The Whole Venue Erupts

One stone sent up a thousand waves.

In an instant, Martial God Plaza erupted!

"Did I hear that right? Eight hundred and ninety-one kilograms?"

"Holy crap, someone just hit 802 kilograms, and less than a minute later another 891-kilogram freak showed up?"

"Is this year producing monsters in bulk?"

"Damn! Damn, damn, damn, damn! Who the hell is Qin Heng? I want to acknowledge him as my big brother!"

It was not only the examinees who were stunned. Even the coaches, examiners, and staff from the Martial Halls and government were dumbfounded.

An Assistant Examiner muttered, "The highest score in the history of the First Assessment for Quasi-Martial Warriors in Nansha Base City is only 906 kilograms. If this guy throws two more punches, could he break the record?"

Wang Peng, who had been wearing a gleeful expression moments ago, now had a face as dark as iron. He looked as miserable as if he had swallowed a fly, staring fixedly at Qin Heng with clenched fists, no one knowing what he was thinking.

The moment the heads of the Four Great Martial Halls heard the sudden news of "891 kilograms," they stopped before even reaching Test Site No. 11.

The few of them stood there, looking at one another in dismay, unsure what to do for the moment.

Heavenly Dao Martial Hall, Dragon God Martial Hall, and Hero Martial Hall were better off. Each had sent two senior leaders, so they could split up and head in both directions.

War God Martial Hall, however, had only Wang Jianming as its sole senior leader.

The leaders swiftly exchanged looks, then split into two groups. One headed for Test Site No. 11, while the other ran back.

Caught between a rock and a hard place, Wang Jianming hurriedly waved toward the distance and called over a mid-level manager from War God Martial Hall to check Test Site No. 11, while he himself turned back.

Before long, the four senior leaders returned to the side of Test Site No. 3.

At this point, Qin Heng was preparing to throw his second punch.

"Continue," the Chief Examiner said, his tone full of anticipation.

"Mm."

Qin Heng nodded.

The clamor just now had not affected him much, because he had been mentally prepared.

He had already secured a pass in the assessment, and the treatment he received definitely would not be poor.

He no longer felt any pressure.

With the next two punches, he wanted to see where his limit lay!

Second punch!

Boom!

This time, he exerted all his strength, performing even better than he had with the first punch!

As his fist landed, the numbers leaped wildly.

One second later, the result appeared—898 kilograms.

"Hiss..."

A chorus of sharp inhalations rose from the surrounding crowd.

The leaders of the Four Great Martial Halls looked excited.

Especially the bearded Zhong Wanshan from Heavenly Dao Martial Hall—his eyes were shining, and he was already prepared to throw down a massive sum of money.

But the assessment was not over yet!

"There's still the third punch," the Chief Examiner reminded him.

"Mm!"

This time, Qin Heng simply closed his eyes.

State. He needed to get into the right state!

During testing, he was still somewhat nervous after all. That could easily make his muscles too taut and stiff, preventing him from unleashing his full strength.

He closed his eyes and imagined that he was not in an examination hall, but in a training room carrying out his daily training.

The muscles throughout his body relaxed as he searched for the most comfortable state.

Then... he opened his eyes again!

The machine before him no longer seemed like a machine, but a Monster blocking his path to a happy life!

Kill!

Qin Heng's fighting spirit instantly boiled over. The strength of his entire body surged into his right arm as he smashed a fist viciously into the testing machine.

Rumble—

The numbers on the display screen began jumping wildly once more.

Everyone held their breath.

The next second, the result appeared before them all.

The Chief Examiner's eyes went round. "It's broken! The record's been broken!"

"Nine hundred! Twenty-eight! Kilograms!"

A stunned voice rang through the examination grounds.

With his third punch, Qin Heng had struck with far greater force than before, reaching a full 928 kilograms!

This was no longer something that could be described as "excellent." It was terrifying! Freakish!

The Chief Examiner's hands trembled as he flipped to the back of the Admission Ticket and checked the detailed information.

Then his body froze.

"The date he began studying the 'Innate Fetal Breathing Art' was... June 20. And until now... two days? Only two days?"

The Chief Examiner was completely dumbfounded. Like someone struck by lightning, he stood rooted to the spot, unable to move.

"Examiner, let's begin the agility test," Qin Heng said as he stepped down from the testing machine.

The Chief Examiner looked at him as though he were a Monster, repeatedly comparing Qin Heng with his Admission Ticket as if confirming whether his eyes were playing tricks on him.

"You... everything written here is true?" he asked quietly.

Qin Heng nodded. "Of course. I doubt anyone would dare falsify something like this, right?"

Falsifying an Admission Ticket would bring severe punishment.

Besides, you could deceive people for a moment, but not forever. The truth would inevitably come out, so there was no point in cheating.

"Oh..."

The Chief Examiner looked as though he had lost the ability to think. The shock had simply been too great.

He gathered himself before saying, "All right. We'll begin the agility test."

"Yes."

Qin Heng walked toward another machine.

The assessment robot's frequency was fixed, with only two possible results: pass or fail.

Otherwise, he would have liked to try raising the frequency.

The second assessment began.

The machine's arm launched an attack at him.

Qin Heng dealt with it effortlessly, like a loach—so slippery that it could not touch him at all.

Before long, the Assistant Examiner announced, "Hit zero times. Excellent."

The Chief Examiner returned the Admission Ticket to Qin Heng. A smile appeared on his face, and instead of offering routine congratulations, he said sincerely, "Qin Heng, congratulations on setting a new record and passing the assessment with outstanding results. I also hope that one day, you will become a powerful Martial Warrior and fight for humanity!"

"Yes, thank you, sir! I'll work hard!" Qin Heng replied solemnly.

Holding his Admission Ticket, Qin Heng walked toward a long table nearby, preparing to fill in his preference.

Su Kuang, who had passed the assessment earlier, still had not finished filling his out.

Filling in one's preference should have been quick, but since the Four Great Martial Halls would try to "tempt" certain talents, flirtatious exchanges were inevitable throughout the process.

Guo Yisen had already filled his out and left, yet Su Kuang was still sitting there exchanging looks with the recruitment staff of several Martial Halls.

"How's your choice coming along?" Qin Heng asked as he sat beside Su Kuang.

Su Kuang grinned. "Judging by the recruitment instructors' hand signals, War God Martial Hall offered me a monthly salary of 6,000, while Heavenly Dao Martial Hall offered 7,000. I'm planning to join Heavenly Dao Martial Hall."

"Not bad. You can live a luxurious life now," Qin Heng said.

With a monthly salary of 7,000, even if he spent lavishly every month, he could still save quite a bit.

Su Kuang chuckled. "There's still a gap between us. You pretty boy, your luck really is good. There's no use in me being jealous or envious."

"Can't be helped. Who told me I have someone supporting me?" Qin Heng laughed.

Back when Su Kuang called him a pretty boy, his tone had been sour enough to make Qin Heng want to punch him.

But now, those words carried a trace of wholehearted conviction. They were much more sincere and far less irritating.

Qin Heng picked up his pen but did not immediately write anything.

Once he filled in his preference, there would be no room left for bargaining. He still wanted to fight for better salary terms.

Facts proved that when gold shone, people would scramble to claim it.

Before his seat had even warmed, the recruitment instructors from the Four Great Martial Halls in the distance were driven away. Replacing them were the four senior leaders with greater status and authority.

The elderly Wang Jianming and the other three leaders appeared in the distance, gesturing toward Qin Heng.

There were rules at the examination grounds: people from the Four Great Martial Halls could not enter the test sites directly.

But coaxing examinees into choosing them was an "unspoken rule." The government would not intervene as long as they merely exchanged hand signals from a distance.

The leaders of the Four Great Martial Halls stood twenty meters away, using words and gestures to convey their intentions.

Now that all four leaders had arrived, they began "bidding" for Qin Heng.

Heavenly Dao Martial Hall was wealthy and powerful, making the first offer.

At Heavenly Dao Martial Hall, the bearded Zhong Wanshan somehow produced a sign and wrote a string of numbers on it: 20,000 yuan per month.