Your skills are excellent, and now I have them too.

Chapter 12 The Gifted Monster

There were about ten people on the street waiting for the lockdown to be lifted.

Lu Zhao leaned against the high platform by the roadside, recalling the scene of the first soldier stabbing someone.

"They don't have any special abilities above their heads, so they should just be ordinary Qin soldiers, but their speed is at least as fast as mine when I activate Dog Breathing."

This shows that while replicating special skills does have great potential, martial arts principles are the foundation. One must master the power of martial arts to unleash the potential of multiple special skills.

If Lu Zhao possessed the same martial arts level as those soldiers, and used Dog Breathing, he would be three times faster than them.

"Zhao, you're gone."

Chen Qinhu's voice snapped him out of his thoughts; the curfew had been lifted, and all unauthorized personnel were free to leave.

Lu Zhao glanced at the passersby next to him and found that no one seemed to be particularly surprised. It seemed that most people were used to this kind of stabbing in the street.

The two headed towards the military post in the direction the soldier had pointed out. There were many people there today, and the streets outside were crowded with young people, most of whom were there to report for duty. Of course, there were also fully armed Qin soldiers patrolling to prevent any unforeseen events.

Soon, they found their classmates by the roadside.

"Ah Zhao, Qin Hu, come here quickly," Zhang Zilian called out, beckoning.

The two walked over together.

"Wow, so many people." Lu Zhao casually remarked awkwardly.

"Many of them were brought here by their parents."

After all, the conscription area is for people aged 18 to 25, and a large portion of them are students, which makes their families worry. Some of them come from counties outside the county seat, and most of them have families with them.

Lu Zhao glanced around instinctively and saw many families with worried expressions.

"The opposition to conscription is getting more and more serious," Chen Qinhu said in a low voice.

"Shh." Zhang Zilian glared at him. "Don't you dare say anything out of line. Come on, let's go inside."

He beckoned to me: "Come this way."

Several people followed, and the girl named Huang Chan said, "Isn't the queue over there?"

Zhang Zilian said expressionlessly, "My uncle will take us in; we don't need to queue."

Such a deliberately blank expression!

Lu Zhao chuckled inwardly, thinking that this guy must have put in a lot of effort to suppress his smug smile.

Regardless of motives, judging from the results, Zhang Zilian was saving everyone time.

Under his guidance, the group bypassed the crowd and reached the back of the outpost, where they were intercepted at the speed of light.

Seeing the menacing Qin soldiers, all six of them felt a chill. Fortunately, Zhang Zilian quickly made a phone call, and a middle-aged man in uniform came out shortly afterward.

The soldiers who intercepted him immediately saluted when they saw the insignia on the man's chest.

The man nodded, waved his hand casually, and told the men to patrol elsewhere.

"Are you all Zilian's classmates?"

He asked Lu Zhao and the others questions, trying his best to appear amiable, but a scar on his face made it difficult for him to be amiable.

Everyone greeted them.

"Come with me."

With this officer, who clearly held some rank, leading the way, the journey was smooth and unimpeded; there was no need to queue, and their identities were quickly verified.

"Deng Tong, take them for a medical check-up."

Zhang Zilian's uncle remained rather indifferent throughout, simply completing the task as quickly as possible before handing the person over to an ordinary soldier.

Despite this, everyone still greatly admired Zhang Zilian.

"Zilian, will your uncle be in the fleet too?"

"Hmm." He nodded reservedly.

"That's awesome! He's an officer, right? You can be his personal guard then!"

Zhang Zilian then fell silent.

Becoming a personal guard was certainly promising, and it was definitely not as dangerous as being an ordinary soldier on the front lines. However, he knew that his uncle was only a garrison commander, a rank that did not have personal guards.

Huang Chan hinted, "Could we be assigned to the same department? Classmates should stick together."

It's clear that this girl has a strong dependency mentality and always wants to be with familiar people, whether they are family or classmates.

"That's hard to say. I'll ask my uncle later." Zhang Zilian wasn't sure, so he didn't boast and left himself some room for maneuver.

The soldier named Deng Tong overheard the conversation between the students and couldn't help but chuckle, recalling his own early days in the army.

He led the way to a separate building, where various medical examination rooms were lined up in the corridor on the first floor, with several people queuing at the door, all of whom were there to register today.

"Go through the checks in order, and then bring the report back to me."

The physical examination is the last step before registration. Once the identity of the recruit is confirmed and there are no physical defects, the current goal is achieved. In a few days, everyone will be notified to enlist and head to the star system where the expeditionary force is assembled.

Here, you can only wait in line obediently, but the military doctor is very quick, so it didn't take long.

"What a pity, why don't I have any hidden diseases?"

Wang Chan muttered to herself that if she was found to have a medical condition that would make her unsuitable for military service, she wouldn't have to go. At this point, her last glimmer of hope was extinguished.

It is worth mentioning that methods such as cutting off one's own arm cannot exempt one from military service, because military technology is sufficient to equip one with a prosthetic arm comparable to a normal arm.

After the basic medical examinations are completed, there's only one last thing left.

[Martial Arts Talent]

This is the sign hanging at the entrance of this department.

There was also a piece of paper pasted below the sign, with a lot of explanations written on it.

The aptitude test is just a preliminary assessment and has no other purpose. Don't ask which unit you'll be assigned to. The accuracy rate of the test is only about 60%, it's an approximate result. If your aptitude is low, that's it; the equipment isn't broken. You'll still enlist even if you have low aptitude.

It seems the military doctors are quite impatient with these common problems.

Below the posted instructions is a table.

[0-60 points, average score.]

[61-70 points, shows a little bit of talent.]

[71-80 points, shows potential, with the possibility of learning a special skill.]

"What's your special skill?"

Among the six, a boy named Wang Dongyu asked.

Chen Qinhu explained it to him; people who have never been exposed to martial arts wouldn't know these things.

After he finished, he muttered to himself, "Is 80 points the highest possible score?"

Perhaps because he knew what stunts were, the military doctor sitting at the door said, "If you go any higher, someone will come looking for you."

His point was that if someone has such high talent, there would be more specialized personnel to take care of them, so there's no need to explain it here.

The six of them entered the room together and saw a very simple machine inside, which looked like a refrigerator. There were some buttons and grooves on the side that they couldn't understand, and they didn't know what it was for.

"Sit down, roll up your sleeves, we're drawing blood," the nurse said coldly.

After a moment's hesitation among the six people about who should go first, Lu Zhao pushed Chen Qinhu forward.

Why are you looking so grumpy, Tiger? Go ahead and give them a little shock of their martial arts talent.

Chen Qinhu sat down, had his blood drawn, and then the doctor sitting behind the table placed the vial of blood into a recess in the refrigerator machine.

"Finish your smoke and leave, next person sit down."

The process is very formulaic.

Seeing that someone had taken the lead, Zhang Zilian went to sit down as the second person to do so. Just as his bottom touched the chair, the machine displayed Chen Qinhu's score.

【90】

???

At that moment, he really wanted to change players.

With that shining 90s around, whoever sits here now is a clown.

Lu Zhao, standing beside him, was delighted.

"My brother is a prodigy!"