The arrival of the Immortal Gate disciples caused an eruption of cheers from the audience. In the stands, plenty of fans waved banners and hoarsely shouted their idols’ nas.
Indeed, keeping up with the tis, many Immortal Gate disciples beca idols, and their fan bases were not small.
The focal point of public discussion these days was the Awakeners. Forr film and television stars, singers saw their fan bases shrink dramatically, and their popularity was not what it once was. Even if there were scandals about soone being cheated on or soone getting married, it was hard to make the top ten on the trending search lists.
Of course, there were also stories of so third-rate celebrities suddenly Awakening and their popularity soaring.
Tang Yu had heard that many directors were recently fundraising for new films, intending to cast exclusively Awakeners to create authentic martial arts movies. Hence, at today’s national stadium, plenty of talent scouts had infiltrated—the proportion of Awakeners among those who had made it to the semifinals was quite high.
But those directors were bound to be disappointed. Ordinary First or Second Layer Awakeners were just exceptionally strong or fast, but shattering stones with a palm strike or running up walls? That was out of the question.
When it ca to a real fight, it was nothing more than brawling—exchange punches back and forth... You couldn’t expect a group of people who had suddenly Awakened to instantly beco martial arts masters.
Even among ability users, at best, a few Fireballs or Wind Blades could completely exhaust them.
Make a movie? Cheap special effects were still more reliable.
Ordinary people entertained these ideas mostly because of the battle at West Suburb Park, where Immortal Gate disciples arrived walking on water, casually handled collapsed stone bridges like flat ground, and with a light touch, took care of the Alien Insect that even the Thirteen Bureau could not handle.
The perfect embodint of what ordinary people imagined an Awakener to be.
"But if we let Immortal Gate disciples act in their true form, that would be different."
Tang Yu thought that delving into show business could continue. It would fulfil so Immortal Gate disciples’ dreams of stardom and also expand the Gate’s influence.
"I really am a good Sect Leader..."
...
"This ti, the semifinals assessnt will adopt a weighted scoring system..."
The host, Xiang Jinghong, stood on the platform, without a microphone or loudspeaker, he used his skilled sonic Combat Skills and gathered the Qi Blood Power in his throat—his voice spread out, quelling the chaos of the venue.
The noise from the audience seats gradually subsided, and the competitors on the field held their breath, not wanting to miss a single word.
"The assessnt is divided into eighteen items. Different from the past, you do not need to pass all assessnts; rather, the total score from the assessnts will be the standard. Everyone is free to choose the order of the assessnts..."
"For each assessnt, passing earns 1 point, excellent earns 2 points, and extraordinary earns 3 points..."
"Different assessnts carry different weight, and the scores will be multiplied by the weight coefficient, such as for the punching power assessnt, the weight coefficient is one, while for the will assessnt, the coefficient is three point five..."
As the host’s voice fell,
the floor opened up in the venue, revealing what had previously been obscured.
A row of Punching Power Testers lined up one after another, and sci-fi-styled tracks were laid over the original plastic ones...
These were things the competitors could understand, but there were also so that seed quite eerie.
In one corner of the venue, two demon statues that looked like demons were placed there—grayish-white all over except for those eyes, with clear red and gray lines, as though they were about to co to life.
Next to the demon statues, there stood a sign that read "Will Assessnt Area".
"Will assessnt? How is it different from the last ti? I spent a few thousand bucks to find out how Immortal Gate conducted their last assessnt, damn it!"
Ge Long grumbled in a low voice.
"Bro Long, you’ve Awakened, what’s there to fear from any assessnt? No matter how aloof the Immortal Gate is, they wouldn’t pass up on an Awakener."
His underling flattered him.
Ge Long felt there was truth to this, as he had only Awakened two days ago, but the timing was just right. Awakened, it ant he was no longer an ordinary person. Even among the tens of thousands of competitors who had entered the semifinals within the stadium, the Awakeners were but a minority.
"... Now, the semifinals assessnts officially begin. Please queue orderly at the assessnt item you wish to participate in."
The crowds dispersed into over a dozen lines, forming long queues—the sight reminded Tang Yu of the fitness tests of his school days, where it was an hour of queuing for a fifty-second assessnt.
But... what did that have to do with him?
Soone who couldn’t even be patient, what right did they have to beco a disciple of the Immortal Gate?
Ge Long and several of his flunkies chose the Punching Power Tester as their first assessnt item. This was the most crowded one, as it was straightforward, just asuring punching power, without too much mystery.
Conversely, at the area for will assessnt with the two demon statues, there was not a single taker, only dozens of onlookers at a distance, yet none dared to step forward.
They were worried, concerned about the unknown nature of the will assessnt.
Many well-inford competitors had found out that the last ti Immortal Gate conducted a will assessnt, quite a few had made fools of themselves... Failing the assessnt was one thing, but the stadium was filled with nearly a hundred thousand spectators, and the whole thing was broadcast live. If one was caught on cara in an embarrassing mont, then... that would be shaful to a whole new level.
On the field,
The punching power test, speed test, and other tasks had already begun, while most of the competitors were still watching and waiting.
Everyone wanted to wait until they were completely sure before making a move.
However, this did not fit with the purpose of the variety show... cough, the initial intent of the Immortal Gate assessnt.
Xiang Jinghong’s voice rang out again, "The semifinal assessnt ends at five in the afternoon. Contestants, please hurry to participate in the assessnts; once the ti passes... no waiting."
Contestant 1: "..."
Contestant 2: "??"
Contestant 3: "!!"
With a boom, long lines ford in front of all the assessnt events, even for the ’Spirit Assessnt,’ where lines of over a hundred people had ford in front of the two statues.
Ge Long didn’t pay attention to the other assessnt events.
The punching power test was fast, and it would soon be his turn after a few more people.
His focus was on the contestants ahead of him the whole ti, most of their punching power was around or above a hundred kilograms, so qualifying, so not. With so much ti passed, only one person had received an excellent rating.
It was clear that scoring another point wouldn’t be easy.
"Contestant 2641, punching power test rating, exceptional."
Ge Long’s gaze instantly swept over an adjacent machine, where the flickering numbers finally stopped at ’498kg.’
And the one who had thrown that punch was a man over two ters tall, with bulging muscles, looking like an iron tower.
The muscular man laughed foolishly, obviously surprised at his own performance.
"Contestant 1453, please step forward, contestant 1453, please step forward..."
Ge Long was stunned for a mont before he rembered that he was contestant 1453. He strode forward, legs apart, took a deep breath, clenched his fist, and swung!
"Bang!"
The target trembled for several seconds before gradually calming down.
Ding Dong!
A number appeared on the Punching Power Tester.
509kg!
Ge Long couldn’t help but laugh out loud twice. According to the rules, he took another deep breath and threw two more punches.
508kg!
506kg!
The score would be the best of the three, which was 509kg.
"Contestant 1453, punching power test rating, qualified."
"It was supposed to be exceptional... Wait, what did you say?"
Ge Long was stunned.
"Contestant 1453, rating qualified, next."
The indifferent voice echoed in his ears, and the scene before him seed to drift into the distance.
After a mont, Ge Long’s eyes filled with blood as he roared, "You’re rigging this! I have proof!"
Seeing the other contestants looking over, he pointed at the Punching Power Tester and demanded, "A 498kg rating is exceptional, my punching power is even higher, why am I only qualified?!"
"Why?"
A disciple from Immortal Gate sneered, "Because he, a normal human, managed nearly five hundred kilograms of punching power, while you, an Awakener, only have five hundred and nine? The theoretical minimum punching power for an Awakener starts at five hundred!"
Ge Long turned pale, then flushed, and the strange looks from the surrounding contestants made him want to flee in despair.
At this mont,
The assessor’s voice rang out again:
"Considering contestant 1453’s inappropriate attitude, the punching power assessnt is disqualified, next..."
"Wait, you can’t do this, it’s against the rules!"
"┐(￣ヮ￣)┌ After all, we are the organizers and have the right to interpret everything."
"So being an organizer is a big deal, huh!"
Ge Long couldn’t help but retort in his indignation, always being the one imposing indignities on others, when had he ever been the one to suffer?
He couldn’t stand it!
However, the Immortal Gate disciple just shrugged nonchalantly:
"sorry, being the organizer really is a big deal."
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