"Eldest Brother, forget it. There's no need to fuss with this kind of person. We're in a hurry, so let's go!"
Hua Qiang had originally wanted to give that idiot face another beating, but seeing Ye Bingxue say so, he lost interest in hitting him again.
"Fine. Since the leader has spoken, this humble underling shall naturally obey!"
The two left the street corner, hailed a taxi, and headed straight for the Martial Arts Association.
Ye Xuewen climbed up from the ground and stared venomously at Hua Qiang's retreating back.
He viciously thought, Damn it, you dared to hit me? I definitely won't let you off!
He then took out his phone and dialed a number...
At 18:40, Hua Qiang and Ye Bingxue arrived before the Martial Arts Association building.
After getting out of the car, Hua Qiang led Ye Bingxue through the familiar route to the Martial Artist certification testing grounds.
Once he showed his Martial Artist Medal, the receptionist hurriedly went to consult her supervisor and arrange Ye Bingxue's certification.
Just then, a delighted voice rang out.
"Hahaha, old brother, what brings you here? Did you come to see your Eldest Brother?"
Hua Qiang's face showed a trace of helplessness when he heard it. Wasn't that voice Zhang Xiaofeng's, that flamboyant peacock?
"Eldest Brother, I brought my youngest sister here to get certified as a Martial Artist today."
"Really? Our youngest sister is getting certified as a Martial Artist? That's wonderful! Eldest Brother will handle it personally!"
Zhang Xiaofeng had originally been on his way out to deal with something, but he immediately tossed the matter beyond the nine heavens.
What could be more important than his old brother coming over—and his own youngest sister getting certified as a Martial Artist?
The receptionist had just taken a step when she stopped.
Since Zhang Xiaofeng was taking over, there was no need for her to make an unnecessary fuss.
Zhang Xiaofeng made a call. Then Mei Ting, who had partnered with him before, came downstairs. When she saw Hua Qiang, her expression changed.
She could feel a pressure emanating from Hua Qiang.
This fatty had changed so much. Could his realm actually be higher than hers?
She shook her head, casting that ridiculous speculation out of her mind.
Zhang Xiaofeng warmly hooked an arm around Hua Qiang's shoulder, his face full of surprise. "Old brother, why do I feel like there's an explosive force hidden inside you?"
"And your strength seems to have already surpassed Eldest Brother's."
"What realm are you at now?"
Hua Qiang put on a puzzled expression.
"Eldest Brother, I'm not too sure either. How about after my youngest sister gets certified, I take the test too and change this Martial Artist Medal while I'm at it?"
"Good! Then Eldest Brother will wait and see!"
In the certification room, Ye Bingxue stood before the machine and placed both hands on the Blood Qi sensing area.
A string of numbers began jumping across the display before finally stopping at 203.5.
Holy shit!
"Our youngest sister's Blood Qi is this high? Incredible! Old brother, your family has produced both a dragon and a phoenix!"
"Eldest Brother offers you both his congratulations!"
When Ye Bingxue saw that her Blood Qi was actually so high, the smile on her face could not be suppressed no matter what.
Her usual cold Goddess image, the kind that kept people a thousand miles away, vanished completely. In an instant, she became as adorable as the girl next door.
She was simply too happy.
Such a high Blood Qi value far exceeded the 150 threshold for Low-Tier Martial Artists.
Now it depended on whether her strength could exceed the minimum requirement. If it did, she would successfully become certified.
She took two deep breaths and adjusted herself to her best condition, then gathered all her strength into her right arm and channeled it into her fist.
Using every ounce of strength in her body, she viciously smashed her fist into the sensor.
150... 230... 480... 720... 960... 1100... 1221.
When the number jumped to 1,221 kilograms, it finally stopped.
Holy shit!
"Congratulations, youngest sister. Your punching strength has reached 1,221 kilograms, far exceeding the strength of a Low-Tier Martial Artist."
"You're nearly at the strength of a Mid-Stage Martial Artist."
"You are now a true Martial Artist!"
Seeing that number, Mei Ting also revealed a shocked expression, then became happy for Ye Bingxue.
The larger the ranks of humanity's Martial Artists became, the safer Blue Star would be!
Very quickly, Zhang Xiaofeng completed the relevant procedures for Ye Bingxue.
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He handed her a six-pointed-star Martial Artist Medal representing a Low-Tier Martial Artist, then also handed her a black card. The same thing happened all over again.
Ye Bingxue tightly clutched the black card in her hand. Hearing Zhang Xiaofeng tell her that she would receive 20,000 in Martial Artist funds every month, along with a three-bedroom home, her head began to buzz.
She could not take in another word.
Hua Qiang gently patted her back from the side. "Little sis, come back to your senses!"
"These are all basic operations. There's nothing to get so excited about. Calm down and treat it with an ordinary heart!"
"Learn from your old brother!"
Indeed, Hua Qiang had also been excited when he first received these things, but he had not lost his composure like this.
The little girl still needed to cultivate her composure.
Perhaps she had grown accustomed to hardship at home. She had lived in that tiny room for a full seventeen years, and now she suddenly had a spacious house that belonged entirely to her.
How could that not fill her with overwhelming surprise, even enough to make her lose herself a little?
Otherwise, why would Fan Jin go mad after passing the imperial examination?
"Old brother, you should test yourself too and see what realm you're at now. Eldest Brother can register you again and raise your benefits while we're at it!"
"Alright!"
Hua Qiang walked over and placed both hands on the Blood Qi sensing area under the intensely expectant gazes of the three.
The set of data displayed on the screen stunned everyone present.
624.6!
Holy shit!
Holy shit!
Holy shit!
Zhang Xiaofeng, Mei Ting, and Ye Bingxue could not help blurting out the national expletive.
A Blood Qi value of 624.6 had already surpassed the 600-point level of a Peak Martial Artist.
Had a monster descended into the world?
Two days ago, he had only tested at a little over 160 points. In just two days, it had soared this high.
Had he been injected with chicken blood or taken stimulants?
Zhang Xiaofeng even thought the instrument had malfunctioned. He checked it over, then had no choice but to accept reality.
The data was correct. It was 624.6.
He was a Peak Martial Artist.
"Old brother, let's see how many kilograms your punching strength reaches."
"Alright!"
Hua Qiang also wanted to know what his limit of strength truly was, so he stopped holding back.
Under the blazing gazes of the three, he swung his fist and heavily smashed it into the strength-testing area.
A heavy boom rang out. A string of numbers continuously leaped upward before finally stopping at 5,382 kilograms.
At that moment, aside from the instrument's announcement, not another sound could be heard in the room.
Zhang Xiaofeng, Mei Ting, and Ye Bingxue were all frozen stiff.
Their eyes were locked onto the string of numbers on the display, unable to believe for a long time that it was real.
5,382 kilograms. That had already surpassed the 5,250-kilogram standard of a High-Tier Martial Master.
This guy really was a freak!
His Blood Qi had reached the Peak Martial Artist stage, yet his actual strength had already surpassed that of a High-Tier Martial Master.
Damn it, anyone who dared bully him based on his realm would definitely have a bitter cup to drink.
This was fighting across realms—and he could even fight across an entire major realm!
What a talent!
No, I have to report this to the president!
Zhang Xiaofeng lightly punched Hua Qiang's shoulder, his face full of excitement. "Old brother, wait here for a moment."
"Eldest Brother will change your information rank and update the benefits you should receive."
"But as for those benefits, I'll have to report your information to the president first and let him decide. I reckon they should surpass Martial Master-level treatment, right?"
"Alright, then we'll wait here for good news!"
Only a fool would refuse better benefits.
If there were rewards such as cultivation techniques or combat skills, that would be even better.
Zhang Xiaofeng did not even have time to greet Mei Ting. Throwing open his long legs, he ran upstairs.
He made his way all the way to the eighth floor.
At that moment, in the president's office on the eighth floor, Mo Wuqiong sat with his brows tightly furrowed, staring at a document before him. His mood was anything but calm...
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