As time passed, the selection finally began.
The crowd surrounding the empty space also became denser.
It was always human nature to watch the show. Many people wanted to see which lucky ones would be able to make the leap and become the people of Uptown.
The selection was actually very simple. It was not anything particularly complicated.
There were ten stone locks of different sizes on the open space, representing different weights. The lowest weight was 30 pounds, and the highest was 210 pounds.
All the participants were strictly limited to 16 years old and below, and their physical fitness was assessed according to the number of stone chains they could lift.
This selection was very simple, but it was a little unfair to the people at the bottom.
After all, a person with a good family background, as long as he exercised a little, would be stronger than the lower-class people who did not have enough to eat or wear.
Of course, apart from that, there was another very important step, which was to feel the bones.
These gangs that controlled the Uptown were more similar to some martial arts gangs in this aspect. They paid more attention to quality than quantity.
It was precisely because of the bone touching segment that many people at the bottom had the opportunity to join a sect and become the people of the Uptown.
Of course, the probability of this happening was very small.
"Clang!"
A melodious, trembling sound exploded in the air.
A muscular man with a club in his hand knocked on a copper gong that was half the height of a person.
As the voice rang out, the dense discussion in the surrounding crowd fell silent.
The man who struck the gong looked at the crowd that had quickly quieted down. He nodded in satisfaction and cleared his throat.
"Now, let's invite the deacons to enter.”
In addition to the stone locks, there were three tables and chairs on the empty ground.
At this moment, three men with calm expressions and wearing different clothes entered the arena under the watchful eyes of the crowd.
There were a total of three major sects in the Uptown. These three sects firmly controlled the entire Upper City District and even the entire Rock City. It could be said that they were the local emperors here.
These three gangs were the Red Tiger Gang, the Blood Evil Gang, and the Zhengyang Gang.
During every selection, each sect would send out a deacon to scout for talents for their sect.
After the three deacons took their seats, the selection officially began.
First, he tested the Rock Lifting Lock, and then he touched the bones.
The people who came forward were all youths who were not yet sixteen years old. Occasionally, one or two women would appear. However, looking at their gorgeously dressed appearance, it was more accurate to say that they had other thoughts than calling it a selection.
As the youths raised their heavy stone locks one after another, waves of exclamations rang out from the crowd.
Every time a new youth broke the record of the stone lock, the crowd would cheer continuously. This lively atmosphere seemed to be watching an interesting performance.
The three deacons sitting at the side did not pay much attention to the selection in the arena.
To them, the performance of these little fellows had not reached the point where they were interested.
In the blink of an eye, half of the long queue had ended.
The man in the middle was wearing a long black robe. There were three claw-like scratches on his chest and three red marks. He looked at the youths who had finished the test and shook his head in disdain.
"Looks like we can't find any good seedlings this time. They're really getting worse and worse.”
"Deacon Li, you can't say that. After all, the results of the bone touching haven't come out yet, right? Besides, didn't your Crimson Tiger Gang recruit a good seedling two years ago?”
The one who spoke was a fat man in black sitting on the right side of Deacon Li. He had a kind smile on his face. His chest was embroidered with the same embroidery as Deacon Li's, representing his own sect.
Different from the claw marks, there were three drops of blood on the man's chest that could drip at any time.
Hearing the fat man's words, a hint of fear flashed across the eyes of the deacon surnamed Li as he smiled faintly.
"Deacon Li, you are wrong. The good seedlings of your Blood Evil Gang are not inferior to ours.”
The two of them chatted and laughed. It seemed that their relationship was very harmonious. On the contrary, the man sitting on the far left remained silent and did not participate in the conversation between the two of them.
As they spoke, the long queue finally reached Lin Yu's place.
"Go, do your best."
Faced with Zhang Niu's encouragement, Lin Yu nodded and walked towards the field.
When the surrounding crowd saw Lin Yu appear, many people booed.
Compared to the surrounding teenagers who were at least thirteen or fourteen years old, Lin Yu, who was only ten years old, looked so out of place. Although his small body looked a little strong in a cotton coat, he was still far from the surrounding teenagers.
"Where did this little brat come from? Hurry up and go back to drinking milk.”
"It's still a problem if this little guy can even lift 30 pounds.”
"What a waste of time.”
All kinds of discussions immediately sounded around them, and none of them were optimistic about Lin Yu.
Liu Qianqian, who was standing in the crowd, saw Lin Yu go on stage. Her eyes lit up and she cheered silently in her heart.
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