I'm Really Not a Battle-Power-Five Loser

Wang Teng finished picking up several Attribute Bubbles. Seeing that those trainees would not be dropping any more for the time being, he ran over to a corner.

Several testing machines stood there.

Strength Tester, Speed Tester, Physique Tester, and so on.

These were machines used to assess a Martial Apprentice's physical qualities. Their standards were relatively uniform, and their margins of error extremely small.

Wang Teng first walked up to the Strength Tester.

He had already learned the Basic Fist Technique, which meant he had grasped the most fundamental techniques for exerting force.

Others needed at least a month; even geniuses needed around ten days. Yet Wang Teng had needed only one night.

The gap was merely a few Attribute Bubbles!

There was no shorter distance in the world than this. Others probably would not even dare imagine it.

Wang Teng slowly planted his feet, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and relaxed his entire body.

He suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze sharpening. Like a beast on the hunt, he erupted without warning. His legs gripped the ground firmly, his waist and hips shifted slightly, his spine drew taut like a bowstring, and he threw a punch.

"Bang!"

Wang Teng's fist slammed directly into the Strength Tester.

The numbers on the Strength Tester's screen jumped wildly before finally settling on a value—143 kg!

When he had returned home last night, his strength attribute had been 135. He had just gained another 8 points, making a total of 143, which corresponded exactly to 143 kg.

That level of strength was already close to the limit for an ordinary person!

Mind you, this was limit strength!

Someone driven into a Desperate Situation might be able to unleash strength beyond their physical limits, but for ordinary people, it was difficult! Extremely difficult!

Thinking back, his initial strength attribute had been 50, roughly equivalent to an ordinary person's strength!

Good thing I'm not a battle-power-five loser!

Wang Teng consoled himself, then switched on the Speed Tester and stepped onto it.

The Speed Tester was like a treadmill. As the tester ran, the belt beneath them turned, measuring their speed.

Wang Teng began jogging slowly, then gradually accelerated until he reached his peak.

The Speed Tester would display the tester's fastest speed.

Once Wang Teng felt he had reached his maximum speed, he gradually stopped and stepped off the Speed Tester.

He looked at the displayed value. "12.7 m/s!"

Clearly, speed was not directly equivalent to the attribute value. As for precisely how the two were converted, Wang Teng did not seem to care.

It was nothing more than different numerical values.

Wang Teng was somewhat surprised by the speed he had just tested.

This had already Caught Up to the world champions in the hundred-meter dash from his previous life, hadn't it? Martial Apprentices had such terrifying physiques, let alone Martial Warriors.

"Let's check my physique too."

The Physique Tester resembled a Hibernation Pod from a sci-fi movie, standing upright in the corner.

Wang Teng walked inside and pressed the button to begin the test. A beam of light scanned his body from head to toe several times!

Physique testing included comprehensive factors such as blood, muscles, bones, meridians, and more. It was incredibly complex and could only be accomplished through advanced technology.

"Ding. Scan complete. Trainee Wang Teng, physique: 47!"

A pleasant female voice came from within the Physique Tester.

"Tsk, tsk. It even has voice broadcast functionality."

While marveling at how much more high-end the Physique Tester was than the Strength Tester and Speed Tester, Wang Teng could not help muttering to himself:

"Physique 47 corresponds to my physique attribute. It seems only speed is different."

He glanced at the Martial Disciple Level Division Table posted on the wall beside him.

The standard for a Low-level Martial Disciple was strength between 100 kg and 300 kg, a hundred-meter time between nine and seven seconds—that was roughly 11.11 m/s to 14.28 m/s—and a physique between 30 and 50.

Clearly, Wang Teng already counted as a Low-level Martial Disciple!

He was quite satisfied with this result.

What, if he was not satisfied, did he want to fly into the heavens?

After all, he had gone from an ordinary person to a Low-level Martial Disciple, saving who knew how much time compared to everyone else.

A person had to know contentment...

"Today, I'll strive to reach Intermediate Martial Disciple!" Wang Teng was brimming with enthusiasm. He decided he would go nowhere and spend the whole day in the Training Hall.

The other trainees were each training on their own and had not paid attention to Wang Teng's test results.

After all, they had only met for the first time today and had no relationship to speak of. Prying into someone else's strength without cause was truly impolite.

Just as Wang Teng had been testing, several more Attribute Bubbles had dropped at the feet of those trainees.

Wang Teng's eyes lit up. He casually passed by them and quietly picked them up.

Basic Sword Technique*3

Strength*5

Comprehension*0.6

Speed*2

"Not bad, not bad. There's even comprehension, and my Basic Sword Technique has become much more proficient!" Wang Teng rejoiced inwardly.

There were still too few people around. Wang Teng did not want to stand out too much and attract attention, so he entered the Weapon Room and swept his gaze around.

Many weapons were displayed in the weapon cabinets: swords, sabers, spears, halberds, staffs, hammers, and more.

Each major weapon category also had many subcategories. For instance, swords included longswords, shortswords, flexible swords, two-handed swords, and so on.

It could be said that the weapons here came in every variety imaginable.

No matter how obscure the weapon a trainee studied was, they could find what they needed in this Weapon Room.

Wang Teng stood before the cabinet holding swords and took down a Black Iron Sword from the "Shadow Series."

As martial arts flourished, the weapons industry naturally developed alongside it. After all, weapons were far too important to Martial Warriors.

When a Martial Warrior wielding a sharp weapon fought one without a weapon, they held every advantage.

However, the weapons provided to Martial Apprentices were all imitation weapons. Their materials were ordinary, and they lacked any attached runes.

This "Shadow Series" Black Iron Sword was pitch-black throughout, with the same specifications and weight as the genuine article, but its blade bore none of the mysterious runes.

To truly compare them—

This sword cost only a few hundred dollars, while the genuine article cost several hundred thousand. They were worlds apart.

Wang Teng weighed the Black Iron Sword in his hand. Its weight was just right.

Boys all had a certain fondness and yearning for all kinds of weapons.

Many had even dreamed of roaming the world with a sword at their side!

His previous life had been a technological society where martial arts did not exist, so Wang Teng had never had the chance to encounter such things.

Now, looking at the longsword in his hand, he felt an eager itch to try it out.

He had previously gained Basic Sword Technique attributes and gained some understanding of the Basic Sword Technique. Since the others had not yet come to train and there were no Attribute Bubbles to pick up, this was the perfect chance to go out and practice, to see the power of the Basic Sword Technique.

He left the Weapon Room, found an empty spot with no one around, and began practicing the sword technique according to the swordsmanship memories that had appeared in his mind.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

The longsword swung through the air, producing faint sounds of tearing wind.

If this struck someone, they would be dead or badly injured.

Among the trainees, the young man who had provided Wang Teng with Basic Sword Technique attributes was also practicing swordsmanship. When he saw Wang Teng emerge carrying a longsword, he was immediately somewhat surprised.

Thus, he slowly withdrew his stance and watched Wang Teng practice from afar.

"So he's just a beginner!"

However, after watching for only a moment, he shook his head and stopped paying attention.

"Why does this not feel very difficult? After practicing it twice, I've become much more proficient."

"My comprehension is only 19.3. It isn't that high either!"

Wang Teng stopped and thought in surprise.

He did not know that his 19.3 comprehension already surpassed that of ordinary people by a great deal. Naturally, he would not find cultivating basic things too difficult.

If he were learning an Origin Power Combat Skill, it would not be so easy!

Origin Power Combat Skills involved the use of Primal Force and were inherently profound and complex. Without sufficient comprehension, cultivating them would be extremely difficult.

From this, it could be seen that cultivating martial arts truly placed great importance on talent. Anyone who could become a Martial Warrior was undoubtedly a genius!

Bookmarks have reached double digits! Throwing flowers in celebration, oh~