My Apologies, I Lost Control

The Martial Association President also showed little interest.

He stood up and patted Li Yutang on the shoulder.

"Yutang, let's go!"

"This last one isn't likely to be a martial artist prodigy!"

"There's no point in watching any further!"

Li Yutang glanced dismissively at Jiang Fan, shook his head slightly, and stood up with the Martial Association President.

The assessment area.

In front of the Qi and Blood Testing Device, Jiang Fan extended his finger, waiting for the staff to collect blood.

However, after extending his finger for a while, there was no response from the staff. He looked up in surprise, only to see the staff member with a cold expression.

"No need!"

"Let's do the second test first!"

"Go throw a punch!"

Jiang Fan was slightly stunned. He looked at the other assessors and saw that they also had grim expressions. He immediately understood their intentions.

The first test, the Qi and Blood test, required blood collection and other steps, which were relatively troublesome!

The second test, the Combat Power test, only required throwing a punch to measure combat power.

If Jiang Fan couldn't meet the standard for a martial artist, he naturally wouldn't pass the combat power test, thereby saving the step of the Qi and Blood test.

So, they're judging me by my outer-city status and think I'm wasting their time?

As expected, status matters everywhere!

Thinking this, Jiang Fan smiled and shook his head, following the staff's instructions, he walked over to the Combat Power Testing Device.

He clenched his fist, mobilized his Qi and Blood, and threw a punch with all his might.

A loud bang!

In the room, the assessors were originally watching with cold indifference, and some had even started packing their things, preparing to leave.

But the sudden sound made one of the assessors' hands tremble, and the teacup in his hand clattered onto the table.

They all suddenly looked towards the Combat Power Testing Device.

They saw the numbers on the screen climbing madly.

After more than ten seconds, the numbers settled!

4678!

In his frustration, Jiang Fan had unleashed a combat power tens of points higher than usual!

The assessors were dumbfounded!

The Martial Association President, who was about to leave the room with Li Yutang, was attracted by the explosion and quickly looked back.

When he saw the string of numbers on the screen, he froze on the spot.

Jiang Fan shook his hand and looked at everyone's stunned expressions, smiling dismissively in his heart.

Since you judge by status, I'll just have to rely on strength to impress you!

"Can I proceed with the first Qi and Blood test now?"

The staff member was startled by Jiang Fan's voice and stammered.

"Oh, oh... yes... yes!"

"This way, please!"

Saying that, he hurriedly took two steps to get the blood collection needle!

Jiang Fan glanced at him indifferently and walked towards the Qi and Blood Testing Device.

But before he could reach his spot, a figure flashed before his eyes and appeared in front of him.

Looking up, he saw the Martial Association President looking at Jiang Fan with sparkling eyes.

"Young man, how old are you?"

The Martial Association President asked abruptly.

Jiang Fan replied calmly.

"17!"

17! The Martial Association President's breathing suddenly quickened!

He was one year younger than Li Yutang but possessed significantly higher combat power than him!

A genius!

A youth even more talented than Li Yutang!

"You..."

Just as the Martial Association President was about to say more, Jiang Fan said calmly.

"How about we talk after the assessment?"

The Martial Association President was stunned, then quickly smiled.

"Yes, yes, yes, you should get assessed first!"

He looked at Jiang Fan eagerly, completely oblivious to the dark expression on Li Yutang's face behind him.

Jiang Fan walked to the Qi and Blood Testing Device.

The staff member had already prepared the blood collection needle.

"Please extend your hand!"

Jiang Fan extended his finger. The staff member, trembling slightly, took the blood and placed the needle back on the Qi and Blood Testing Device.

Beep, beep, beep!

After more than ten seconds, the Qi and Blood Testing Device displayed Jiang Fan's Qi and Blood value.

"35.3!"

The assessment officers behind him exclaimed.

The Martial Association President realized something, his eyes growing even hotter!

If Jiang Fan's Qi and Blood value had been in the 40s, he might not have been so surprised!

This was because it was converted based on combat power.

But now that Jiang Fan's Qi and Blood value was measured at only 35, it meant he had broken through the Qi and Blood to combat power ratio by at least 30%.

That was 30%! This meant Jiang Fan could fight someone whose strength was 30% greater than his own!

He must have a high-level cultivation technique, and he must have cultivated it to an extremely deep level!

Thinking of this, the Martial Association President looked towards the assessment area.

He saw that a few assessment officers had gathered around, and Wei Xin was looking intently at the Martial Association President.

The Martial Association President said helplessly.

"Your Qi and Blood and combat power are both weaker than his, so it's not suitable!"

"I'll find someone else..."

Before he could finish, Wei Xin interrupted him.

"Martial Association President, I'll go!"

"Don't forget, combat isn't just about Qi and Blood and combat power, it also requires combat consciousness!"

The Martial Association President was stunned, then realized Wei Xin was right!

In actual combat assessments, Qi and Blood and combat power were the foundation, but the real victory or defeat was closely related to combat consciousness.

Although Wei Xin's Qi and Blood was not as good as Jiang Fan's, the difference wasn't that significant!

Furthermore, he had always followed the Martial Arts Association in hunting Monstrous Beasts, so his combat experience was definitely not something a young man like Jiang Fan could compare to.

He had just been shocked by Jiang Fan's Qi and Blood and combat power, and hadn't thought of this for a moment.

With Wei Xin's reminder, he suddenly felt that Jiang Fan really might lose to Wei Xin.

"Alright!"

"When you spar later, be careful!"

"Don't hurt him!"

Wei Xin nodded excitedly upon hearing the Martial Association President's agreement.

"Don't worry, President, I'll hold back!"

As a Martial Artist, Wei Xin naturally knew what kind of genius Jiang Fan was at his age and with his strength!

To put it exaggeratedly, Jiang Fan was currently a precious treasure in the eyes of the Martial Association President.

One could tell from the Martial Association President's demeanor.

How could he dare to hurt Jiang Fan?

Jiang Fan arrived at the actual combat assessment area.

Wei Xin, standing opposite him, gave a slight bow. Jiang Fan returned the courtesy in a proper manner.

"Third item, actual combat assessment, begin!"

Following the staff member's command.

Wei Xin suddenly exerted force with his feet and charged towards Jiang Fan.

Simultaneously, he formed his hands into palms and aimed to strike Jiang Fan's neck.

But halfway through his charge, he felt a flash before his eyes, and his target instantly vanished.

Then, a sudden pain in his abdomen sent his body flying backward.

He slammed hard into the wall behind him, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood!

Several people looked over in shock, only to see Jiang Fan standing in place, seemingly having not moved at all.

He was... taken down in an instant?

What incredible speed!

A sense of disbelief instantly spread throughout the arena.

The Martial Association President's eyes widened. He pointed at Jiang Fan, his mouth opening and closing, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

"Wei Xin, are you alright?"

Someone reacted and quickly went to check on Wei Xin's injuries.

With the support of others, Wei Xin managed to stand up. He waved his hand.

"I'm fine!"

Then, he looked at Jiang Fan with a complicated expression.

"I lost!"

Jiang Fan nodded.

"My apologies, I didn't hold back enough!"

While his words sounded like an apology, they also carried a hint of showing off.

In an instant, everyone in the arena wore strange expressions.