Punching Force 7408

Everyone looked over, and there came Huang Tianyu, radiating charisma, flanked by Xu Qingqing and another dashing young man.

"Senior Sister Xu and Senior Brother Wei are here too!"

"These three are all on the rankings board. They must be here to test their punching force and aim for higher positions, right?"

Among the newcomers in Area 8, Huang Tianyu and the other two were truly prominent figures.

From the day the rankings board was launched, the trio had consistently held their positions. Now, three months later, not to mention Huang Tianyu, Xu Qingqing and Wei Xiao's rankings had steadily improved.

Xu Qingqing was already nearing the top fifty, while Wei Xiao was on the verge of breaking into the top twenty.

"These three are indeed remarkable," Yang Chen thought to himself amidst the crowd.

Among the Area 8 newcomers, Huang Tianyu was the undisputed number one. However, the second spot wasn't Wei Xiao's, but belonged to a disciple named Xue Cang. Wei Xiao was third, and Xu Qingqing was currently fifth.

In total, thirteen people from Area 8 had made it onto the board. Among the ten major districts of Nineteen Peaks, this ranked them third.

Under everyone's gaze, Huang Tianyu strode towards the Testing Stele. The onlookers spontaneously parted, making him appear even more extraordinary.

At the base of the Testing Stele, Huang Tianyu gathered his strength and threw a punch.

The Testing Stele remained motionless, but a striking number appeared on its stone surface – 13123.

"Punching force of 13123 kilograms!!"

"We're all human, why is the gap so huge?"

"My current punching force is only 1500 kilograms, and he's already surpassed ten thousand?"

All the disciples who saw this figure for the first time gasped, completely stunned by the incredible punching force.

"Senior Brother Huang is too terrifying. In just seven days, his punching force has increased by over 400 kilograms! I really don't know how he cultivates."

"Is he about to break through to Qi Martial Ninth Level? Qi Martial Ninth Level at sixteen, sigh..."

Some disciples who had been closely following Huang Tianyu's progress had complex expressions. Although they were all Labor Disciples, everyone knew that Huang Tianyu was destined to be promoted to the Outer Sect, a leap in status. As for themselves, they would most likely still be lingering around Labor Peak.

"This person is indeed my formidable rival, but I want to see how far your resources can support you!"

"You can show off in the Qi Martial Realm, but once you step into the Blood Martial Realm, it's yet to be seen who is stronger!"

In the crowd, a thin disciple watched all this with cold eyes. This was Xue Cang, ranked ninth, now just one step away from Qi Martial Eighth Level, and also a top-tier figure.

After testing his punching force, Huang Tianyu glanced at the Rankings Board. Seeing his name still in third place, his face revealed no hint of pride or disappointment.

He moved aside, and Wei Xiao stepped forward arrogantly, throwing a punch that appeared casual but was actually filled with stored power.

The stone stele remained still, displaying five digits – 10482 kilograms!

Upon seeing this number, many people exclaimed in surprise again.

Hearing the crowd's astonishment, Wei Xiao made no effort to hide his arrogance. He looked up at the Rankings Board and saw his rank had jumped from twenty-first to seventeenth.

"It's okay, I guess," he said, feigning dissatisfaction, though the corners of his mouth curled up, betraying his inner pride.

He moved aside, and Xu Qingqing approached the Testing Stele. Her delicate red lips pursed slightly as she also threw a punch.

Soon, the result appeared – 8710 kilograms!

Amidst the crowd's discussion, she also looked at the Rankings Board and saw her name move to the forty-eighth position.

The disciples' praise for Xu Qingqing's progress was endless. She had always been popular, and in terms of popularity alone, she was not inferior to Huang Tianyu.

She walked away coolly and entered the mess hall with Huang Tianyu and the other two.

After these three departed, the other ranked disciples from Area 8 came forward one after another. When Xue Cang appeared, there were naturally more gasps. His ranking hadn't changed; he remained in ninth place.

Xue Cang left indifferently, and a young man with thick eyebrows stepped forward.

"Senior Brother Meng is here."

Meng Shijun walked to the Testing Stele and also threw a punch with gathered strength.

The Testing Stele responded – 7489 kilograms.

Looking at the Rankings Board:

[Eighty-third place: Meng Shijun, Cultivation: Qi Martial Fifth Level, Region: Area 8]

Seeing his ranking move up one spot, Meng Shijun was reasonably satisfied.

Unlike his initial arrogance, after the Rankings Board was established, he realized the gap between himself and others. Since then, he had become much more low-key.

Fortunately, he was still on the board, which was not a disgrace to the reputation of the Meng Clan of Leizhou.

After learning the result, Meng Shijun made way, preparing to go to the mess hall for a meal. But as soon as he moved aside, a familiar figure walked over.

"Yang Chen!"

Upon seeing the newcomer, a flicker of an unidentifiable light flashed in Meng Shijun's eyes. The two had argued in the past, but there were no further conflicts between them afterward.

Meng Shijun had initially looked down on Yang Chen and had almost forgotten about him in the past few months. However, the last time he came to test his punching force, he discovered that Yang Chen had also made it onto the board, which filled him with mixed feelings.

"Even if he's on the board, he's definitely not as good as me."

With this thought, Meng Shijun stopped, wanting to see what was happening.

"It's Senior Brother Yang, he was ninety-ninth on the rankings last time."

Few disciples recognized Yang Chen, but one or two who knew the situation whispered amongst themselves.

While the gap between Yang Chen and Huang Tianyu was indeed huge, Yang Chen was still someone who had made the rankings, and thus a topic of discussion.

"It's been ten days since his Punching Force was tested; he's probably about to fall off the board."

Yang Chen felt relaxed. The performances of Huang Tianyu and the others didn't affect him at all. Compared to Huang Tianyu and the others, he even had a slight advantage.

If he improved a little, his ranking would increase a little, but for Huang Tianyu to improve even one spot seemed extraordinarily difficult.

He seriously threw a punch.

The stone stele quickly gave its feedback—7408 kilograms!

Seeing this number, Yang Chen didn't react much, but the disciples who had met Cao Fan last time were shocked:

"Quick, look at the rankings! Senior Brother Yang's position has risen to eighty-fourth!"

"It's incredible! He was ninety-ninth last time, and he actually jumped fifteen spots?"

"How do these people even cultivate? In ten days, I've only increased my Punching Force by a little over a hundred kilograms!"

Yang Chen's performance shocked many, but among the crowd, the most stunned was undoubtedly Meng Shijun.

"This is impossible!"

Meng Shijun's eyes were about to pop out. This was the last day of the third month. For the past two months, Yang Chen had been nowhere to be seen, so how could he suddenly appear now?

"He's only one spot behind me. Am I going to be surpassed by him?"

Meng Shijun's expression was priceless. He didn't have any major grudges with others, so being surpassed by them was acceptable. But Yang Chen had a history with him. If he were to be surpassed, wouldn't it be a huge embarrassment?

"No, I have to maintain my ranking. I can't let this guy laugh at me!"

Meng Shijun vowed inwardly. He didn't care who he lost to, but he absolutely couldn't lose to Yang Chen.

"Not bad, eighty-fourth!"

Yang Chen nodded with satisfaction. This proved that his progress during this period had been significant. Or rather, while he maintained his previous rate of progress, others had slowed down.

He saw Meng Shijun's name but felt nothing. There was no deep hatred between them, and naturally, no malicious pleasure in crushing the other person.