"I have to continue my test." Shen Zifan stood up and said to Chu Zihang.

"Shen Zifan, since you have broken my record, you can also break Caesar's record, but it depends on your own thoughts." Chu Zihang said lightly.

"Caesar's record?"

"The last responsiveness test record was set by Caesar, who was very sensitive to sound and was very dominant in this test."

"Hahahaha, it turns out that Chu Zihang would also be competing. Caesar is the Italian nobleman nicknamed "Emperor".

"People always have to be competing, right? If you don't compare with others, you have to compare with yourself. Otherwise, it will be difficult for me to find a standard to measure whether I am moving forward or retreating." Chu Zihang lowered his light golden eyes.

"It's very philosophical, but why do you think I can break that Caesar's record?" Shen Zifan asked.

Chu Zihang has always been so straightforward to answer the two words "intuition."

"Why wouldn't you say that your intuition is accurate in your next sentence? I hope I won't let you down or something like "second-year quotations?"

"...No, my intuition is not very accurate, and there are many failures, but I hope you do your best."

"good."

Shen Zifan walked towards Patton school worker and Professor Guderian, and his joints twisted and snapped.

"The reaction force test will be a bit hardcore for freshmen. Have you seen four M249 light machine guns over there?" Shen Zifan looked along Patton's line of sight. Four black machine guns in the center of the site wrapped around a central round platform, with a radius of about fifty meters.

"The four muzzles will be controlled by Norma to shoot a total of 100 bullets at any angle. Your task is to let as few bullets touch yourself in the strafing of four machine guns. Of course, we are using a special bullet called Friga, which is a very small alchemy equipment. The anesthetics inside have been eliminated by the madmen in the equipment department. The moment they touch the body, it will vaporize and look like a small pile of blood, with a slight striking feeling, but it will not hurt or cause any harm to the body."

"In addition to dodging, you can also choose your most advantageous weapon from the iron frame for defense." Patton pointed to the three-layer steel frame not far away, with all kinds of cold weapons on it.

"This test is very interesting!" Shen Zifan praised.

Professor Guderian looked at Shen Zifan with a little more appreciation. No normal person would think it would be interesting to be pointed at by four black muzzles, even if it was not filled with live ammunition! It seems that the group of madmen in the executive department has a very suitable heir!

Shen Zifan walked towards the steel frame and saw an ancient Japanese-style sword. The blade was snow-white, and the serpentine pattern embellished in the arc was hidden deep in the depths of the blunt knife model or toy. This was not a blunt knife model or toy, but a sharp and sharp killer weapon. Shen Zifan weighed the weight, and the sword light splattered everywhere, and it seemed that the wailing of the dead soul tragically died under the knife could be heard in his ears.

"Shen Zifan, have you learned kendo? Will you hurt yourself with a knife that has been cut?" Professor Guderian looked a little worried.

"I haven't learned it, but I can!" Shen Zifan's lips raised and he said this stupid sentence.

Haven't learned it, but can?

Professor Guderian was puzzled by this sentence. Can you still learn this thing by yourself? How to learn it by yourself? Will there really be middle school students searching online for basic introductory tutorials for Jiandao in their spare time and practicing sword swing ten thousand times every day with the movement? That's either a lunatic or a second-year middle school student!

From the moment Shen Zifan picked up the Japanese Taidao, Chu Zihang's eyes never left him. Chu Zihang finally knew why he and Shen Zifan met for the first time at the platform of the CC1000 train.

Chu Zihang also learned kendo and received a formal education in the Youth Palace. Although he was not as good as a professional Japanese kendo master, his talent and consciousness were both superior.

Chu Zihang looked at Shen Zifan now and felt awkward.

At this time, Shen Zifan walked up to the round platform with a knife in his back hand and made a very strange position. He stepped forward and lowered his center of gravity. The keel on his spine stretched and crackled.

Shen Zifan, holding the knife, seemed to have become a different person. If he had been a free and casual boy in the past, Shen Zifan, with the knife in his hand, seemed to have become a confident... madman.

Red mist sprayed out from the dark muzzle, accompanied by a loud thunderous and lightning-like red bullets. The bullets shot straight towards Shen Zifan's chest. Norma's calculation angle was very tricky. The chest was the most difficult position for a person to defend.

Shen Zifan raised his right hand, and the Friga bullet was divided into two halves along the blade and turned into red mist. The machine gun gushed and smoke was shrouded. Shen Zifan was like an assassin hidden in the bloody mist. He could always accurately divide all targets in his sight. The speed of the bullet and Shen Zifan's movements were difficult to capture, which showed that his lower limbs had thunderous explosive power!

"Chu Zihang, which one is better, Shen Zifan or your swordsman?" Manstein looked at Shen Zifan, who was moving like thunder in the field and cut bullets wildly, couldn't help but ask Chu Zihang.

"I don't know, there is no way to compare. His swordsmanship can't tell any genre or skills. I've never seen such... weird swordsmanship." Chu Zihang didn't know how to evaluate Shen Zifan's moves for a moment. His movements were too weird and made people completely unable to predict how his next sword would be swung.

100 Friga bullets completely turned into white mist and enveloped Shen Zifan. Norma was calculating the number of touching bullets. Shen Zifan also lifted his long sword and walked out of the red mist. The blade in his hand was red as if it had just been soaked in a bloody storm. There were hundreds of mountain-like corpses piled up in the red mist.

"Touching bullets, 3."

Shen Zifan frowned as if he did not agree with this achievement. He asked Professor Guderian: "Professor, what is the record left by Caesar?"

"1." Professor Guderian also found something wrong with Shen Zifan's emotions. "Actually, you don't need to care too much about other people's grades. This grade is already impressive even at Kassel Academy..."

"It's not enough." Shen Zifan shook his head and said lightly: "I'm not targeting Caesar. I can accept the test results of sprinting, long-distance running and strength, but this one."

Shen Zifan tightly grasped the knife in his hand, and turned to the Patton school worker: "Do I have only one chance to test?"

"No... the principal said that you can test until you are most satisfied with the results." Patton was also a little shocked.

"Okay." Shen Zifan walked towards the tool holder again, and Chu Zihang and Manstein's eyes also fell on him.

Shen Zifan picked up a long sword again, and he entered the venue with his two swords. The contact lens fell down, and the madness was like a spider web that had already crawled his strange eyes.
Chapter completed!