Chapter 26 Sixth Section

Three men and one woman passed by four people along the way.

He walked over to the boxing machine.

The overall difference between this boxing machine and the boxing pile used for fighting training is that it is much larger and more substantial.

There is a display screen installed behind the machine, and the number on the screen is 122.23kg.

I don’t know if the group of men and women in front forgot to clear it, or if they left it on purpose.

"One-stage boxing strength standard: 60kg

Second level boxing strength standard: 80kg

Three-level boxing strength standard: 100kg

Fourth level boxing strength standard: 120kg

..."

Next to the boxing power machine is a table of standard values ​​of boxing power corresponding to the martial arts level.

It was the same as what Lu Yuan had found online, except that the word "amateur" was removed from the front.

It is probably to look good and also serve as a disguised motivational effect.

"One hundred, one hundred shouldn't be difficult..."

One hundred kilograms of boxing strength is the minimum standard for passing the official disciple test of Yuanwu Hall.

This is also the basic goal Lu Yuan set for himself.

Get into a stance in front of the boxing machine.

Staring at the groove in the center of the boxing machine, Lu Yuan's eyes gradually became sharp.

Take a deep breath.

Following the most suitable movements in basic boxing techniques, Lu Yuan punched hard.

"boom!"

The boxing machine made a muffled sound and remained motionless. Its overall structure has extremely strong shock absorption and sound-absorbing effects.

Lu Yuan raised his head to look at the rapidly beating numbers on the display screen behind the machine.

When the first word "1" came out, his heart was completely relaxed.

It must be over 100.

Soon the complete number jumped out - 173.56kg!

More than one hundred and seventy kilograms!

Lu Yuan's heart was slightly shaken, but he soon calmed down again.

An unexpected but reasonable number.

After all, his strength attribute is two full points higher than the average person, and his bench press easily exceeds 130 kilograms.

Lu Yuan thought for a while and tried two more punches.

The result was 168.33kg once and 162.76kg once.

Lower every time.

Sure enough, the first punch was the best.

“I had just trained for more than an hour before the test, which was a lot of physical exertion.

Injuries to the ribs and back also had some impact.

If it were in perfect condition, it would probably be able to stabilize at one hundred and seventeen..."

The standard boxing strength of a sixth-dan amateur martial artist is one hundred and seventy kilograms!

In other words, he has now reached the sixth-dan level?

Even if it was the punch power value that he punched with his own hands, Lu Yuan still felt a little incredible when the facts were right in front of him.

"Go back and check the specific assessment standards for amateur six-dan, as well as benefits and so on."

"Now, let's pass the formal disciple examination first!"

After a brief excitement, Lu Yuan calmed down.

Without wasting any time, after clearing the values ​​on the boxing machine, he quickly walked out of the training room.

At this time, there was still more than half an hour before the martial arts gym staff got off work at 11 noon, so he had to hurry up and get things done.

.........

“I will go to the Wushu Association next week to get my fourth-dan certificate.

When I see the guy named Lei again, I will throw the certificate directly in his face to see if he dares to be crazy in front of me in the future! "

"Mingyu is awesome! People named Lei probably don't even have second-dan certificates now. Your four-dan certificate is enough to make him kneel down and call daddy."

“The dynamometer in the martial arts hall is different from the dynamometer in the martial arts association, and the measured results may be biased.

To be on the safe side, you should practice more and try to pass it once.

You have to wait several days to register once. "

"Don't worry, can I not think of this?"

The short-haired young man who had just finished testing his boxing strength and seemed to be in a good mood smiled and replied casually: "In the past few days, I have focused on strengthening the three strength trainings, and my boxing strength can probably increase a little bit.

When the time comes, as long as I perform stably...the numerical deviation won't affect me. "

As he spoke, the short-haired young man walked to the bench press stand and lay down.

Hold the barbell on the rack with both hands and start to exert force...

The barbell on the rack didn't move at all.

"Um?"

The short-haired young man was stunned for a moment, stood up and checked the weight of the barbell, and quickly shouted: "Who increased it to one hundred and three for me?"

They were the only ones in the training room this morning.

He had previously adjusted this bench press to eighty, but now it was set to one hundred and thirty.

The companions spread their hands and shook their heads, all innocently indicating that they were not responsible.

"You still have to ask me to adjust it again..."

The short-haired young man frowned dissatisfied.

But this was not a big deal, and it was over with a few words.

But at this time, the girl among the few people said: "It must be the person who came in when we were playing on the boxing machine just now.

I just saw him practicing here for a long time..."

"That student?"

The short-haired young man thought for a moment and found that he did have an impression.

A tall, thin student boy, wearing the martial arts uniform of a junior student, with a pretty face.

"right."

The girl pointed to the position of the boxing machine and said in a positive tone: "Looking at us from behind, he ran to play with the boxing machine."

"Then it's probably him..."

The short-haired young man nodded and began to adjust the weight without saying anything else.

He took off the extra weights on the rack one by one, muttering as he did so: "There's something wrong, it's so heavy... can I push it...?"

Wait, it doesn't seem right!

The short-haired young man suddenly stopped, stared at the weights in his hand, and thought of a possibility.

"How is it possible? Impossible..."

This guess was immediately rejected by him as soon as it came up.

He continued to unload the weights, but he seemed a little absent-minded, his eyes flickered as if he was thinking about something.

When the last weight was taken off, the short-haired young man lay back on the bench press rack.

After trying to push the 80-kilogram weight twice, the short-haired young man suddenly stopped and stood up from the rack again.

"I'm crazy, how is this possible?!"

While saying this, he quickly walked towards the punching machine.

"Mingyu, what are you doing? Still testing?"

His companion shouted at him, but the short-haired young man turned a deaf ear.

He quickly walked to the punching machine, glanced at the display screen, and was not surprised to see the zero screen.

He just reached out and quickly clicked on the screen a few times.

"Check...historical data..."

When several values ​​finally popped up in front of the short-haired young man.

The pupils of the short-haired young man suddenly contracted, and the whole person shook violently, as if he was punched in the face.

He stared at the data on it without blinking.

After a long while.

Then he slowly burst out a curse from his mouth.

"I... fuck!"

..........

"After filling out the application form, go to your instructor to sign it, and after returning it to us, we will arrange an assessment for you within a week..."

The front desk of the martial arts hall, the girl who led Lu Yuan before, was patiently explaining to him the process of applying for a formal disciple assessment.

Lu Yuan was halfway through filling out the form, and he couldn't help but stop writing when he heard this.

As if he was doubting whether he had heard it wrong.

"Do you still need the coach's signature? Do you have to wait another week?"

"Yes."

The girl nodded and explained: "The process is like this. You must get the coach's approval before the assessment. The coach thinks you have the ability to participate in the assessment before you can apply.

And this assessment cannot be held specifically for you. It is held once a week and arranged by the martial arts school..."

"Okay."

Lu Yuan was a little discouraged. The enthusiasm that had just been ignited in his heart after the fist strength test seemed to be extinguished by a basin of cold water.

He had originally thought that he could get everything done today.

He didn't expect to have to wait another week.

Okay, one week is one week.

Lu Yuan quickly filled out the application form in his hand. After confirming that it was correct, the girl in charge of reception kindly reminded him.

"There is still some time before the end of get off work at noon. Hurry up and find your coach to sign.

Submit the form before the end of get off work, so you don't have to run again in the afternoon."