"Of course not."
Qin Fang shook her head and introduced with a smile, "The reaction test primarily examines everyone’s reaction ability rather than their ability to withstand hits, so once you enter the room, you can only dodge attacks, getting hit will result in losing points."
"Dodge?"
Zhao Tianba’s face turned bitter; speed and dodging were not the strong suits of a Cross Training Martial Master.
"Interesting, could you explain the specific competition rules?"
Wu Xiaoyu beca intrigued and curiously asked.
The rules of this competition required each contestant to enter the Hidden Weapons Room one by one and stay inside for three minutes.
Within those three minutes, the walls of the Hidden Weapons Room would continuously launch hidden weapons, with the number increasing over ti.
After ti was up, the computer would calculate how many hidden weapons hit the contestant, ranking them based on the number of hits, with fewer hits resulting in a better score.
"Wait a minute."
Upon hearing the rules, Lin Canghai quickly asked, "Given the power of these hidden weapons, wouldn’t we get hurt if we really got hit?"
"Rest assured, all the hidden weapons in the Hidden Weapons Room are simulated weapons and do not possess lethality. Even if you’re hit, you’ll only feel a slight pain, no one will get hurt."
Qin Fang introduced with a smile.
"Then I’m relieved."
Lin Canghai let out a sigh of relief.
"I have a question."
Tang Ming raised his hand and uncertainly asked, "If we catch a hidden weapon with our hands or use other ans to knock it down, does that count as a violation?"
"Of course not. As long as you don’t use Gang Qi, you can employ any ans to last for three minutes."
Qin Fang smiled and clapped her hands, saying, "If no one has any questions, please get ready to enter. The hidden weapons program data is the sa, so there’s no need for a draw, you can decide at will."
"I’ll go first."
Wu Xiaoyu eagerly jumped out first.
"Alright."
Qin Fang pressed the remote control in her hand, and the room’s door automatically opened.
"Once inside, we can watch the contestants’ performance through the window. After three minutes, the sensors in the room will calculate the number of hits on the contestant, directly displaying the data."
"Watch the firing pattern of the hidden weapons well, I’ll go in and clear a path for you first."
Wu Xiaoyu walked into the Hidden Weapons Room with her head held high, full of confidence.
After entering the Hidden Weapons Room, Wu Xiaoyu stood in the middle of the room, looking amusingly at the walls full of hidden weapon launch holes. The battlefield competition must score well, after all, this is her area of expertise.
As the door closed, a chanical electronic female voice imdiately echoed in the room, "Five seconds to hidden weapon launch, four seconds, three seconds, two seconds, one second!"
"Whoosh."
As soon as the voice ended, a black Feathered Arrow flew out from the wall, rapidly aiming for Wu Xiaoyu’s head.
"Piece of cake."
Wu Xiaoyu slightly tilted her head, effortlessly dodging the hidden weapon.
"Whoosh, whoosh."
Next, a Plum Flower Darts and a Handheld Sword flew out simultaneously, targeting Wu Xiaoyu from different angles.
Wu Xiaoyu twisted her body twice in place, easily avoiding the attack once again.
The next mont, three Sound Arrows shot out at the sa ti without any gap.
Wu Xiaoyu, just barely stabilizing her posture, quickly twisted her waist into a high-difficulty move, avoiding two Sound Arrows while catching the other with her mouth, looking both stylish and sexy.
In each subsequent round, the number of hidden weapons increased, and by the one-minute mark, the hidden weapons flew out one after another.
Wu Xiaoyu danced like a butterfly amidst the hail of gunfire, but facing the overwhelming number of hidden weapons, she ultimately couldn’t manage to handle them all, and her body was constantly getting hit.
Tang Ming and the others stood upfront, dumbstruck.
The walls all around shot dozens of types of hidden weapons at the sa ti, a flexible movent technique couldn’t possibly dodge them all; the sheer quantity was too high, and without Gang Qi to block, there was simply no way to avoid them.
"Wu Xiaoyu, don’t just focus on dodging, counterattack!"
Tang Ming shouted loudly while leaning against the window.
"After the Hidden Weapons Room is closed, it has soundproofing capabilities, the people inside can’t hear the outside."
Qin Fang smilingly reminded.
"Damn it."
Tang Ming’s mouth twitched, watching Wu Xiaoyu tirelessly running about inside; thankfully, these were just simulated weapons, otherwise, Wu Xiaoyu would have died countless tis by now.
After three minutes, the hidden weapon volleys ceased, and the sweat-soaked Wu Xiaoyu stood in the room, panting heavily, the short three minutes nearly draining all her energy.
Suddenly, the room beca pitch-black, and nurous red dots lit up on Wu Xiaoyu’s body, representing the spots where she got hit.
"Wu Xiaoyu was hit thirty-five tis."
Qin Fang introduced while looking at the computer data.
When the lights ca back on, the door opened, and a weak Wu Xiaoyu leaned against the wall and walked out.
"Are you alright?"
Tang Ming and others quickly approached to ask.
"What do you think?"
Wu Xiaoyu slumped into a chair, complaining dismally, "There were just too many hidden weapons, a veritable downpour of needles, completely unavoidable."
"Goodness, if even she ended up like that, we’re in for trouble too."
Lin Canghai swallowed, worriedly looking at Tang Ming.
"Looks like this round is all about who gets hit the least, it seems impossible to co out unscathed."
Long Ao sighed helplessly.
"Not necessarily."
Tang Ming shook his head, having been contemplating strategies while watching Wu Xiaoyu’s match.
"I’ll go next."
At this mont, Wan Yong stood up, walking towards the door expressionlessly.
"Hold on, the Hidden Weapons Room needs so ti to clean up the hidden weapons and reload."
Qin Fang glanced at the room undergoing automatic cleaning and explained with a smile.
"Why is Wan Yong suddenly so eager for this round?"
Long Ao looked at Wan Yong in surprise, unable to understand what he was planning to do.
"Typically, the big figures go at the end. Could it be he isn’t confident in himself either?"
Lin Canghai couldn’t understand either.
"Hmph, I’ll make you all give up completely."
Wan Yong snorted, turning to Fu Renjie and others, "You lot as well! Since I’m participating, don’t expect any other family to have a chance to advance, because I will be the victor."
"Oh wow, he was so low-key the first two rounds, and now he’s this arrogant, intriguing indeed."
Tang Ming chuckled; he now understood.
Right now, the martial arts tournant had beco a competition between himself and Wan Yong. Even if others were dissatisfied, they could only play supporting roles, so Wan Yong wanted to act first.
"This round isn’t suited for —if you achieve amazing results, I’ll just withdraw from the competition."
Qian Bujun knew his own limits, his large build making speed and dodging his weak points.
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