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Chapter 179: Academy Admissions
Chapter 179: Academy Admissions
The little girl smiled and nodded, then asked Chen Feng to put her down: "Brother Chen Feng, does this move have a name?"
Chen Feng pondered for a moment: "I call it Xingyi Gale Palm, which means that this move emphasizes the ability to change at will, but speed is its foundation."
Just as Chen Feng was about to give the young girl some more pointers on what to do during the duel, the bell of the Martial Arts Academy rang. The two exchanged a glance; it seemed that the Martial Arts Academy's admissions process had officially begun.
Holding her bamboo skewer, the little girl's heart began to pound with anxiety again. Once she entered the martial arts academy, her brother Chen Feng would no longer be there to protect her at all times; the real challenge was yet to come.
"Don't worry, you did very well just now. Once you're inside, you need to learn to take good care of yourself. If anyone dares to bully you, come back and tell Brother Feng, and I'll make sure you get revenge." Chen Feng placed his hand on the little girl's head again; the soft touch was just so nice.
The little girl held onto Chen Feng's hand tightly, refusing to let go: "Brother Chen Feng, can you watch me go in before you leave? Also, you can't just disappear like this. You have to wait for me here, or I'll get angry."
Pinch the tearful little girl's cheek, Chen Feng patted his chest and assured her that he was her brother and would definitely take care of her. As for waiting for her, since he had brought her here, he would definitely see it through to the end. Only after he had coaxed the little girl into laughing did Chen Feng feel at ease.
Seeing that almost everyone had gone inside, the little girl reluctantly let go of Chen Feng's hand and entered the gate of the Martial Arts Academy, turning back to look at him every step of the way.
Keeping his promise, Chen Feng watched the little girl's figure disappear through the door before returning to lean against the big tree he had been standing under, waiting for good news from her.
Chen Feng watched from outside the gate as the little girl followed the crowd into the martial arts academy. There were many students participating in the academy's admissions, and their ages, heights, and physical abilities inevitably varied.
The Martial Arts Academy does not have specific age or physical requirements for admission; anyone who can pass the assessment can be selected.
The little girl, holding her bamboo skewer, followed the flow of people inside until everyone stopped and looked at the people on the stage.
The oldest among them said, "Everyone, today is the day for our Martial Arts Academy to recruit students. Those of you who have received bamboo slips are all students who are preparing to apply to our Martial Arts Academy. I am the Dean of the Martial Arts Academy, and the four people next to me are the teachers of the Martial Arts Academy. Whether or not you pass the recruitment competition later will be decided by the five of us."
The dean continued, "The conditions for passing are rather complicated, as they involve factors such as skill level and moral character, which I won't go into detail about. I'll just mention the most straightforward and simplest ones."
Without going into detail, the conditions for approval are not just those the dean is about to mention; there are others, but they are too complex for him to explain clearly at the moment, so the five of them need to discuss them together. The young girl analyzed.
The dean continued, "First, the Martial Arts Academy is divided into two tiers: top students and bottom students. Each bamboo stick has a number on it, and adjacent people will spar with each other. There is no time limit; the sparring continues until one person is defeated. The winner is a top student, and the loser is a bottom student. Since it is a sparring match, it mainly tests everyone's skills, so it is all unarmed combat, and no weapons are allowed to avoid any danger. Alright, that's the general rule. Now, let the competition begin."
The competition is about to begin. I'm so excited, so nervous, so scared. The little girl clenched her fists, took a deep breath, inhaled, exhaled, and told herself to relax. "It'll be okay," she reassured herself.
The dean and the four mentors were all sitting below the stage. One of the mentors called out, "Please invite candidates number 1 and number 2 to come up to the stage."
After the teacher called out the number, two men of similar height and age walked out from the crowd. After they went on stage, they clasped their hands in a salute to the dean and the four mentors.
The teacher nodded and said, "Okay, let's begin."
The two exchanged a fist salute, and the competition officially began.
Number 1 struck first, throwing a punch straight at Number 1's face. Number 2 didn't dodge, instead kicking Number 1 in the abdomen. Number 1 cried out in pain, his face contorted in agony. Number 2 pressed his advantage, landing another punch on Number 1's face. Number 1 collapsed to the ground, unable to continue, and the match ended.
A round of enthusiastic applause erupted from the audience, with people nodding in agreement. "Number 2 is indeed formidable. He met Number 1's punch head-on and managed to deliver a powerful counterattack, knocking Number 1 down."
Someone echoed, "Yes, Number 2 is highly skilled and daring, courageous and resourceful, and should have a wealth of practical experience."
The little girl was dumbfounded. The match was over so quickly? No wonder there was no time limit, it was so fast! She seemed to see Chen Feng's decisive and efficient moves when he fought others. Sometimes, victory or defeat is decided in just a moment.
The mentor announced the results of the competition: "Pass! Number 2's counterattack surprised me. Of course, Number 1 took the initiative and performed well as well. Both pass."
"Bravo!" Enthusiastic applause erupted from the audience.
"Please come up to the stage, candidates number 3 and 4."
Two men stepped out from the crowd. They were the same height, weight, hairstyle, clothing, and appearance as twins.
When the two stepped onto the ring, everyone was stunned...
"Are these two twins?"
"Absolutely, they look so alike!"
How do you tell which one is number 3 and which one is number 4?
The little girl was stunned. These two looked so alike! It was like looking in a mirror. I wonder what it would feel like to have someone who looks exactly like you?
In contrast, the dean and the four mentors seemed quite calm, after all, this wasn't the first time they'd seen something like this, and they were already used to it.
The two men stepped onto the stage, clasped their hands in a salute to the dean and the four mentors, and the mentors nodded in acknowledgment, signaling the start of the match.
The two men clasped their hands in a salute, and Number 3 said, "Brother, we've never had a clear winner before, but we must settle this today."
Number 4 nodded: "Go for it, I'm about to get started."
Number 4 made the first move, rushing to Number 3 and grabbing him, trying to knock him down by pulling him to the left and right. Number 3, not to be outdone, pulled in the opposite direction, and the two of them, their forces combined, ended up in a tight embrace.
The mentor nodded: "The two are brothers who don't want to fight, so they chose to compete in wrestling. That's good. It shows brotherly affection without going against the original intention of the competition. Well done."
“Yes,” the other instructor chimed in. “Up and down is the mystery, forward and backward is instinct, and left and right is skill. Both of you are quite skilled.”