Qin Heng's Results

The Chief Examiner nodded. "All right."

Although there were three chances to throw a punch during the assessment, candidates could stop after one if they were satisfied with the result.

Next came the agility test.

The agility test operated at a fixed frequency. Four Mechanical Arms attacked once per second, which posed little pressure for someone whose punch strength could reach 500 kilograms.

For someone like Wang Peng, who was practically already an official martial artist, it was even less of a challenge.

The machinery activated.

For thirty seconds, the four Mechanical Arms whirled like the wind, yet they could not even touch a corner of Wang Peng's clothing.

"Wang Peng, congratulations. You have passed the assessment," the Chief Examiner announced.

"Thank you."

Wang Peng remained calm. After leaving behind his Admission Ticket, he departed the testing area and headed toward the representatives of the Four Great Martial Halls.

Then he asked loudly, "Great-Uncle, I didn't disappoint you, did I?"

Wang Jianming nodded in satisfaction. "Not bad, not bad. Passable."

Wang Peng had deliberately raised his voice, letting everyone nearby learn his identity.

"So he's the grandnephew of the War God Martial Hall's representative. No wonder he could cut in line."

"Damn, having such an awesome background would be enough, but he's this strong too. I'd bet he'll be on television all the time in the future!"

"If only I were half as impressive as him..."

After Wang Peng left, order returned to the examination hall.

The Chief Examiner continued calling names. "Next, Jiang RuLong."

Jiang RuLong stepped forward for the test.

His three consecutive punches scored 472 kilograms, 481 kilograms, and 469 kilograms respectively.

Unfortunately, he had failed to meet the standard.

Jiang RuLong's face turned bleak, and Qin Heng and the others sighed for him as well.

Although they had known beforehand that his chances of passing were slim, facing failure for real still dealt a crushing blow.

"Next, Su Kuang."

Su Kuang was up next.

Su Kuang was very composed. He said to Qin Heng and the others, "I'll go shock the examiners first. You lot had better not disgrace our District 7 Slums."

"Just make sure you don't disgrace yourself," Qin Heng replied bluntly.

Coach Yang looked calm, clearly very confident in Su Kuang.

The facts proved that for someone strong enough, there was simply no chance of crashing and burning.

Su Kuang struck, unleashing three punches in a row that made the testing machine hum and buzz.

First punch: 654 kilograms.

Second punch: 659 kilograms.

Third punch: 652 kilograms.

As soon as those results came out, the representatives of the Four Great Martial Halls all perked up.

The bearded man from the Heavenly Dao Martial Hall said in surprise, "This kid's results are pretty good. He broke through the 650-kilogram barrier in his First Assessment. How long has he been training?"

An assistant beside him stepped forward and replied, "According to the information submitted by the local Martial Hall, Su Kuang learned the Innate Fetal Breathing Art on May 18 this year. It has been thirty-five days so far."

"Over 150 kilograms of punch strength growth in thirty-five days. Above-average talent. He has a chance of becoming a Martial Master, perhaps even a Great Martial Master. Everyone, I've got my eye on this kid, so don't compete with me," Zhong Wanshan, the Heavenly Dao Martial Hall's representative, said with a smile.

Shen Biqing, the female representative of the Dragon God Martial Hall, gave a soft snort. "Your hall is rich and powerful. Kids from the Slum District care most about money. How can we compete with you?"

The representatives of the Hero Martial Hall and War God Martial Hall thought the same way and had no intention of competing.

A person with merely average talent was not worth spending heavily to compete with the Heavenly Dao Martial Hall for.

Su Kuang quickly completed the agility test and passed with outstanding results.

Before leaving, he gave Qin Heng and the others a thumbs-up pointed at himself, as though saying, Impressed? I'm just that badass!

The assessment continued.

"Next, Guo Yisen."

"Next, Zhang Jun."

"..."

"Next, Qin Heng."

As the Chief Examiner's voice rang out, the assessment finally reached Qin Heng.

Coach Yang showed an expectant expression. "Qin Heng, perform well!"

"Qin Heng, for that high salary, go for it!" The trainees from his district cheered him on as well.

Qin Heng said confidently, "Don't worry, everyone. I've got this in the bag!"

He stepped out of the line and walked toward the testing machine.

Just then, a wave of startled cries suddenly erupted from another testing site in the distance.

"802 kilograms! A monster with 802 kilograms on his First Assessment has appeared at Testing Site 11!"

The plaza erupted in an uproar.

Every testing site was affected, and the pace paused for a moment.

When the representatives of the Four Great Martial Halls heard it, they all looked astonished. "Is that real? There was a little monster who scored 800 kilograms on his First Assessment last year, and there's another one this year?"

Compared to Wang Peng's 1,002 kilograms on a repeat assessment, 802 kilograms on a First Assessment was clearly far more shocking!

"Come on, let's go take a look."

The representatives of the Four Great Martial Halls were immediately intrigued and ran toward Testing Site 11.

Although every testing site had people from the Four Great Martial Halls keeping watch, when they encountered a genius, those with real authority naturally had to personally step forward to recruit them and show their sincerity.

Everyone's attention was drawn to Testing Site 11.

Qin Heng felt a little annoyed.

It's only 802 kilograms. What's so impressive about that...?

This should have been his moment to shine, his turn to shock the entire crowd.

But now, the representatives of the Four Great Martial Halls had all run off, making him seem like he was not important at all.

Not far away, Wang Peng, who had already finished his test, wore a face full of gloating, as if mocking Qin Heng for having no one pay attention to him.

Feeling somewhat stifled, Qin Heng walked up to the Chief Examiner, handed over his Admission Ticket, and took his position for the test.

"Begin." The Chief Examiner pulled his attention back and continued proctoring.

"Huff..."

Qin Heng took a deep breath and cast aside all distracting thoughts.

Whether other people's results were good or bad had nothing to do with him.

All he had to do was unleash all his strength, fight for better treatment in his best condition!

Then he would let his parents and Fang Lingxue live good lives!

This punch would be the beginning of a happy life!

"Hah!"

Qin Heng swung his fist, carrying his yearning for a better life, his guilt over Fang Lingxue's years of sacrifice, and his desire for strength, and smashed it viciously into the testing machine.

Bang!

It seemed to grow much quieter all around.

Yang Huai'an, Chen Yuan, and the others widened their eyes and watched with expectant faces.

The numbers on the testing machine jumped wildly.

200 kilograms, 300 kilograms, 400 kilograms...

The numbers flashed past in an instant.

One second later, a scarlet number appeared before everyone.

--891 kilograms!

"Ah?"

"W-What?"

"How is that possible?!"

At that moment, everyone was dumbfounded.

The Chief Examiner stood frozen in shock. He stared incredulously at the number on the testing machine, then looked at the Admission Ticket on the table.

"It really is a First Assessment... But this result??"

First Assessment!

891 kilograms!

That result was dazzlingly powerful!

The people around him were all stunned.

Qin Heng smiled.

"Sure enough, I'm much stronger than yesterday."

When he had finished training this morning, he had already felt that he was definitely stronger than yesterday—and not by just a little.

The 802 kilograms at the neighboring testing site had shocked everyone. How outrageous, then, was his own result?

"Examiner?"

Qin Heng looked at the Chief Examiner.

The Chief Examiner came back to his senses. His Adam's apple bobbed as he announced in a tone of disbelief, "Qin Heng, First Assessment, first punch, 891... kilograms!"