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The judges talked about the rules of the first round of competition:
"The standard is the number of layers of soft cloth that can be pierced. Three layers are acceptable, five layers are good, seven layers are excellent, and nine layers are top-notch!"
"Heh...is it still like this this year?"
The muscular man who had previously mocked Jiang Lu smiled and shook his head.
His follower patted his horse and said, "Boss, you were able to penetrate the sixth level last year. If you were not unwilling to get only a good level, you might have become a golden offering by now."
Upon hearing his words, some contestants looked over in surprise.
Most people aim for the third floor, and only a few strong people will set their sights on the fifth floor. But is the muscular man the best among those who were able to break through the sixth floor last year?
"Haha." Facing the shocked gazes of everyone, the muscular man smiled and said nothing. He calmly picked up the nine-layer soft cloth, pulled both sides, and stretched it in front of him.
"Hmm...Ha!"
The first seven layers of soft cloth were pierced in response. Only the last two layers of soft cloth remained in their original shape, but the eighth layer was also slightly deformed.
"what?!"
"Good start!"
"This is a seventh-level warrior, no...it should be half a step to the eighth level, so terrifying!"
Enjoying the horrified shouts of the crowd and the unconcealed amazement in the judges' eyes, the muscular man shook his head in mock disappointment: "Oh, I'm not in good condition."
But as he said this, the pride on his face could not be hidden.
Inadvertently, he looked at Jiang Lu.
But Jiang Lu didn't take nine levels at once like him. Instead, he only took one level.
"Ha, would you like to try it first? It's quite calm." He murmured.
His followers also noticed Jiang Lu at this time, and began to denigrate: "Only one level? You can't even pass the test, and you still say you want to compete with us. It's ridiculous."
However, Jiang Lu ignored what was going on outside the window. He just picked up a corner of the soft cloth and let it hang lightly in the air.
The next moment, without anyone noticing, Jiang Lu moved.
boom!
A loud sound of gold and iron colliding resounded throughout the venue. Looking at Jiang Lu again, his fingers were still gently twisting the corners of the soft cloth. In addition to the big hole in the middle, the soft cloth in his hand also had spider web-like cracks around it.
Lifting the soft cloth, Jiang Lu blew lightly, and the soft cloth turned into pieces.
“This…this is.”
The judges were a hundred times more shocked than seeing the muscular man’s performance:
"He actually took advantage of the cloth's inattention and hit it at super high speed, causing the cloth's surface tension to have no time to buffer and shatter into pieces like a piece of metal! Judging from the extent of the shattering, this contestant named Ye Liangchen was equivalent to destroying a piece of iron plate!!"
"It's embarrassing."
Jiang Lu looked indifferently at the dumbfounded muscular man with a strong attitude on his face.
But the matter didn't end there. Just when everyone thought Jiang Lu was done, he actually picked up the wooden box containing dozens of soft cloths in front of him and took a deep breath:
"I want this day, no longer can I cover my eyes!"
"Inch power...Open the sky!!"
The next second, the soft cloth and the wooden box shattered and flew away in the wind...
Chapter 146 A purgatory competition! The fierce tiger of Bailiu Sect! (middle)
The venue suddenly fell into deathly silence.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the relaxed and carefree look on Jiang Lu's face is simply not an expression of using all his strength!
"How can it be?!"
The muscular man's eyes were full of horror.
This fear was not entirely due to the fact that my efforts and accumulation were so easily broken through by someone in an absolutely crushing way. More importantly...
He felt that physics no longer existed!
"He cheated!"
He shouted: "Judge, he must have used his spiritual power!"
After being shouted out by him, the contestants and judges also had this idea.
What Jiang Lu did was simply not possible with human power!
There may be no other reasonable explanation other than cheating.
"Referee, check it out." A middle-aged man with short gray hair in the judges' seat ordered.
The referee nodded, went up to the stage, picked up the debris on the ground, and after a while, he shook his head solemnly: "He did not sense any residual spiritual power. He only achieved this step with physical strength."
"Impossible! We are cultivators of body cultivation. All of us who cultivate body cultivation have strong bodies. This skinny dog can't be a cultivator of body cultivation. He must have cheated in some way!"
The muscular man clenched his fists, eyes full of determination.
At this moment, Jiang Lu, who was at the center of the storm, finally nodded:
"That's right, I'm not a body cultivator..."
"He admitted it!"
"But I didn't cheat either." Jiang Lu sighed: "Don't you insist that I used spiritual power? In that case, I will let you see what it looks like after being blessed with spiritual power."
With that said, Jiang Lu, who had received special spiritual training from two senior sisters on the ship, showed his power as a monk in front of outsiders for the first time.
He fell straight forward and fell firmly to the ground.
But it seemed that his whole body had been smashed to the floor, but the eyes of the judges at the judges' table were exactly level with the stage above the ground. When they looked carefully, they found that there was actually a distance between the tip of Jiang Lu's nose and the ground. The thickness of a hair.
"Impossible! His hands are tightly attached to his sides, with only his toes as a fulcrum. What on earth is supporting him at such an angle?!"
The judges were furious and said that this violated the laws of nature.
"Could it be that..."
Someone changed the angle, looked from the side of Jiang Lu, and finally discovered the clue.
"He actually held his body up with his core strength!"
"Oh my god, the black iron floor is shattered!!"
"Why is our floor actually made of black iron?"
"Now is not the time to talk about this, his performance is not over yet!"
When everyone was shocked by Jiang Lu's inhuman operation, he slowly covered his hands on the floor and shouted at the top of his lungs:
"Since it's a test of strength... then this is the only way to be strong!!"
While shouting, Jiang Lu exerted force with both hands, and even secretly used the power of the evil god's left hand.
The floor was clearly made of black iron, but it began to deform and stretch under Jiang Lu's tearing.
Just like an unoiled chopstick inserted into unfermented dough, it will naturally stretch the dough when it is pulled out.
The same is true for the black iron floor at this time. It has not been roasted by high temperatures, but it breaks the common sense that black iron metal has the worst ductility. The bubble-like protrusions that are pulled out make it look even ductile. Enough to rival the Big Three of gold, silver and platinum.
And when the floor stretched to its limit, it finally collapsed.
boom!
A large piece of the stage was pulled out by Jiang Lu!
As Jiang Lu stood up slowly but unstoppably, the torn part of the stage hanging on his body was like a half-giant dumbbell. Compared with the large piece of dark iron, Jiang Lu looked like As small as an ant.
But Jiang Lu, like a weightlifter, lifted it up with one hand firmly.
This is the value of the Qi training period in the Era of Cultivation!
In Douluo Continent, Gao Luo is a god king!
"See, this is called using spiritual power, you blind things!"
Jiang Lu gritted his teeth, his face turned pale, and he looked very labored, but no one dared to laugh at his embarrassment.
"What the fuck kind of monster are you?!"
"I am Archimedes!"
No one knew who Archimedes was, but they didn't care. They were more concerned about where Jiang Lu's limit was.
"Qi Yuan, Ye Liangchen, advance to the physical fitness level first and begin the endurance test!"
The gray-haired chief judge wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and began to read out the rules of the endurance test:
"The minimum time limit is half an incense stick. As long as you can enter the Soul Crusher and last half an incense stick without using your spiritual power, you will pass. One incense stick is good, two incense sticks are excellent, and three incense sticks are top-notch!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a handyman from the Chamber of Commerce brought over a device that looked like a cement mixer.
Looking from the entrance facing the players, the inside is full of dense gelatinous bulges.
When the device is activated, these protrusions immediately begin to rotate rapidly and expand and contract, which is quite terrifying.
"No wonder it's called the Soul Crusher, it's truly a terrifying machine!"
The muscular man named Qi Yuan, who was defeated in the strength test last time, had naturally never seen such a dangerous level and was immediately a little unsure.
But in Jiang Lu's opinion, this was simply a parody of the Ghoul Queen's mouthparts, so he didn't pay attention to this cold machine that didn't even have emotions.
"You go first." I don't know whether he was afraid or wanted to use Jiang Lu to test the waters. In short, Qi Yuan gave Jiang Lu the opportunity to take the lead this time.
Although this is a sensible approach, in the eyes of the judges, this timidity is already inferior.
On the other hand, Jiang Lu put down the huge block of iron with a look of contempt, dusted it off, walked forward calmly, and entered the soul crusher.
However, within half a stick of incense, Jiang Lu suddenly frowned and withdrew.
"Failed?"
Everyone who was watching him nervously murmured.
The judges couldn't help but feel a little regretful. Although the strength was appalling, the endurance was too poor.
Faced with everyone's doubts, Jiang Lu just said calmly: "This machine is broken."