The rotating platform started to spin again. This time, it was obvious that someone was playing tricks behind the scenes. The rotating speed was much faster than before, and all the scabbards were spinning so fast that they almost turned into a disc.
Ding Meng did not even look at the rotating platform. He opened his left palm and tossed the four scabbards into the air. Then, his right index finger quickly tapped four times in the air.
With a click, the four scabbards actually stopped the rotating machine at the same time.
It was obvious that all four scabbards had hit the mark. However, when everyone took a closer look, the electronic screen showed a merciless score: 22450 points.
The big man's smile instantly froze. His mouth slowly opened into an "O" shape. The surrounding people were also dumbfounded. What the f * ck was going on?
With 22,000 points, the average score for each slash was more than 5,000 points. Compared to 5,000 points, 1,600 points was really nothing. Those who knew martial arts would know that this was no longer a difference in points, but a difference of at least four great realms in martial arts.
The big man stood there, dumbfounded. The highest record of the Long Voyage League was 3989 points per scabbard. However, not only did the person in front of him score 5500 points per scabbard, he even used four scabbards at the same time. The most infuriating thing was that he used his fingers to flick the scabbards. He did not even look at the direction.
Do you still want me to live?
The big man came to his senses and was about to approach Ding Meng. However, someone else walked out from the crowd and looked at Ding Meng with contempt. "These are all children's games. Are you interested in playing something more aggressive?"
This person was also tall and strong. He was wearing a set of training clothes. When he walked out, the people on both sides automatically made way for him. It seemed that he was one of the more powerful people in this place. Ding Meng slightly sensed that this big man in training clothes should be a War Venerable from the Thermodynamics Department.
"What kind of aggressive?" Ding Meng asked.
The man in training clothes proudly pointed not far away. "Try this one!"
Ding Meng looked in the direction of his finger and saw a row of punching machines in the corner of the west wall. He had seen this type of punching machine before. It was the same type of machine that he had seen in the Lissten Academy. It was similar to a treadmill. A person stood on the treadmill and faced a leather target directly in front of him.
The design of this machine was relatively simple, and it was usually used by beginners. Logically speaking, with the reputation of the six major sects, the equipment they usually used shouldn't be so shabby. Presumably, the Long Voyage Alliance concentrated all their resources on research and development, and didn't invest much in the cultivation of origin ability users.
"We are all psionicists, and this place is too narrow. Using psionic energy will easily affect the surroundings. Let's stick to the old rules. What do you think of pure strength?"
Ding Meng nodded. "That's true."
He stretched out his hand and said, "Alright, I'll let you have it. You're a guest, so you go first."
Ding Meng waved his hand and said, "No, you go first. The guest will follow the host."
The man in training clothes was secretly delighted. This kid was a bit naïve and didn't understand the routine. If he let him go first, he would definitely not be able to surpass him.
He slowly walked onto the machine and stood in place, not in a hurry to make a move. However, those who were observant could see that the veins on his arm were already bulging. Obviously, he was secretly accumulating strength.
A moment later, the man in training clothes suddenly took a lunge and threw a straight punch with a bang.
Ding ding ding ding ding ding — — —
The score counter under the target rang for a full ten seconds before it stopped. The punch produced a complete score of 20,000 points!
The people around began to cheer again, but Ding Meng frowned.
The man in training clothes didn't show any complacency. He said very calmly, "If your punch can surpass my strength, then I lose."
Ding Meng sighed. "I can't."
Everyone was stunned. They didn't understand why this kid was scared this time.
Actually, others didn't know the trick behind this, but Ding Meng was very clear about it. This kind of machine was usually used by students to practice. Because the students were all origin ability users, the degree of body tempering was still in the early stages. How could there be any explosive force with just the strength of their hands?
Therefore, the highest score that the bull skin target could bear was around 20000 points. In other words, the impact force of a single punch was around 40000 pounds. What kind of concept was this?
Even the large devouring monsters on Planet Madison would be sent flying dozens of meters away by this punch. Moreover, it was the kind of punch that could seriously injure them.
Thinking back to when Ding Meng was in the dojo of the Norse Empire, he could only get around 400 points after using his origin ability. Just by relying on pure strength, a beginner war elder was exactly this score. In other words, the training clothes could already give the highest score. If he used more strength, the machine would malfunction.
However, the training clothes were also praiseworthy. To be able to get such a high score with pure strength, and to be able to accurately control it to 20000, this was especially commendable. At the very least, it showed that Ding Meng's fist and strength were real.
However, now that Ding Meng had admitted defeat, the training clothes couldn't keep his cool anymore. He said proudly, "It's not bad that you can see the difference between us. After all, our Long Voyage Alliance is one of the six major sects. If you want to join us, you must have strength. Do you understand?
Strength! "
Seeing his serious look, Ding Meng couldn't help but laugh. "Don't be happy too early. I just admit that I can't surpass you in terms of points, but that doesn't mean that I don't have strength."
The training clothes also laughed. "Hehe, then please take it out for me to see."
Ding Meng laughed and said, "If this is called strength, then your punch just now can only be called child's play."
After saying that, he punched out in the air. He was standing at least 10 meters away from the machine, but as soon as he punched out, there was a "whoosh" sound. Everyone present felt a large invisible force surging out of Ding Meng's fist.
This force hit the target, and the scoreboard kept ringing. The score instantly soared to "20998". However, when it soared to "21000", the whole machine suddenly flew out and hit the steel wall on the west side like a cannonball. With a "boom", it turned into a cloud of dust.
For a moment, the hall was completely silent. If the previous two matches were just fancy child's play, then this time was the real deal. Not only did this punch surpass 20000 points, it even turned the machine into dust. Moreover, it was using a familiar formula. The most infuriating thing was that he had hit a cow through a mountain. If this punch really landed on a person, no one present would be able to withstand it.
Who would dare to believe that he was the weakest person in the crowd?
The crowd was extremely quiet. They all looked at each other, wondering who else wanted to go up?
However, the training clothes cried out in surprise, "No, you cheated. You cheated. You used spiritual energy …"
Ding Meng couldn't be bothered to argue. Did he use his Origin Energy or not?
Could it be that he didn't know?
Or perhaps, did he think that these Origin Energy users were all idiots?
That they didn't have any sensory abilities?
"Shut up!" A dignified voice came from the door.
A white-haired old man slowly walked in. This person was wearing a work suit, but his aura wasn't weak. Based on initial judgment, he should be an intermediate combat master.
The old man walked forward and glared at the training clothes. "You can't even distinguish the tremor force, cannon force, and penetration force of others. What have you been practicing all day?
Hurry up and get out. Don't make a fool of yourself here. "
After the old man reprimanded him, the training clothes immediately returned to the crowd dejectedly.
The old man walked in front of Ding Meng and took the initiative to reach out his hand. "Hello, little brother. I'm Bai Hao, the person in charge of the security department here."
Ding Meng shook his hand and said, "Hello, Ding Meng!"
Bai Hao turned his head to look at Yu Mingzhe. "Director Yu, there's no need to test them. I want this group of young people."
Yu Mingzhe was a bit hesitant. "Old Bai, do you mean that Brother Ding and the others passed the test?"
Bai Hao's face revealed a sly smile. "Director Yu, it's a blessing for our alliance that a talent like Brother Ding is willing to join our Long Voyage Alliance."
"Oh?"
Yu Mingzhe was a bit surprised. When he saw Ding Meng's performance just now, he also knew that Ding Meng was powerful. But Ding Meng and the others were really too young. In his mind, young people in their twenties and thirties were limited no matter how powerful they were.
Bai Hao looked at Ding Meng again and said with a smile, "How old are you, Brother Ding?"
Ding Meng said, "Twenty-five."
Bai Hao showed a trace of envy. "You're so young. I admire you!"
Ding Meng said, "I don't dare!"
Bai Hao said, "Don't worry, Brother Ding. I can make the decision for the director and the others. You are now an official member of our Long Voyage Alliance. Whoever is not convinced can stand out."
There must be someone who was not happy. The training clothes whispered, "He's just a little good at punching!"
Bai Hao glared at him again. "You are really ignorant and fearless. Each of you thinks that you have some skills. You can't even tell that you're a master. What a waste of your eyes."
The training clothes argued, "If you have the ability, let's fight in the arena. It's nothing to beat a machine to earn points."
Bai Hao was too lazy to pay attention to him. He said in a deep voice, "Everyone, stand back."
When he said that, the crowd immediately stepped back more than twenty meters. It seemed that Bai Hao was going to fight in person.
Bai Hao said, "If I'm not wrong, Brother Ding is from the Department of Thermodynamics, right?"
Ding Meng nodded and said, "Elder, you have a good eye."
Bai Hao clenched the joints on his fist and said with a smile, "I'm just excited to see Brother Ding and can't help but want to test your strength. But my old bones can't stand the torment, so I can only fight with Brother Ding."
Ding Meng politely stretched out his hand. "Elder, please!"
Although he said "please", he also secretly braced himself. This Bai Hao's strength should not be at the level of an intermediate Combat Master. This was because Bai Hao had slightly activated a trace of Origin Energy, which raised his aura to the level of a beginner Combat Warrior. However, this aura was very heavy and vigorous. It was enough to show that the old man's basic skills were very solid when he was young.
Sure enough, Bai Hao suddenly flipped his hand and threw a Smash Fist across the air. Similarly, a ferocious fist wind smashed toward Ding Meng.
Ding Meng did not move. He allowed the fist wind to sweep across his body. His body only trembled slightly, and then his right palm quickly spread out toward the ground.
With a loud boom, a piece of alloy steel on the ground was directly blown out of shape. It was like a piece of tofu on the ground that had been stepped on.
The old man in the training clothes was originally a bit unconvinced, but when he saw the scene in front of him, his face suddenly turned white. He was not ashamed, but he was truly frightened. Not only was he frightened, but the surrounding crowd was also frightened.
Elder Bai's punch had used his Origin Energy to create a strong wind. However, Ding Meng did not counterattack. He used his body to receive the attack head-on. Then, he guided the force into his arm and finally into the ground. Thus, this kind of effect was created.
If he dared to play like this, then it meant one thing. This Ding Meng's strength was probably not below Elder Bai's. Elder Bai was a Level 9 Spirit Martial Realm expert. Could this Ding Meng be a Spirit General?