Depending on the abilities of different families, the corresponding methods for testing computational power also vary.
For the Shendu Cheng family, who wield gravitational powers, they naturally prepare complex targets for flying objects.
As the targets rose from the other side of the field, Cheng Jinyang was stunned.
Aren't there too many?
Layer upon layer, densely packed, just counting the targets in the first three rows quickly reached nearly a hundred.
Not to mention the targets in the back three rows, which are moving rapidly, clearly intended for him to shoot moving targets.
Even the targets in the last row have absurdly irregular movements, leaving no opportunity to calculate the required lead time.
The noisy sound from the stands erupted again, though Cheng Jinyang couldn't make out what they were saying, he immediately understood.
The Shendu Cheng family was definitely intentionally making things difficult for me!
He was somewhat uncertain, then he saw a steel plate opening at his feet, and a large open iron box rose from the ground.
Inside, there was a dazzling array of various styles of fine iron longswords.
Ah, what am I supposed to do with this?
Before he could even reach for a sword, the broadcast sounded again:
"Computational power, fixed-quality test. Subject: Cheng Jinyang, 18 years and 3 months old!"
As if afraid he would't understand, the broadcast patiently provided guidance:
"You have a hundred flying swords at hand, with a hundred and twenty targets ahead. Passing requires piercing the targets with the swords. Time limit: three minutes. Starting soon!"
Cheng Jinyang cursed inwardly:
What does it mean to shoot a hundred and twenty targets with a hundred flying swords? At least it would take 20 times one to two, right?
However, the countdown had already begun, with only thirty seconds left to start, so he couldn't afford to be distracted and quickly started calculating the mass source of the flying swords in the box, while his gaze was firmly locked on the sea of targets ahead.
"It's better to think positively. At least these targets won't pounce at you like monsters if you miss a shot... Oh well, let's just add more of them."
"Let's consider it practicing iron sliding... No, wait, let's call it practicing iron shooting."
On the sidelines, Elder Xing from the Xing family was surprised when the targets rose up.
He chuckled and stroked his beard, saying, "The Cheng family is really showing their strength this time! They even brought out the Wind and Thunder Fish Dragon Sword Formation."
"The Wind and Thunder Fish Dragon Sword Formation?" Xing Yuanzhi asked in surprise, feeling a bit uneasy.
"It's a sword formation composed of a hundred swords, moving like fish and dragons, sounding like wind and thunder," Elder Xing explained leisurely. "It was invented by Cheng Zhijie back then. I never thought I'd have the honor to witness it today... Even if only half of it is seen, this trip wouldn't have been in vain."
Cheng Zhijie, the first ancestor of the Cheng family in the realm of supernatural bloodlines, theoretically, all universal gravity bloodlines originate from him.
And he's also the only third-grade powerhouse in Cheng family history...
Thinking like this, Xing Yuanzhi couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy.
Seeing Xing Yuanzhi frown with worry, Elder Xing comforted her, saying, "This sword formation was created by Cheng Zhijie when he was at the ninth grade. It might be a bit challenging for commoners who haven't developed their brain domain, but as long as you diligently practice the Iron Shooting algorithm, shooting down half of the targets within three minutes shouldn't be a problem. Since the Cheng family dares to display the Wind and Thunder Fish Dragon Sword Formation, they must have great confidence in him."
"Diligent practice?" Xing Yuanzhi's expression became somewhat odd.
I have to practice with him nearly a hundred times every night! And it's 'make a mistake and die', 'be too slow and die', 'shoot crooked and die', isn't that diligent practice?
On the Wang family's side of the stands, Cui Jinqi also covered her mouth in astonishment. "The Wind and Thunder Fish Dragon Sword Formation?"
"It seems the Shendu Cheng family has quite some confidence in him," Wang Wanrou said gently beside her.
"Sure," Cui Jinqi's eyes flickered mischievously, "Wang Xinzhi, do you want to make a bet on how many targets Cheng Jinyang can hit in the end?"
"I'd rather not bet," Wang Xinzhi refused to give her the chance to tease him, "As for the prediction, I estimate he can hit about eight or nine out of ten."
"Huh?" Cui Jinqi looked puzzled, "Do you think so little of him? Hmph, I bet he can get a perfect score. What do you think, Wanrou?"
Wang Xinzhi shook his head.
He knows Cui Jinqi is prone to lying, so her words has to be interpreted in reverse.
Saying "I think Cheng Jinyang can get a perfect score" meant she didn't have much faith in Cheng Jinyang.
Wang Wanrou's eyes flashed with understanding, and she smiled, "I also think he can get a perfect score."
"Is that so?" Cui Jinqi smiled cunningly, but her mind started to doubt.
Thirty seconds passed in a flash, and the test officially began.
Cheng Jinyang on the field extended his hand, summoning five flying swords in succession, then swiftly shot them towards the target range ahead!
"Is that a function set?!" Someone in the Xing family stand exclaimed.
"No, it's not multiple functions," Xing Shumin said solemnly, "It's just a single function. He adjusts his algorithm too quickly. After applying the algorithm to one sword, he immediately applies it to the next sword, with the time spent adjusting parameters in between so minimal that it looks like he's controlling multiple flying swords simultaneously."
Xing Yuanzhi listened silently beside him, thinking to herself, of course my Jinyang's algorithm adjustment is fast.
Throwing anyone into a dream world filled with monsters, where a miscalculated ability means death, and being too slow also means death, with the pain and fear of death 100% replicated from reality, after slowly grinding for a week, ensures that anyone can deeply engrain the algorithm into their genes, ready to be unleashed with just a twitch.
The five flying swords shot out, instantly piercing through four fixed targets, and incidentally smashing the five moving targets behind them.
"Marvelous!" Wang Xinzhi, unable to contain his excitement, clapped his hands and exclaimed.
Most people, influenced by conventional thinking, would instinctively choose to shoot at the fixed targets in the front row, which is not the most rational choice.
To achieve a perfect score, the ratio of flying swords to targets is not one-to-one, so at least 20 times a double hit on the target is required.
Therefore, rather than aiming at the fixed targets in the front row, it's better to aim at the moving targets in the back from the beginning, in order to hit more double targets as early as possible.
The principle is very simple when stated, but to think of it within 30 seconds is definitely commendable for quick thinking.
Wang Wanrou's reaction was much calmer compared to her brother, with a gentle smile still on her face.
Cui Jinqi, on the other hand, exclaimed in amazement and clapped her hands with a smile as bright as flowers.
The first round of five flying swords pierced through nine targets, yet Cheng Jinyang didn't even look at the results.
At the moment the flying swords left his hand, he activated the algorithm again and pulled out five more flying swords.
Once again, with extremely sharp and precise flight trajectories, he shattered five moving targets and three fixed targets.
"Excellent!"
Cheers erupted from the stands.
As a commoner who had not undergone brain domain development, Cheng Jinyang's efficiency and accuracy with the algorithm could rival those of noble-born children, prompting even these aristocratic elders to praise him.
It's precisely because of such extraordinary commoners that noble families open their doors every year and welcome them to replenish the family's bloodline.
Contrary to the praise from the guests, the attitude of the Shendu Cheng family was more complicated.
Many clan members sat there as if they were statues, observing with a serene expression, seemingly indifferent to Cheng Jinyang's performance on the field.
To outsiders, this attitude of the Shendu Cheng family became evidence of their profound and mysterious nature, as well as their rich heritage.
Regardless of the external reactions—whether it be astonishment, applause, praise, or cheers—Cheng Jinyang on the field remained oblivious, his mind algorithm swiftly operating to summon one flying sword after another.
In his consciousness at this moment, all he saw were densely packed targets ahead!
Although it looked intimidating and terrifying, the actual difficulty of shooting wasn't as great as imagined, because the speed of these moving targets was simply too slow.
Compared to the monstrous demons with starting speeds of over 10 meters per second in nightmares, these targets were like crawling ants, moving slowly and predictably, with suddenly rushing towards you ferociously...
Let alone 120, I could hit 1200 without missing!
After continuously shooting out 20 flying swords, probably feeling that the efficiency of firing 5 shots per round was too slow, Cheng Jinyang simply waved his hand, and 10 flying swords shot up from the box, with the swords at the back not yet leaving the box while the ones in front couldn't wait to be shot out.
Countless cold iron sword lights formed a straight line in the air, like a group of fish leaping out of the water, with a sound like the howling wind and roaring thunder!
Haha! This is my secret technique, the Maxim machine gun flow.
Continuous shooting of iron swords!