Becoming a Saint Starts with Copying Martial Arts

Chapter 17: Amazing Skills

"Group One: Zheng Xin, Chen Hua, Wang Gong, Lin Qing..."

Fifteen minutes later, Gao Feng shouted and called out to nine people in one breath.

Lin Qing stepped forward, approached the fourth large cauldron, reached out with both hands, lifted it up, and suddenly exerted force, letting out a low shout.

"rise!"

The large cauldron was immediately lifted into the air, and after three breaths it was slowly placed back on the ground. Throughout the process, the person remained expressionless and showed no signs of pressure.

Yang Feng's gaze remained fixed on Lin Qing. Among these people, Lin Qing was the one who impressed him the most and whom he had the highest regard for.

Jiang Baihe, standing to the side, gritted his teeth, realizing that Lin Qing's actions had completely disrupted his plans.

Since Han Juetong is only at the proficiency level, if Lin Qing shows a minor mastery level, then his selection is almost a certainty. Only if the two are of similar strength can he protect Han Juetong.

"I just hope this kid knows the rules. Once Han Juetong's money is in my pocket, there's no reason for him to give it back," Jiang Baihe thought to himself.

At this point, the first round of the cauldron challenge ended, with six people advancing and three being eliminated.

A thousand pounds is a threshold; if you can lift it, it means you've mastered the Eight Strikes of the Serpent.

Therefore, those who are eliminated in the first round either have a bad attitude and simply don't intend to practice properly, or they are too poor in aptitude and can't improve no matter how much time they are given.

Next, one group after another took the stage, and before long, the last person finished lifting the cauldron.

Of the total of 100 people, nearly 30% were eliminated. These people basically gave up halfway through because they felt hopeless.

"The second round tests skills. Anyone whose name is called must come forward and demonstrate the Eight Strikes of the Serpent."

"First place, Zheng Xin!"

A tall, thin young man stepped out from the crowd and went straight to the three leaders to demonstrate his martial arts skills.

After demonstrating only three moves, Pang Tong frowned and said, "The posture is extremely awkward, the mastery is insufficient, there's no need to watch any longer."

"Next, Yu Sanshui!" Gao Feng shouted.

The Eight Strikes of the Spirit Serpent is a basic training method that all officers of the Soul Suppression Division must master. The three giants have long since reached perfection, so they can tell the level of the person who comes up just by looking at him a couple of times.

"Yu Sanshui, eliminated!"

"Wang Tiezhu is eliminated!"

...

One by one, the young contestants took the stage, and almost all of them were eliminated. Most of them were eliminated because of their lack of skill, while others were eliminated because of their poor mentality. They were overwhelmed by the aura of the three giants, their minds went blank, and they could not even stand steadily.

"Han Juetong, proficient!"

After four people were eliminated, the first qualified person finally appeared.

Jiang Baihe nodded slightly. Han Juetong's performance was very stable, which meant that the matter was already more than half successful.

After all the assessments are completed, if no one has achieved minor success, then we will select someone from the master level. As the instructor, Jiang Baihe has a lot of say and can do his best to ensure that Han Juetong is selected.

"Lin Qing? This kid is the only variable. I absolutely cannot let him ruin my plans," Jiang Baihe muttered to himself.

The assessment continued, and six more teenagers subsequently demonstrated proficiency in martial arts, four of whom were wealthy young masters from the inner city.

These people don't need to work and have family resources to support them, so it's naturally easier for them to make a name for themselves than children from poor families.

It wasn't until near the end that Lin Qing heard his own name called.

He stepped onto the stage and saw Jiang Baihe staring intently at him with a dark face, as if trying to put pressure on him and throw him into a panic.

But Lin Qing's heart was as still as water. Having lived two lives, his mental fortitude was far stronger than that of an ordinary teenager.

"start!"

With a loud shout from Gao Feng, Lin Qing gathered his energy and threw a punch. Suddenly, he twisted his waist and turned his hips, his right leg whipping out like a serpent's tail, with a crackling sound echoing around him.

This single move was enough to brighten the eyes of the drowsy Pang Tong and his companions.

Because everyone else's starting move is "Snake Emerging from its Cave," while Lin Qing's is "Snake Wagging its Tail," it's equivalent to breaking the established sequence, which is a sign of entering the minor success stage.

Mastery means being able to smoothly execute a complete set of martial arts moves, while minor mastery means being able to freely disassemble and combine them, scrambling the order, but still maintaining standard movements and smooth transitions; this level of skill is more difficult.

Lin Qing's subsequent performance was nothing short of perfect. He leaped and bounded, shifting and turning, unleashing punches and kicks with perfect form and fluid, natural movements, possessing a unique aesthetic appeal.

"Excellent!" Shen Cheng was the first to applaud. "A preliminary stage of development! I never expected such talent among this year's batch of helpers."

Pang Tong nodded slightly: "Not bad, the movements are standard, and the transitions between moves are natural. It is indeed a minor achievement."

Yu Muqing, a cold-hearted person standing to the side, uttered two words: "Not bad."

"Stop!" Shen Cheng shouted, standing up from his chair.

Lin Qing immediately stopped and slowly exhaled a breath of fresh air.

Shen Cheng approached Lin Qing and gave him a quick squeeze on the shoulder: "Such strong muscles, what's your name?"

"Lin Qing".

"Hmm, coming from a poor background, and achieving minor success in half a year, it's clear how extraordinary your talent is. Shen Lian mentioned you to me before, saying that your temperament is also quite extraordinary. Not bad, not bad." Shen Cheng nodded repeatedly.

"Thank you, sir." Lin Qing bowed deeply. He had heard that Shen Cheng was quite old, and although he was the most senior, he basically didn't care about anything and was just waiting to retire. He was a gentle person.

Shen Cheng turned around and joked with a smile, "Yang Feng, you've really picked up a good seedling this year."

Yang Feng said loudly, "Please rest assured, sir, I will do my utmost to teach him and help him pass the re-examination next year, so that he can achieve great success!"

Jiang Baihe, standing to the side, gritted his teeth. He took a deep breath and suddenly smiled: "Sir, such a talented person might not get the training he deserves if he stays in the corpse collection team. I think it would be better if he came with me. My night patrol team is somewhat dangerous, but the casualty rate is lower than that of the exorcism team, which is perfect for training talent."

Upon hearing this, Lin Qing deeply realized how shameless this old man was. If he really ended up under his command, he would have no way to survive.

Pang Tong also stood up: "I think Jiang Baihe makes sense. The corpse collection team isn't dangerous, so why don't we go with Jiang Baihe?"

Shen Cheng shook his head: "Rules are rules, and they can't be changed arbitrarily. Since Lin Qing wants to join the corpse collection team, why force him?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Qing breathed a sigh of relief, secretly adding a grudge against Pang Tong to his mind.

He had heard Shen Lian say before that Pang Tong and Jiang Baihe were on one side, backed by the Han family, while Shen Cheng was on the other side, backed by Chief Cheng. There were many intricacies involved.

Pang Tong didn't say much. Shen Cheng was in the right, and with so many people watching, he couldn't break the rules.

"Then it's settled." Shen Cheng sat back down in his chair.

Lin Qing breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and returned to the crowd. The eyes of the other teenagers naturally focused on him, some with envy, some with admiration, and some with jealousy.

Lin Qingquan pretended not to see anything. He was only focused on himself. External honors and disgraces were all fleeting. Only his own strength was the most worthy of attention.

Before long, the last person finished the assessment, and Gao Feng announced the results on the spot.

"From today onwards, Lin Qing will be transferred to the Corpse Collection Team, Xu Chengfeng, Liu Ziping, Chen Hua, and Wang Chong will be transferred to the Exorcism Team, and Chen Ziqiang, Deng Yunfeng, and Gao Taiqing will be transferred to the Night Patrol Team."

"The above seven people shall remain where they are; the rest of you, disperse!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a huge weight was lifted from Lin Qing's heart.

On the training ground, those who were selected were overjoyed, while those who were not selected mostly looked disappointed. Although there would be another selection next year, it was unlikely that so many spots would be available at once.

Han Juetong looked resentful, staring intently at Lin Qing as if he wanted to devour him.