Bang!
"1142 kg."
In a corner of the third-floor training hall, the punching target swayed violently. A line of numbers immediately appeared on the punch strength tester's screen—"1142 kg."
"Hah!"
The lean, 1.9-meter-tall man withdrew his fist. As he looked at the number displayed on the punch strength tester, excitement surfaced on his scarred, fierce-looking face.
Fortunately, he was the only person in the training hall at the moment. Otherwise, if any other students had been present, they would surely have cried out in shock.
After all, the passing mark for punch strength in the Quasi-Warrior assessment was only 900 kilograms. With strength exceeding 1,000 kilograms, at least in this martial hall, no Advanced Student had ever reached such a level.
Of course, a warrior's combat rating was not determined by strength alone. Speed and neural response were also among the evaluation criteria.
Even weapons, combat suits, manuals, battle records, and more could be used as evaluation standards.
He was getting off track!
Just one day ago, his punch strength had only been 942 kilograms. In a single day, it had directly surged by 200 kilograms.
It might have seemed like nothing to some people, but when it had truly happened to him, he still could not help feeling excited.
A punch strength of 942 kilograms had already exceeded the assessment's passing line, and his neural response speed had also passed.
However, speed was his weak point. His previous test speed had only reached 24.7 meters per second, just a little short of the 25 meters per second passing mark.
His strength had increased, so what about his speed?
At that thought, he hurried over to the testing track and turned on the speed tester.
Click!
The speed tester activated, and its camera lit up.
"Huff... huff..."
After briefly adjusting his breathing, he stood on the track, which was over sixty meters long. His legs bent slightly, and his body leaned forward a little.
Bang!
His legs and feet exploded with force. The powerful burst of acceleration sent him instantly charging toward the speed-testing zone near the speed tester.
"26.3 m/s."
He was Yang Wu, yet he was not the same Yang Wu.
Since yesterday, a world-shaking secret had been hidden in his heart. He was actually...
Fine, he was not exactly a pure transmigrator either. After all, when he had transmigrated here, he had still been a cellular organism. He could be considered half a "local."
Only yesterday, when he broke free of the confusion of life in the womb and awakened the memories of his previous life, did he understand that he had merely been reincarnated rather than having taken over another body.
Awakening alongside those memories was an innate ability: [Future Draw]. In simpler terms, it was the life simulator everyone was familiar with.
He had transmigrated with a cheat.
Looking at it optimistically, it was simply an accident followed by transmigration—the standard protagonist template, headed straight for the pinnacle of life.
If he looked at it more pessimistically, spun up some conspiracy theory, and imagined a mastermind behind it all, there was nothing he could do anyway. With his current strength, he was in no position to say anything like, "My fate is mine, not Heaven's."
But how did that saying go? Life was like doing that thing—since you could not resist, you might as well learn to enjoy it.
He was just an ordinary person. He had transmigrated with a cheat. What more could he possibly ask for?
He just needed to enjoy it!
He could worry about the future later. Besides, in this vast and magnificent world, he might suddenly kick the bucket someday...
There was no telling!
Yang Wu shook his head, casting aside those unrealistic thoughts. After deleting the test records and unplugging the machine, he headed straight downstairs.
He had been here for several years, after all, so as an "old hand," he naturally knew very well that a place like the training hall had no surveillance equipment.
There was no need for the martial hall to install surveillance cameras either.
These days, once someone had strength, who would bother hiding it?
Unless they had enemies, or a guilty conscience.
"Brother Yang!"
At the turn of the stairs, a young man approached him. He wore an ordinary blue tracksuit, stood around 1.75 meters tall, and looked rather lean.
"Madman!"
Yang Wu's eyes lit up. The newcomer was Luo Feng. The future City Lord Luo was still rather green at this point, looking every bit like a high school boy.
Back then, he had furiously fought three Advanced Students from wealthy families in succession and defeated all three, earning himself the nickname "Madman."
Later, when he hunted monsters in the Wilderness Area and even during the Cosmic Genius Battle, he continued to use that codename.
"Training so early? Your future is boundless!"
"Keep it up. I'm rooting for you."
In an excellent mood, Yang Wu reached out and lightly patted his shoulder, tossing out a "harsh remark."
There would not be many chances to guide City Lord Luo. Once Luo Feng rose to prominence, there might not be any opportunities left.
The further things went, the more monstrous he would become.
Anyone with a normal mind would think about latching onto a powerful backer, but building connections was an art. He could not be too deliberate about it; letting things develop naturally was best.
Although he also had a cheat, he did not mind giving himself another identity—a flexible-principled investor.
Investing in Luo Feng was investing in himself!
It was like buying another layer of insurance for his cheat-powered self. His own future was uncertain, but that did not affect City Lord Luo's ultimate achievements.
Would something like the butterfly effect truly matter to someone at that level?
Besides, compared to directly investing in Luo Feng, Yang Wu was more inclined to help Luo Feng's family.
For example, when Luo Hongguo was beaten up, when Luo Hua jumped into the lake, or after Luo Feng was trapped in an ancient civilization ruin and his family suffered Vulture Li Yao's retaliation...
"I heard that among all the senior students, Brother Yang is the strongest. He's only one step away from becoming a warrior."
"As expected of Brother Yang. He actually trained at the martial hall all night. No wonder he's so strong."
Seeing Yang Wu's slightly bloodshot eyes, Luo Feng thought in admiration.
If I can become a warrior...
Thinking of his parents' stooped backs and his younger brother sitting in a wheelchair, Luo Feng could not help clenching his fists and silently encouraging himself.
I have to work even harder!
"Senior Brother!"
"Good morning, Senior Brother!"
On the paths inside the martial hall grounds, students were already arriving one after another. When they saw Yang Wu's red hair and scarred face, each of them immediately treated him with great respect.
Leaving aside his status as an Advanced Student, no one dared underestimate him based on that appearance alone.
In this era of Warriors, physique could not represent strength.
But how old were the martial hall students? Sixteen- and seventeen-year-old students made up the largest group. The overwhelming majority were merely Beginner Students.
A strong physique was still highly intimidating.
Along the way, Yang Wu listened to the respectful greetings and nodded in response from time to time. Soon, after crossing the lawn, a roadway wide enough for ten sedans to travel side by side came into view.
Beep!
After swiping his student card at the entrance, Yang Wu stepped out through the martial hall gates. He turned around and looked at the entrance. Although he saw it every day coming and going, he felt the same thing every time.
A true man should be... truly magnificent!
Limit Martial Hall.
The number one martial hall on Earth, founded by the world's strongest person, Hong. Its branch halls were spread across the globe.
The Limit Martial Hall where Yang Wu trained was merely the Limit Branch in Yi'an District, Yangzhou City.
Although it was only a branch hall, its grounds were larger than a high school campus. The entire martial hall seemed like an enormous monster crouching there.
From afar, three giant silver-white buildings could be seen. They were the teaching buildings for Beginner Students, intermediate students, and Advanced Students respectively.
The entire Limit Branch had roughly thirty to forty thousand students. That was precisely why it could provide the Limit Martial Hall with a large number of Warriors every year.
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