"Ha—!"
With a robust roar,
the burly man, bare-chested with bulging pectorals, stood before everyone's eyes.
He threw a heavy punch at a white metal wall bearing a spiral pattern.
[Thud!]
As the heavy impact rang out,
the Visual Den Den Mushi placed nearby immediately projected the corresponding data into the air.
[Doriki Value: 37]
"Th-This is impossible!"
The burly man stared at the number in utter shock.
He had not expected his punching power to fall short of even 100.
At the same time, the onlookers around him—whether they had already completed the assessment or were waiting in line—chattered, laughed, and commented.
Some were openly disdainful, while others gasped in surprise.
Meanwhile, an official from the Tournament Organizing Department reminded him somewhat impatiently,
"Contestant Akapo, you may proceed to the physical fitness assessment."
The implication was clear: hurry up and leave; do not hold up those behind you.
As for his result, it did not even qualify to be recorded.
Even though a Doriki Value of 37 had already surpassed the average level of military soldiers.
In worlds such as Demon Slayer, Nuclear Weapons, Kabane, and Zero Magic, it was an unattainable height for countless people.
One had to know that people in those worlds were still working painstakingly to reach the passing threshold of 10 Doriki Value.
A Doriki Value of 10 represented a strike with one ton of force. A Doriki Value of 37 meant 3.7 tons.
Yet on Cactus Island, this score was considered worthy of scorn.
Soon, the next person stepped forward.
His excessively thick and long legs made it obvious that he was a Longleg Tribe member.
"Contestant Batu, are you ready?" the official asked softly.
"Anytime!"
Batu nodded. The instant the former uttered the word "begin,"
his right leg tore through the air