264: The Saint Martial Arts Hall of Bright Sword

After two days of the start of the recruit competition, military enthusiasts were surprised.

The traditional old-fashioned team, the new recruits from the European Military Region and the new recruits from the Americas, no longer have the majesty of the past.

On the contrary, the declining East Asia Military Region rose at an extremely shocking speed. In just two days, a total of twelve points were generated, accounting for tens of them.

The semi-automatic rifle competition just ended, and European recruits were immediately called to the conference room again to start a new meeting.

"In the past two days, our European Military Region has been so famous!" Major General Oxsa looked at everyone with a gloomy face: "You are really no wonder that such a monster recruit has appeared in the East Asia Military Region. I am the main responsible person for withdrawing from the mobile armored team early. I know that everyone will do their best to participate. But I still want to say it again here, you are carrying the glory of our entire European Military Region. Tomorrow is the first lottery ceremony of the martial arts competition, I wish you good luck here."

In the silent conference room, the sad breath exudes a hint of volcanic fighting spirit that is about to detonate.

"General, we will defeat East Asia in the armed battle competition and pull America off from the throne of overlords."

Opposite the long table, Caesar, who had always been silent, slowly straightened his body, and his long golden hair could not block the sharp light from his sapphire-like eyes.

Oksa's gloomy face eased a little. He slowly glanced at the other European recruits present. These recruits who had been hit by Qin Fen for two consecutive days had completely recovered their spirits at some point. Their eyes could see the fighting spirit of tigers and wolfs.

"General! I may not be as good as Qin Fen in military skills, but I can fight! Never retreat!"

"General! I will definitely not insult the glory of the European Military Region!"

A roar echoed in the conference room, and a soldier slapped the table. The shame of the European Military Region in the past two days is no longer a big stone that weighs on everyone's hearts, it is the driving force for the European Military Region to know shame before being brave!

Oxa slowly glanced at everyone, and finally set his sight on Solomon, who had never spoken.

"I only have one goal." Solomon's long chestnut-colored hair that blocked his face was pushed behind his head, and his green crystal-like eyes flashed with calm confidence: "Become the most legendary new recruits' fighting king in the recruits' fighting competition. Whether it is East Asia or America, whoever blocks in front of me, just kick him away."

The recruits from America were also called to the conference room for the first time and began the first pre-war meeting.

The major general of the Americas, Will, was wearing a straight American major general's uniform, and his hair was sparse.

Compared to Major General Oxsa, Will was not anxious at all. He skillfully operated the computer at hand, and projected data analysis pictures appeared above the conference desktop.

"Everyone has seen the competition in the past two days, and I believe we should also understand that our American opponents in this conference are no longer the inefficient European Military Region." Will selected one from the projected analytical data map, enlarged it and said: "Everyone, I believe everyone has an impression of this man? Qin Fen, a recruit from East Asian, has participated..."

The information Qin Fen stored in the military region was presented to everyone bit by bit.

"Oh?" Zeus supported the table with his elbow and touched his chin with one hand: "Has he killed a terrorist? So, is he in sniping?"

"Very powerful." Will's elbows were pressed against the table and gently opened his palms: "From the current information we need to fight, we are probably only able to compete for the second place."

The snipers from the Americas nodded silently together.

As a soldier, he often doesn’t like to admit defeat. If he has a little chance, he must try it.

Qin Fen's data is so terrible. After seeing it, the new snipers from America did not even have the desire to fight, and both sides were not on the same level at all.

"So, before the sniper game started, we had already lost three points." Will picked up the coffee at hand and took a sip: "It seems that it's better to abstain from the sniper game..."

"No!" The silent sniper stood up and looked at Will with both hands, shouting: "General, it's true that you are the leader of America in this competition, but you don't have the right to deprive me of participating."

"Is that?" Will leaned against the back of the chair casually: "We in America have always been the overlords of the recruit competition, and the goal of any competition is the first. Before the competition starts..."

"Then I'll get first!"

The calm sniper's eyes were filled with irrational anger. As a soldier, he was timid after just looking at the data, which made him look down on him. Will was slightly stimulated, and the anger in his body finally erupted.

"First?" Will had a faint disdain on his lips: "What if you can't get it?"

"Then, after the competition, I apply to remove Saturn or go to the front line of anti-terrorism." The sniper's eyes returned to his cold calm: "If I lose, I will go to the only life or death line."

"It's good to have such morale." Will signaled the sniper to sit down: "Qin Fen is very strong, but if you are afraid of him, then his victory will be as simple as cutting melons and vegetables. You will be afraid when you see him. You can't even play your normal strength, which can only make it easier for East Asia to get points. East Asia's soldiers have been very poor in the previous sessions, but they can still get the third place in the total score. Do you know why this is?"

Most American recruits were a little confused, and this problem had already troubled them for a long time. African recruits had surpassed East Asia in the overall strength of the first two sessions, but they all lost.

"Because, the spirit of sword drawing." Will frowned slightly: "Only real warriors in our Americas have the spirit of perseverance. Even if they encounter opponents who know they are defeated, they dare to challenge them. The East Asians are very strange. They seem to have such strange genes in their national bloodline. Among the 100 people, there are more than 70 people who know they will fight even if they fail. Therefore, in the recruit competition, East Asian recruits are the team with the highest death rate. They are fighting desperately, and many of us are just here to compete."

Will sighed long: "One side holds the idea of ​​the competition, and the other side holds the idea of ​​hard work. Life can create miracles, so even if East Asia is not strong enough in previous years, it can still hold the top three positions. This time, East Asia's strength is far stronger than the one on the table, and it's our turn to fight to the death. Tomorrow will be the group draw of the martial arts competition. I wish the contestants in advance a good draw."

"General, we are the overlords, the strongest in the American recruits competition in history." Yang Lie slowly raised his hand and pointed at Qin Fen's projection: "He is just a whetstone for me to become the title of a divine beast."

"Divine Beast?"

Will, who was always calm, also had a faint shocking light in his eyes. It turned out that the target of the Little Dragon King had never looked at this recruit competition!

A sneer came from under the military cap covering his face.

[Kaitian] Brooks' shoulders slightly expanded to both sides: "Little Dragon King, don't be arrogant just because you get the invitation from the Holy Martial Arts Hall. In this room, you are not the only one who gets the invitation from the Holy Martial Arts Hall. I [Kaitian] Brooks also got the invitation. Divine Beast? This title should be taken by me."

"Invitation from the Holy Martial Arts Hall?"

The American recruits in the conference room were in a commotion, and more than 90% of them looked at the two of them with admiration and envy.

Holy Martial Arts Hall! The holy land of almost all warriors, which is the cradle of warriors moving towards the peak powerhouses.

The Holy Martial Arts Hall is known as the place of genius killers.

Every year, young people with outstanding qualifications from all over the world come to test, hoping to get the opportunity to jump into the dragon gate.

However, almost 100% of these young people who want to join the school of various schools hit a wall in front of the Shengwu Hall.

Although the Holy Martial Arts Hall is not a school, it is praised by the federal owner as the first premiere in the federal government.

Zeus, who had been chewing gum, was as if his body was hit by a ray of lightning. He stared at his two comrades in a daze: "Saint...Saint Martial Arts...?"

Will's surprised eyes were filled with joy, the Holy Martial Arts Hall! The little dragon king Yang Lie and Kaitian Brooks were actually invited by the Holy Martial Arts Hall!

Qin Fen's information did not show that he received the invitation from the Holy Martial Arts Hall.

The judgment of the Holy Martial Arts Hall is not wrong! In this martial arts competition, as long as Yang Lie and Brooks are not divided into the same group, the American Military Region may get the best results in history.

"Okay! Keep cheering!"

In the conference hall of the East Asia Military Region, Zhao Huzi made a concluding remark with satisfaction, and everyone stood up and left.

Qin Fen walked out of the conference hall and did not look for Song Jia again.

Tomorrow is the highlight of the recruit competition, the draw of the martial arts competition will be divided into groups, and there will be a opening battle, which will start tomorrow.

Drawing lots is a matter of competing for luck.

No one can guarantee that he will not be drawn to the opening game, nor can he guarantee that the opponent he draws is strong or weak.

The members who can participate in the recruits’ armed struggle competition may be limited no matter how weak they are.

Just now, I have read the pre-match information provided by Zhao Huzi. The little dragon king of America, Yang Lie, Zeus Mark, and Kaitian Brooks are much stronger than the American recruits who came to the Australian barracks to fight before.

The European [Emperor] Caesar, [Demon God] Solomon, the West Asian Morad Chick, and the African [Golden Lion] Bada and the Giant Crocodile] Kunlaiti are also not underestimated.

From their superficial information, no one is below the strength of a six-star warrior.

But are they really only six stars? The shadow of Morad Chik passed through Qin Fen's mind. This person who also walked alone in Qinghai should have benefited a lot and made a breakthrough.
Chapter completed!