Regina, Eugene's granddaughter, came out.
Clive was ready to play because he was No. 1201, right behind her.
As he walked in, he brushed past Regina.
She saw Clive and said sarcastically, "I hope you get into high school." Then she turned and left.
"Boring." Clive was not interested in this kind of child's competition at all. He walked straight into room 1200.
On this side, Regina wanted to leave after meeting her grandfather. But she was stopped by Cornell. He smiled and said, "Since you're here, let's see. Let me see if the grandson of an old soldier can get into high school."
As soon as he entered, the staff member put down the cup in his hand, stood up, and said, "Let me explain the rules to you first."
"The test this time does not limit the number of attacks, but you only have ten minutes. and the final result is based on the average, so you have to grasp the number of attacks yourself."
"In this test, as long as you can exert 900 kilograms of strength, you can choose any one of the six to two high schools. If you want to enter no. 1 High School, in addition to the recommendation, you must also meet one condition, which is to exert 900 kilograms of strength with the stone-opening fist."
After explaining the rules, the staff sat down again. To them, these people's test was like a child's play.
At first, they were a little interested, but after understanding their average strength, they were not interested at all.
In his opinion, this slightly thin student in front of him could at most hit a force of 600 kg.
After all, given his age, even if he started cultivating in his mother's womb, it would only take him more than ten years.
Just as he drank a large mouthful of water and was about to sit on the stool to watch the show, Clive punched.
The punch landed on the dynamometer, and the numbers jumped rapidly.
100, 200, 300.
The staff member only looked at it lightly.
He estimated that 500 kilograms were the limit of the boy in front of him.
But the wildly jumping number surprised him.
500.
600.
700.
The staff member could not help but stand up.
900.
1000!
A cow's roar sounded in the room.
Finally, it stopped at the number 1,400.
At this time, the shocked staff member had the time to swallow the water in his mouth.
The staff member could not help but pick up the list in his hand again and looked at the photo on it carefully. Yes, it was him, a 16-year-old martial artist.
Thinking of this, the staff member felt a chill down his spine. What kind of force could nurture a 16-year-old martial artist?
The master had the City Lord's back. His son only had a strength of 950 kilograms during the test last year.
On the other hand, Clive was deep in thought. His current punch only had a strength of 1,400 kilograms. If he used the 'Tablet Opening Fist', how much strength would it increase?
He took a deep breath and then threw a punch.
Bang!
His punch had a force of 3,000 kilograms.
The entire apparatus was trembling.
And the staff member had almost spat out the water he had drunk earlier.
3,000!
A sixteen-year-old high-level fighter?
Who on Earth was this person? Just as doubts arose in the tester's heart, he was struck deep in thought by a series of bangs.
After testing the strength of the 'Tablet Opening Fist', Clive could not help but want to test his own limits and use the results of the Origins Scripture.
The average value displayed on the machine was constantly rising.
3,400.
4,200.
5,200.
Finally, it was fixed on the number 5,500.
This test also gave Clive a hint of understanding, and he began to deduce the Origins Scripture in his heart.
This deduction lasted for more than ten minutes, and the tester was like a primary school student who had been lectured by a leader. He stood by the side and waited quietly.
The test outside had already ended, and many of the people following Clive had already walked out.
The people in the hall were walking less and less.
"Forget it," Eugene said as he looked at the empty hall. "Who knows what went wrong with the equipment in his room. Let's go."
Just as he was pulling his granddaughter away, the door to Clive's room suddenly opened, and a purple light lit up the room.
Following that, a staff member shouted, "A new Fighter has been born!"
This attracted the attention of the other staff members in the hall, and many people immediately surrounded him.
Eugene, who was standing outside the crowd, saw Clive, who was adored by the stars, and could not help but gape.
"A sixteen-year-old high-level fighter?"
Regina remembered what she had said to him. She blushed and pulled Eugene away.
"Grandpa said that he wanted to give you a surprise. How is it now?"
"Okay, I'll go back tonight and ask grandma to cook beef for you and buy a pot of wine. We'll have a good time together."
By night time, all the tests in all the districts had ended.
The review phase began.
Especially for the key students who were admitted to the first and second high schools, three teachers were doing a cross-check.
In a room, two teachers and a staff member of the martial arts school were watching a video.
Suddenly, someone jumped up. "F*ck, this is too fierce."
"What's going on?" Two people who heard Clive's voice surrounded him.
They saw Clive's test.
After watching the video, the three of them could not help but fall silent for a moment.
"A 16-year-old high-level martial artist with an average fist strength of 5,500 kilograms! Teacher Zhang Fan, what do you think?"
"What do I think? I think that this kid must have cheated. Every year, there are many students who want to get into No. 1 High School. It's not strange for a few of them to cheat."
"Impossible!" The staff member of the dojo immediately retorted. "In our Heaven and Earth Dojo, there is absolutely no possibility of cheating."
"How about this, let him come back for another test tomorrow. The three of us will watch over him together. This time, he can't cheat, right?"
"Okay."
At night, Clive suddenly received a text message that read: [Congratulations to Clive for passing the test at Zhengyang City's First High School. Please go to the Heaven and Earth Martial Arts School tomorrow morning at nine o'clock to participate in the second test.]
Second Test? Clive immediately understood what they meant when he saw this term. They must have suspected his strength and felt that he had cheated, so they invited him to take the test again.
Clive did not take it to heart.
Instead, he put his mind on the insights he had gained from today's test.
As he continued to deduce the cultivation method, he discovered a new perfection in the Origins Scripture.
That was to control one's aura.
Martial artists had strong auras, so even if they were far away, they could feel a wave of heat coming towards them.
However, in the deduction of the Origins Scripture, this was a huge waste.
It was also a manifestation of not controlling one's Qi and blood to the extreme. If one could control all the Qi in one's body and form a leakless golden body, then it would be a true body refinement.