Rumors Are Wrong, He Is That Legendary Genius Martial Artist

"First trial, strength test begins. Lift the stone lock using only your own strength and hold it for three seconds."

As the examiner announced, the martial artists walked to a row of stone locks.

Each stone lock was marked with a weight, ranging from five hundred to one thousand jin. According to the rules for this round, lifting five hundred jin was considered passing, and the heavier the stone lock lifted, the higher the evaluation.

However, lifting a stone lock weighing over five hundred jin was not an easy feat. It required a cultivation base of at least Body Tempering Realm sixth level.

"Luo Feng, five hundred jin, passed, next!"

"Xiao Yan, six hundred jin, not bad, next!"

"Wang Dong, five hundred and fifty jin, passed, next!"

"Fang Ping, seven hundred jin, not bad, next!"

Most martial artists in the Body Tempering Realm could only lift stone locks weighing five or six hundred jin.

Only a rare few martial artists at the ninth level of the Body Tempering Realm could lift stone locks weighing around seven hundred jin, drawing gasps of admiration from the crowd.

It was Chen Hu's turn.

Amidst the expectant gazes of the crowd.

He walked directly to the eight-hundred-jin stone lock, stretched his limbs, took a deep breath, exerted force with his arms, and forcefully lifted the stone lock over his head, holding it for a full three breaths.

As he lowered the stone lock, his face flushed.

The Strongman announced loudly.

"Chen Hu, eight hundred jin, excellent."

"An eight-hundred-jin stone lock is almost the limit of physical strength. This Chen Hu is truly formidable."

"Indeed, unless one cultivates external martial arts, the limit for ordinary martial artists is an eight-hundred-jin stone lock. Nine hundred jin, one thousand jin stone locks are simply not meant for ordinary martial artists."

"Only heavenly prodigies can lift them."

"Being able to lift an eight-hundred-jin stone lock, I reckon Chen Hu's body tempering technique is also quite good, with a solid foundation."

"Comparing oneself to others is infuriating. I heard this Chen Hu is only twenty-two this year, already a True Qi Realm martial artist, and his uncle is a Captain in the Imperial Guard. His future is boundless."

The Strongmen participating in the assessment looked at Chen Hu with envy.

Chen Hu, on the other hand, reveled in these gazes, feeling somewhat elated.

"Next, Su Fei."

Su Fei walked to the stone lock, ignoring the surrounding discussions, and headed directly for the eight-hundred-jin stone lock.

The examiners who witnessed this were somewhat incredulous.

"What, this person named Su Fei, he's also going to lift the eight-hundred-jin stone lock? Has he gone mad?"

"Who does he think he is? Even Chen Hu could only lift the eight-hundred-jin stone lock. I'd be surprised if Su Fei could even lift five hundred jin."

"He probably saw others lift it and decided to try himself, thinking he could do it."

"This brother speaks wisely. I think he's just trying to show off."

When one person falls, everyone pushes. Although these people had no enmity with Su Fei, they noticed that Su Fei had a grievance with the young prodigy Chen Hu, so the onlookers readily joined in the mockery.

Chen Hu even sneered directly.

"Don't cry later if you can't lift it."

Su Fei reached the eight-hundred-jin stone lock and paused briefly.

Unexpectedly, he did not choose to lift it.

Instead, he walked directly to the nine-hundred-jin stone lock.

He bent down and gripped the handles of the stone lock with both hands.

At this moment, he was filled with confidence. Although he had never lifted a stone lock before.

But I cultivate the Nine Yang Divine Art, which cannot be compared to ordinary techniques. My strength must not be weak.

"Lift!"

With a low shout, Su Fei steadily exerted force with his arms. The seemingly heavy nine-hundred-jin stone lock was effortlessly lifted over his head and held steady.

The entire venue fell silent.

Everyone stared at Su Fei, dumbfounded, as if they had witnessed something incredible.

"Good heavens, am I seeing things?"

"He actually lifted it,"

"This Su Fei, didn't Chen Hu say he hardly cultivated? How could he lift a nine-hundred-jin stone lock?"

"Did he cultivate external martial arts? But looking at his physique, he doesn't seem to have cultivated external martial arts."

"Could he be one of those legendary true geniuses?"

Chen Hu's expression froze instantly, his eyes filled with disbelief.

The Strongman finally reacted, remembering his job.

"Su Fei, 900 jin, excellent!"

Su Fei slowly put down the stone lock, his face not red and his breathing not heavy.

He patted the dust off his hands and said lightly.

"Are there any heavier stone locks?"

The Strongman's eyes flashed with an inexplicable light, and he quickly said.

"Yes, there's also a 1,000 jin stone lock, but no one has been able to lift it for seven or eight years."

Su Fei nodded and walked to the 1,000 jin stone lock. He bent down again, gripping the handles with both hands.

"He wants to lift 1,000 jin too?"

"He's crazy, he's absolutely crazy!"

Chen Hu gritted his teeth.

"I don't believe it. 900 jin was already his limit. I don't believe he can lift 1,000 jin."

Su Fei took a deep breath. His body, transformed by the Nine Yang Divine Art, was definitely not weak in this world.

His arms erupted with astonishing strength. Relying solely on his physical power, Su Fei slowly lifted the 1,000 jin stone lock.

Although he felt it was a bit strenuous, he still managed to lift it over his head, holding it for three breaths before slowly lowering it.

The Strongman shouted in shock.

"Su Fei, 1,000 jin, special grade."

The surrounding Imperial Guards who were watching were all astonished.

"My god! 1,000 jin, he actually lifted it!"

"Too amazing, too shocking, Su Fei is simply a genius!"

"I take back what I said before, Su Fei, Young Master Su is the best!"

"By the way, does anyone know what Su Fei's cultivation level is?"

"At least Body Tempering Realm ninth level, or like Chen Hu, newly entered True Qi Realm."

"This Su Fei seems to be only eighteen years old, four years younger than Chen Hu. His talent is much stronger than Chen Hu's."

Chen Hu listened to the crowd's discussion, his face ashen. He stared intently at Su Fei, his eyes filled with jealousy and resentment.

Su Fei ignored the crowd's chatter and walked directly towards the examination area for the second round.

The second round, checking family background, went smoothly. As a local from Qingzhou, Su Fei's family background was clean, aside from a few harmless hobbies.

The examiner simply asked him a few questions before letting him pass the check.

There was no difficulty at all.

On the bluestone arena in the center of the training ground, the chief examiner for this session, Captain Li, had two long wisps of beard and was forty-seven years old this year.

The areas around several arenas were crowded with people. Besides the twenty to thirty martial artists who had passed the first two rounds, there were also many Imperial Guards who had come to watch the excitement.

There were even more than one Captain present.

They were here to see if there were any promising talents.

Among them was a middle-aged man with triangular eyes and a sinister gaze. He was Chen Hu's uncle, Captain Chen.

He looked to be around the same age as Captain Li.

He stood on the east side of the arena, hands behind his back. His presence here clearly indicated he was here to support his nephew.

"The third round of the assessment is practical combat."

Captain Li's voice was loud, echoing throughout the venue.

"When Imperial Guards carry out missions, they inevitably encounter practical combat. This round tests practical combat. Opponents will be determined by drawing lots, with fair one-on-one duels. Winners advance, losers are eliminated. The match stops when a point is made."

A Strongman carried the lottery box to the front of the stage, and the martial artists stepped forward one by one to draw lots.

Su Fei casually drew a lot and unfolded it. It was number seven.

A moment later, Captain Li picked up the slips and announced.

"Number one versus number two, go to arena one. Number three versus number four, go to arena two, and so on."

"Number eight is me."

Chen Hu's voice rang out. He clutched his drawn lot and walked onto arena four, staring intently at Su Fei.

His face was full of excitement.

"Su Fei, do you dare to come up?"

Su Fei's heart stirred. Why so soon? He slowly walked onto the arena, his gaze calm.

"What is there to fear?"