Sims

As he walked closer and looked, he realized that a massive strength tester had been placed in the room ahead.

The tester was rectangular in shape, with a neat, orderly structure. Its overall frame was cast from black metal, its surface matte-finished, reflecting a cold, hard gleam beneath the lights.

A huge display screen on the front was particularly eye-catching. A black frame bordered the screen, where test data, usage instructions, and other information could be seen clearly.

Below the screen was a circular impact pad wrapped in thick rubber.

Four thick support legs at the bottom firmly ensured the machine's stability, while neatly arranged wires and ports lined its sides and back.

At that moment, a medium-height, dark-skinned young man stood before the strength tester.

Looking closely, Hu Qi recognized him as Chen Chang, a classmate from his class.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, Chen Chang threw a fierce punch, the wind howling from it as it struck the rubber impact pad below.

Bang!

A dull thud rang out, drawing everyone's attention.

The number on the screen flickered. Two seconds later, it froze on a value.

119 kg

At the sight, cries of surprise immediately rose from all around.

Among most ordinary people of the same age, punching force generally did not exceed 60 or 70 kg.

In terms of strength alone, Bronze Fist Class Levels 1 through 3 corresponded to 90 kg, 110 kg, and 130 kg respectively.

The force Chen Chang had displayed was already enough for him to qualify for the Federal Bronze Fist Class Level 2 certificate.

Of course, meeting the strength requirement alone was not enough. To earn the certificate, a fighter's Combat Technique also had to be assessed.

Otherwise, wouldn't those born with divine strength be able to obtain a certificate without any training at all?

Hearing the crowd's exclamations, Chen Chang scratched his head, his trademark simple, honest smile appearing on his face.

"Heh, and you have the nerve to show off such pathetic strength?"

An discordant voice suddenly came from the crowd.

Then, a figure pushed through the people and stepped out.

The man was tall and powerfully built. The muscles exposed on his arms were smooth and taut, while his Martial Arts Uniform was stretched tightly across his body.

He stood a full head taller than everyone else, radiating a faint but unmistakable pressure.

He had dark skin, curly hair, a high nose bridge, deep-set features, and a pair of brown eyes that held a lofty, superior look.

He was a very powerfully built Black man.

"It's Sims from Class Three!"

"Gasp, I heard he was born with monstrous strength. When he sparred with other trainees before, he hit incredibly hard. A few people were even beaten badly enough to suffer fractures and end up in the hospital."

Some of the trainees recognized him, and wary expressions appeared on their faces.

When they saw him approaching, they instinctively moved aside.

Sims swept his gaze around, apparently quite satisfied with everyone's reaction.

He stepped forward and directly reached out to shove Chen Chang away from the strength tester.

Chen Chang's face reddened, but after comparing their difference in height, he ultimately chose to remain silent.

"Just so happens I'm in a good mood today! Let me open your eyes."

As soon as he finished speaking, his arm jolted, and he threw a punch.

Bang!

A far heavier muffled impact rang out. The tremendous force even made the strength tester tremble slightly.

The numbers on the screen rapidly changed before finally freezing.

315 kg!

The instant the number appeared, the surroundings fell silent, quiet as a graveyard.

Everyone looked at one another and saw shock in each other's eyes.

That level of strength had already reached the requirements for Gold Fist level two.

Ordinary people could hardly imagine such a number.

If that punch landed on someone's face, they would probably be sent flying. Just imagining it made everyone's bones ache.

Hu Qi watched the scene, somewhat surprised as well.

Born with divine strength? That really was a fine talent, though there must have been hard work later on as well.

Hu Qi merely sighed at the sight.

This man truly had the capital to be arrogant.

"Hey!"

Sims took in the crowd's shocked gazes, and a disdainful sneer appeared on his face.

He seemed to find it all too boring.

Without saying another word, he turned and left.

As Hu Qi watched his retreating back—

He suddenly noticed someone looking at him.

Turning his head, he saw Song Jian beside him.

Song Jian's gaze was fixed tightly on him.

"What are you looking at me for?"

Hu Qi frowned slightly, and vigilance instantly rose in his heart.

I heard the circles of some rich second-generation heirs got pretty wild. Could this guy be interested in me...

Song Jian said in a low voice, "Hu Qi, don't you have any thoughts about this?"

"What thoughts? My sexual orientation is perfectly normal. If you want to mess around with men, go find someone else."

As Hu Qi spoke, he shifted one step to the side, putting some distance between himself and Song Jian.

At his words, Song Jian's face visibly stiffened and twitched for a moment before he came to his senses.

"Don't worry. My sexual orientation is normal too, and I already have a fiancée. You don't need to worry about that."

At that point, he paused.

"What I meant was, isn't this guy being a little too arrogant? Aren't you going to step in..."

However, he could not finish the rest of his sentence.

Because he discovered that Hu Qi was looking at him with the sort of gaze one reserved for a mentally challenged person.

"What?"

"Nothing. I just don't understand why you would have such an idea.

I have no grudge against him. What would I gain by going up there and risking getting beaten? Just to show off, or for someone's thanks?"

As he spoke, he reached out and patted Song Jian on the shoulder.

"He's strong enough to have the right to be arrogant. Just like you have money, so you can live in a villa and drive luxury cars. By your logic, should I beat you up too?"

Song Jian was left speechless.

Originally, he had wanted to deliberately provoke Hu Qi and see what Hu Qi was capable of.

Instead, he had been lectured like an idiot.

In his view, Hu Qi had definitely been hiding some of his strength. He even suspected that Hu Qi had not used his full power during his earlier sparring match with the coach.

That was why he had wanted to test him.

He had not expected this guy to be so mature. Hu Qi did not seem like a young man in his early twenties at all. Instead, he gave Song Jian the feeling of a weathered old hand who had struggled and scraped through society for many years.

After Sims left, everyone looked at the frozen number on the strength tester and fell silent. Some immediately abandoned the idea of stepping forward to test their strength and turned to leave.

Only a small number of people went up to give it a try.

But because of Sims, none of them were in much of a mood for it.

"Aren't you going to try?"

Hu Qi looked at Song Jian beside him.

"No need. I tested it at home. It was only 145 kg."

Song Jian shook his head and turned to leave.

Clearly, what had just happened had dealt him quite a blow as well.

Watching him leave, Hu Qi saw that no one was nearby and walked over to the strength tester.

He set his backpack down to one side.

He casually rolled his shoulders.