this time had a dark complexion and firm eyes. He was obviously a civilian.
He punched hard on the force plate and the stone shook.
Four and a half crystals lit up, which was close to five.
Julian's complexion eased slightly, and he said: "Achievements, good. Next..."
There was also a smile on Warren's face, and he bowed deeply to Julian, and then went on.
Next, young people continued to come forward to test.
Generally speaking, the performance of civilian students is better than that of noble students.
The aristocratic teenagers are delicate and expensive, and are as afraid of the pain of hitting the stone slab as the first little fat man.
At least half of the aristocratic teenagers did not reach the pass mark, and Julian's face became more and more gloomy.
"...Joy!"
Following Julian's roll call, a sturdy, tall young man walked out.
When the teenager walked out, the teenagers in the field immediately made waves of discussions.
"I heard that Joey already possesses the strength of Level 4 Apprentice Knights, at least he can light up five crystals!"
"Joy is usually hardworking and talented, he should be the strongest in our class."
"Hey, it seems that Joey is the number one in this mid-term assessment again."
The tall boy Joey was full of self-confidence, and he respectfully saluted Julian before the test.
Even Julian's eyes softened when he saw Joey, and he nodded slightly, as if encouraging.
"drink!"
Joey gave a low cry and punched hard in the center of the force plate, making a clear muffled sound.
The crystals on the force plate suddenly jumped to more than four, and quickly lit up five, and stopped completely when it reached five and a half.
"Wow!"
There was a sudden sound of exclamation off the court, and many civilian teenagers looked at Joey with admiration in their eyes, as if they regarded him as the goal of their struggle.
The aristocratic teenagers pouted and seemed to be disdainful, but there was still envy and jealousy hidden under their eyes.
Joey's right hand was red and swollen with a fist, and the skin was torn, with blood oozing out.
He didn't care at all, but stood there confidently, with a bit of awe-inspiring look at the audience.
In fact, his performance is indeed a lot better than others.
"Great score!"
Julian's face also showed some appreciation, and his voice was louder when he announced the results.
Joey Zhi went on triumphantly. Not surprisingly, he was already firmly on the throne of strength assessment.
Sure enough, no one did better than Joey. Most of them scored between four and five.
Anderson also went up to test.
This guy even clenched his teeth to light up four crystals, and he passed the grade.
Luciel, who always thought he could only play with women, was quite surprised.
"Next... Luciel Lanster."
Julian paused for a while when he read the name, as if he had heard it some time.
After seeing Luciel's appearance, Julian remembered.
Isn't this the student who used the perfect textbook-like basic swordsmanship in the morning class a few weeks ago and caught his attention? !
I have some savvy and perseverance, but unfortunately my talent foundation is too bad.
Julian shook his head, without paying attention to Luciel, his eyes returned to indifference.
Luciel walked to the force plate, and said silently in his heart: "Help me analyze the most perfect way of exerting force."
"Under analysis..."
"The analysis is successful, the most perfect way to exert force is as follows.."
Luciel immediately appeared in Luciel's mind with a small person composed of light blue light spots. The villain punched his fists again and again, and the strength skills of various parts of the body have been marked by the chip...
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