Who Is the Clown?

"No. 5, Wang Huan, come in for certification. No. 6, get ready!"

"Hahaha, it's my turn! I'll definitely pass the certification!"

"Once I come out, I'll be a glorious martial artist! Brothers and sisters, cheer me on!"

Wang Huan flamboyantly straightened his clothes, left behind a string of bold declarations, and strode into the testing room as if marching to his death.

Hua Qiang opened his eyes and watched that excited yet uneasy back. He could not help but smile.

A few minutes later.

"Wang Huan, vitality 152, strength 760 kilograms. Certification successful!"

"Oh~ the ancestors have blessed me! I passed! I'm a martial artist now! Woohoo—"

Wang Huan ran out from inside, dancing with joy, and threw his arms around the person in front of him.

"Brother, congratulate me! I made it, hahaha..."

The tense atmosphere in the room was eased considerably by that flamboyant fellow.

Many people laughed happily. Some congratulated him, while others wore naked envy on their faces.

"Liu Quan, vitality 163, strength 828 kilograms. Certification successful!"

Perhaps Wang Huan's success had brought everyone good fortune. The next several people all passed the martial artist test and received certification.

But there were also some who failed. They were deeply annoyed and unwilling to accept it.

Watching those who had already passed laugh and chat merrily, their eyes flashed with resentment.

"No. 15, Murong Qingya!"

As soon as the caller announced that number, the previously noisy and chaotic room fell silent.

Everyone's eyes turned in unison toward that beautiful figure.

Murong Qingya proudly thrust out her chest, lifted her chin high, glanced at Hua Qiang, who was still leaning against the wall with an indifferent expression, and let out a delicate snort through her nose.

Then she twisted her hips and walked toward the testing room.

A minute later, a voice sounded from inside.

"Murong Qingya, vitality 158, strength 1,020 kilograms!"

The people in the room immediately cried out in surprise upon hearing those figures.

"Amazing! Murong, the campus belle, actually has strength exceeding 1,000 kilograms. She truly is Heaven's favored daughter!"

"At Miss Murong's age, she already possesses such tremendous strength. Her future is limitless!"

"Goddess! Miss Murong will forever be the goddess in my heart!"

Some people shamelessly began flattering her. This made Murong Qingya, who had just emerged from the testing room, even more arrogant.

With a proud smile on her face, she was like a peacock surveying its territory.

Then she ran over to Mo Yanran and said with a giggle, "Sister Yanran, I passed! And my results are pretty good too!"

Mo Yanran nodded, and a smile appeared on her face as well.

That smile bloomed like summer flowers, stunning everyone!

Even Hua Qiang was briefly distracted by her smile.

This woman... she really is a seductress!

Tap, tap, tap. Murong Qingya strode over with forceful steps and stopped before Hua Qiang.

With her head held high and chest thrust out, a trace of disdain appeared on her face.

"Hua Qiang, did you see that? This is me, Murong Qingya. I am now a martial artist."

"The gap between us is far too great. In my world, there is no place for you!"

"Do you think you deserve me? Do you think you're qualified to pursue me?"

"Wake up. Stop harboring pointless fantasies, and stop dreaming of a toad wanting to eat swan meat!"

"Leave. This isn't a place you should be!"

"Stop making a fool of yourself here!"

After saying that, she did not even look at Hua Qiang's expression before turning around and running back to Mo Yanran.

"Sister Yanran, now it's your turn. With your strength, you'll definitely blind everyone with your brilliance!"

Faced with Murong Qingya's flattery, Mo Yanran merely smiled without speaking.

Hua Qiang narrowed his eyes, his expression turning somewhat unpleasant.

Damn it, this woman has gone too far!

He had no desire to go anywhere near her, yet she kept coming back again and again to humiliate him.

Hua Qiang could not help mourning for the original owner of this body. How had he fallen for a woman like this, and even simped after her for two years?

Was it worth it?

"Brother, you should have seen this woman's true face by now, right? It's time to wake up. From now on, I'll walk the road ahead for you!"

"I'll get back every grievance you suffered!

Anyone who bullied you, I'll hit them back!

Your parents and sister, I'll definitely protect them and give them a wonderful life!"

Hua Qiang used his consciousness to communicate with the remnant soul, which was lurking in some unknown corner.

Perhaps his words had worked. That trace of negative energy filled with unwillingness finally dispersed completely.

Huff—

Hua Qiang let out a long breath. At that moment, his mind felt indescribably light and joyous.

Now is the time for me to live out a brilliant life!

"No. 18, Mo Yanran!"

As the call rang out, Mo Yanran, dressed in a leather jacket and leather pants, flicked her beautiful ponytail and walked proudly toward the testing room.

As she passed Hua Qiang, she paused, looked at him, smiled, and nodded before continuing onward.

Mo Yanran's action drew the attention of everyone in the room.

They all began guessing. Could this valiant beauty know that fatty?

Otherwise, why would she behave like that?

Murong Qingya frowned tightly at the sight.

What is Sister Yanran doing?

Why would she make such a gesture? What does it mean?

I ruthlessly abandoned this simp. Why did she nod at him?

Could it be... there was some secret here that I didn't know about?

Ignoring everyone's thoughts, Hua Qiang, the person involved, closed his eyes again, folded his arms across his chest, and let his soul wander beyond the clouds.

"Mo Yanran, vitality 160, strength 1,150 kilograms."

The room erupted in surprise again, and all sorts of discussions sprang up one after another.

The vast majority contributed flattering words. Some were consumed by envy, jealousy, and hatred, even silently slandering her in their hearts.

The testing continued. When the young woman calling the numbers reached No. 50, everyone turned their eyes toward Hua Qiang.

Because this was the final number, and also the one everyone had been waiting to watch make a spectacle of himself.

Hua Qiang opened his eyes, stretched out his arms, gave a lazy stretch, then yawned and muttered to himself,

"It's finally my turn. What a pointless waste of time."

Ignoring everyone's gazes, he headed toward the testing room on his own.

Murong Qingya narrowed her eyes, her face showing the expression of someone watching a show.

Since he wanted to embarrass himself, she would wait and see!

But an unreadable expression appeared on Mo Yanran's face. No one knew what she was thinking.

Hua Qiang entered the testing room. The two middle-aged judges, a man and a woman seated at the judging table, gave him slight nods.

Zhang Xiaofeng looked at the fat man covered in flab, and the corner of his mouth could not help twitching twice.

This man's bulk was truly beyond his expectations. Was he serious about coming to certify as a martial artist?

"You may begin," Zhang Xiaofeng said.

Hua Qiang approached the testing machine and placed both hands on the sensors.

The next moment, the screen displayed a vitality value of 164.6.

Zhang Xiaofeng and Mei Ting immediately straightened in their seats, their eyes widening slightly.

This number was the highest among all fifty candidates tested today.

It was impossible to tell that this fatty's vitality was so high. The only question was how strong he was.

"Student Hua Qiang, please begin your strength test."

Without realizing it, Zhang Xiaofeng had softened his tone, and there was even a hint of friendliness in it.

Hua Qiang nodded. Standing before the strength-testing area, he took a deep breath and poured all the power in his body into his right arm. Then he clenched his fist and threw a vicious punch at the strength tester.

A dull thud rang out, and the numbers on the strength tester's display began flashing continuously.

270... 423... 680... 966... 1123... 1253.

The next moment, a voice rang out.

"Hua Qiang, vitality 164.6, strength 1,253 kilograms."

"What?"

Murong Qingya's eyes immediately widened upon hearing those figures.

She could not believe what she had heard.

How was this possible?

How could this piece of trash have such high numbers?