C18 The Iron Rule of the Undying King(2)

"Hunter!" The trainer frowned. The secretary beside him had already recorded it down. This boy's life was decided just like that.

The boy's father took the boy away with a complicated expression on his face. Everyone hoped that their son would be able to bring glory to their family, but the chances of him dying in the training camp was quite high. Perhaps this was the best ending of his son's life.

The second boy went up the stage. He didn't even lift a 30-pound stone lock.

"Slave!" The trainer was very cold. This child had welcomed his miserable life. The child's mother immediately cried out in tears. Who could bear to let their child become a slave? A slave's life has no dignity. However, the tribe's laws were cruel. It was such a cruel rule. That was why the Mount Arreat only cared about martial power. That was why the uncivilized people were able to survive in an environment where strong enemies were waiting for them.

The third boy failed when he tried to lift 50 pounds.

"Agriculture!" trainer's voice was still cold.

Just like that, the boys' fates were decided on the weightlifting platform one by one.

It was Suk's turn. He held his head high and puffed out his chest, full of confidence. He went straight to the 100 jin stone lock.

"Hua! Worthy of being the descendant of Su family! Impressive!" Everyone praised.

Suk closed his eyes and thought for a while. He firmly grabbed the stone lock and said, "Rise!" Suk shouted and lifted the 100 kilogram stone lock up high.

The trainer did not say anything. It wanted to see if Suk still wanted to challenge him. 150 Jin. If he lifted it up, he could enjoy the treatment of being taught alone. Individual guidance could greatly reduce the chances of you being eliminated in the first stage of training. So those who can lift 100 pounds will challenge 150 pounds.

Suk rested for a while, adjusted his breathing, and issued a challenge to 150 pounds.

"Ah!" Suk raised the 150 pounds stone lock shakily! Everyone cheered and applauded. "The descendants of Su family are indeed extraordinary!" Everyone praised. The parents of the Su family were expressionless, as if everything was within reason. Suk had the blood of the Su family, a noble bloodline. He had excellent genes, and had started receiving training from his family at the age of three. It was almost unacceptable for him to not be able to enter the training camp.

"Teaching alone!" trainer's tone finally had some warmth.

Following which, one by one, the boys step onto the stage to accept the judgement of fate. Before it is my turn... Out of the 145 boys who accepted the selection, only 38 of them raised a weight of more than 80 jin. The other 100 plus people could only accept their own fate of being humble for the rest of their lives.

When it was my turn, the sky was already dark, and there weren't many people left on the testing field. Only those who were able to lift more than 80 pounds and their parents remained.

"Hurry up!" The trainer was getting impatient. My family didn't have any powerhouses. My living environment wasn't too good since I was young. That's why my body doesn't look very strong, not to mention that I've been trained since I was young. I had to do some housework for my father when I was very young, and the only thing that could train my physical strength was to use a rolling stone to help my father grind rice.

Trainer probably thinks that I will be either a slave or a farmer in the future. I am the last person, so it doesn't matter if I waste too much time, so he kept urging me.

I have been lacking in motherly love since I was young, so my personality is a little introverted. The repeatedly urging of the trainer makes me feel a little depressed. I don't know if I can lift 80 jin, but I can't. 30 pounds and 50 pounds are meaningless to me. Who would raise me until I become an adult and let me continue my humble life?

"Zhang Loong! You can definitely do it!" Suk cheered for me.

I smiled at Suk. I am very grateful to Suk. He had been encouraging me.

I walked straight to the 80 jin stone lock.

"Eh?" trainer was a little surprised.

I didn't know how to pray at that time, and I didn't pray that my parents would bless me in heaven. I only know how to lift this stone lock. Tomorrow, I will have food to eat. If I can't lift it up, I will starve to death like a wild dog.

"I can lift it. This stone lock is much smaller than my family's stone rollers." I comforted myself in my heart.

I bent over and grabbed the stone lock, feeling my tentacles turn cold.

"Zhang Loong! Stand straight with your back straight! Use more strength on your thighs!" Suk loudly instructed me in my movements.

I exerted more strength, and the stone lock was pulled away from the ground. It wasn't as heavy as I had imagined! It was much lighter than my family's stone. I could carry my stone lock and walk for a while. The stone lock has a hand, and its shape is more defined. It's easier to use force. When I straighten my upper body, I straighten my waist forward. I use force in my legs to lift the stone lock up. My heart relaxed. Tomorrow's meal is finally settled.

"Awesome! Zhang Loong!" Suk waved at me excitedly.

I also smiled happily at Suk.

"Let's enter the second stage of the test!" The trainer didn't give me a second chance.

"Hey! Zhang Loong still has a chance!" Suk complained for me.

The trainer saw that the sky was getting dark, so he could not wait any longer. Besides, my family's status is low, so he decided to end the day's work as soon as possible. He did not care about Suk's protest.

I looked gratefully at Suk. My father died in battle. Currently, Suk is the only person who can give me a little bit of warmth.

Out of the 43 people who passed the first test, six of them were directly exempted from the second test. The two of them enjoy personal tutelage. The second test was a test of qi, if they didn't pass, they would still be regarded as hunters, and if they didn't pass, they would still be considered hunters. And those with potential also had the possibility of receiving individual guidance.

We, 31 people who have entered the first test, are brought to the second test field to accept the second test.

The strength test depends on the level of the qi pressure that the participants can withstand. Those who can't withstand the pressure of the first level qi pressure will be eliminated. This proves that the potential of the dantian qi's development is limited. It is not enough for a warrior to train with brute force alone.

Another four people who could not withstand the pressure of the Level 1 Qi were eliminated in the second test.

It's my turn. I'm always the last one.

The second trainer pressed its palm on my forehead and began to urge the Qi. I felt a strong pressure pour into my head from the top of my head, and I hurriedly gritted my teeth to resist. Father taught me about qi training. Father said that the source of a martial artist's strength lies in the dantian's energy. The strength of the muscles in the body is limited, and qi training is the foundation of strength. I come from a poor family and don't have many entertainment activities. When I'm lonely, I practice qi by myself.

"Eh?" The second trainer was a little surprised and continued to increase the power.

I felt as if my entire body was about to burst open. My mind buzzed and I lost consciousness.

I'm finished. Am I not qualified? The moment I fainted, the only thing I was worried about was the result of the test.