Han Liang had been the top performer in last year's First Assessment. Like Qin Heng's, his internal student number ended in 0001.
But when he saw the 1,901 kilograms of force Qin Heng had just produced, he was stunned.
"Junior Brother Qin, have you learned some kind of force-generation technique?" Han Liang could not help asking.
Qin Heng shook his head. "No. I just got here and haven't attended a single class yet."
Han Liang could not help wondering, "How is that possible? It has only been a week since the First Assessment, yet your strength has increased by nearly 1,000 kilograms?"
Zhao Chong joked, "Don't tell me you really did eat some miracle medicine, just like the rumors say?"
Qin Heng explained, "I ran into a Blood-Sucking Vine in the wilderness two days ago and made a sudden leap forward. Otherwise, I wouldn't have reached my current level."
"A Blood-Sucking Vine? Even so, it shouldn't be this outrageous..."
Han Liang still found it a little hard to accept.
Zhao Chong laughed. "Junior Brother Qin, you've dealt your Senior Brother Han a blow. He entered a year before you, yet his strength isn't much greater than yours now."
Han Liang smiled bitterly. "I thought I was pretty good, and the people around me thought highly of me too. I never expected..."
Qin Heng blinked. "How much force can you produce now, Senior Brother Han?"
Han Liang did not waste words. He walked straight over, stood where Qin Heng had just been, and threw a punch.
Bang!
The machine shook, and the result appeared at once: 2,730 kilograms.
Qin Heng said in surprise, "You're clearly much stronger than me. Why say you aren't stronger by much?"
Han Liang said helplessly, "I've already cultivated the force-generation technique, Python Mountain Force, to the