"Beep, beep, beep!" Hearing three consecutive beeps from the boxing strength testing machine, the instructor couldn't help but look confused.
Normally, the boxing strength testing machine wouldn't make this sound; it only beeps when the punching force exceeds 1,000 kg. As Wei Wen struck the boxing target, it shook violently, and the screen displayed the punching force data: "1180 kg."
"So much?" The instructor stared in disbelief.
Typically, a punching strength of 700 kg is required to be considered an advanced student, and many candidates who come for the assessment hover around that level. However, Wei Wen had just arrived for his assessment, and his strength was astonishingly high—it was simply unbelievable.
Outside the senior students' teaching building, Jiang Nian, a middle-aged man in black with a bald head, had just returned.
"Dip, beep, beep!"
Jiang Nian was surprised by the sound emanating from the building.
"The boxing strength testing machines in the advanced student teaching building are first-class. They only beep when the punching strength exceeds 1,000 kilograms," Jiang Nian murmured, intrigued. "Among the senior students of our Yi'an District Extreme Martial Arts School, it seems only one person can achieve such a punch. Who could it be?"
Curiosity piqued, Jiang Nian quickly entered the teaching building.
"This person... doesn't seem to be a senior student," he observed, stunned. He was familiar with all the senior students, and there were only a handful of them. Wei Wen was clearly new and appeared quite young.
With such impressive strength at such a young age, he was evidently confident in passing the quasi-martial artist assessment and the actual combat evaluation to become a true warrior.
As an instructor in a martial arts school, Jiang Nian was always eager to discover talented students and reap the rewards.
"Student, please come here." Instructor Jiang Nian smiled and called out to Wei Wen. "May I ask your name and age?"
"Wei Wen, 18 years old," Wei Wen replied simply.
"Very good! To meet the physical fitness requirements for a martial artist at such a young age... perhaps I'll have to rely on you to help me earn contributions to the martial arts gym in the future," Jiang Nian said, beaming.
"You're here to assess for senior student status, right? Come on; I'll help you with the formalities."
"Thank you, instructor," Wei Wen said with a smile.
"You're welcome. Once you officially become a warrior, how about joining my Extreme Martial Arts Gym?" Jiang Nian suggested, grinning. "As long as you become a martial artist here, our school will arrange a single-family villa for you in the best area. If you continue to excel, I'll recommend you to the superiors for more resources."
"No problem," Wei Wen replied, smiling lightly.
He had initially planned to join the Extreme Martial Arts Gym, recognizing the excellent benefits it offered.
After completing the relevant procedures, Wei Wen successfully obtained his senior student certificate, fulfilling one of his goals.
On the morning of June 6th, the sky was clear and the air fresh.
Luo Feng and Wei Wen were walking to the Extreme Martial Arts Gym in Yi'an District. Seeing Wei Wen, who had been lying low for several years, finally making his way to the martial arts gym for the first time surprised Luo Feng. What shocked him even more was what Wei Wen said next.
"On July 7th, let's go to the Extreme Martial Arts Headquarters in Yangzhou City for the quasi-martial arts assessment," Wei Wen suggested with a smile.
In addition to leaning on Luo Feng for support, Wei Wen had also discovered he could obtain resources through the plot.
"Are you sure you'll pass the quasi-martial artist examination?" Luo Feng exclaimed, astonished.
The quasi-martial artist assessment? If he remembered correctly, Wei Wen hadn't practiced seriously for a long time. He assumed that if his punching strength were tested, Wei Wen would barely measure up to an intermediate student.
But then again, Luo Feng knew Wei Wen well enough to realize he wouldn't lie. In other words, it was entirely possible that Wei Wen genuinely had the strength to pass the quasi-martial artist examination—but how could that be?
"It's just an assessment for prospective warriors. I'm not taking it seriously at all," Wei Wen replied with a light smile. "If you don't believe me, how about we arm wrestle?"
The real reasons behind Wei Wen's participation in the assessment were to secure resources and motivate Luo Feng to work harder.
"Alright, let's do it!" Luo Feng said, extending his right hand.
"Come on!" Wei Wen matched his gesture, and they began their arm wrestling match.
Luo Feng's right arm trembled slightly as he summoned all his strength. His arm felt like a lever, straining to lift Wei Wen's hand. He didn't hold back and put everything he had into the contest, while Wei Wen patiently awaited Luo Feng's effort before applying his own strength.
"Such strength!" Luo Feng gasped, surprised by Wei Wen's power.
There were only three senior students at their Third High School, and Luo Feng was one of them. Though he usually maintained a calm demeanor, he felt a surge of pride in his abilities. He believed he had a good chance of passing the quasi-martial artist examination.
Yet, thinking back, Wei Wen had been slacking off in class and had barely practiced in recent years. How could he possess such strength now? This realization made Luo Feng serious.
"I must surpass this genius Wei Wen!" he thought to himself, determination welling up inside him.
To the average person, competing against a prodigy like Wei Wen seemed impossible. However, to Luo Feng, Wei Wen was simply the first target he wanted to catch up to.
Unaware of the principle behind the "stupid bird flies first," Luo Feng resolved to work even harder in the future. If Wei Wen knew about Luo Feng's self-imposed pressure, he would probably laugh heartily.
But looking at Luo Feng's expression, Wei Wen felt that he had accomplished his goal; as long as Luo Feng was motivated, that was all that mattered.
They soon arrived at the teaching building for senior students at the Extreme Martial Arts Gym.
"Luo Feng and Wei Wen are taking part in the quasi-warrior assessment?"
"But Luo Feng only became a senior student last year. How could he qualify for the quasi-martial arts assessment this year?"
"Isn't Wei Wen just an intermediate student?"
"No, I heard that Wei Wen updated his student ID card yesterday. They say he punched 1180kg with one hit."
Hiss!
Deep down, the senior students struggled to believe that Wei Wen and Luo Feng met the physical fitness requirements to become warriors. But the reality was undeniable: their strength placed them on a different level.
Nan'an Community, Luo Feng's House
"Xiao Feng, that's enough. Let's take a break," Luo Hongguo said, looking at Luo Feng with concern. Although Luo Feng had always worked hard, he had never pushed himself to the point of exhaustion like this before.
Finally, after completing his last move, Luo Feng collapsed to the ground, nearly drained of energy. "Wei Wen's talent is beyond mine, so I have to work harder," he panted, breathing heavily.
Luo Feng's parents had heard about Wei Wen's strength from him, and they understood why their son was pushing himself so relentlessly.
Ding! Your friend Luo Feng is practicing Shenfa. Your awareness of Shenfa is continuing to improve. Congratulations on entering the micro level!
Meanwhile, Wei Wen, resting on his bed, glanced at the notifications before him and sat up in shock as if he were recovering from an illness.