Ye Bingxue Certifies as a Martial Artist

"Brother, forget it. There's no need to argue with this kind of person. We're in a hurry, let's go!"

Hua Qiang originally wanted to deal with this idiot a bit more, but seeing Ye Bingxue say this, he lost interest in hitting anyone further.

"Alright, since the leader has spoken, this subordinate will naturally obey!"

The two walked out of the street corner, hailed a taxi, and headed straight for the Martial Arts Association.

Ye Xuewen got up from the ground, staring venomously at Hua Qiang's retreating back.

He thought fiercely to himself, "Damn it, how dare you hit me? I will definitely not let you off!"

Then he took out his phone and dialed a number...

At 6:40 PM, Hua Qiang and Ye Bingxue arrived in front of the Martial Arts Association building.

After getting out of the car, Hua Qiang led Ye Bingxue, familiar with the way, to the Martial Artist certification test site.

When he presented his Martial Artist Medal, the receptionist girl quickly went to consult the supervisor about arranging Ye Bingxue's certification.

Just then, a surprised voice called out.

"Hahaha, why is my little brother here today? Are you here to see your big brother?"

Upon hearing this, Hua Qiang's face showed a hint of helplessness. Wasn't this the flamboyant Zhang Xiaofeng's voice?

"Big brother, I brought my little sister here to certify as a Martial Artist today."

"Really? Our sister is going to certify as a Martial Artist? That's great! Big brother will personally handle it for you!"

Zhang Xiaofeng was originally going out, but he completely threw that matter to the back of his mind.

What could be more important than his own brother coming, and even his own little sister certifying as a Martial Artist?

The receptionist girl, who had just taken a step, stopped.

Since Zhang Xiaofeng was taking over the matter, there was no need for her to go the extra mile.

Zhang Xiaofeng made a phone call, and then Mei Ting, who had partnered with him before, came down from upstairs. Upon seeing Hua Qiang, her expression couldn't help but change.

She could feel a pressure emanating from Hua Qiang.

This fatty has changed so much, could his realm be even higher than hers?

She shook her head, dismissing the thought that she considered ridiculous.

Zhang Xiaofeng affectionately put his arm around Hua Qiang's shoulders and said with surprise, "Little brother, why do I feel like there's an explosive force contained within your body?"

"And your strength seems to have surpassed big brother's."

"What realm are you at now?"

Hua Qiang pretended not to understand.

"Big brother, I'm not too sure about this. How about after my little sister gets certified, I'll also take a test and update this Martial Artist Medal?"

"Okay! Then big brother will eagerly await it!"

In the certification room, Ye Bingxue stood in front of the instrument, placing her hands on the Blood Qi sensing area.

A set of numbers then flickered on the screen, finally stopping at 203.5.

Holy crap!

"Our little sister's Blood Qi is so high! Incredible, little brother, your family truly produces both dragons and phoenixes!"

"Big brother congratulates you both here!"

Seeing that her Blood Qi was so high, Ye Bingxue couldn't suppress the smile on her face.

Her usual cold, distant goddess image vanished, and she instantly transformed into a cute girl next door.

She was simply too happy.

Such a high Blood Qi value far exceeded the 150 threshold for low-level Martial Artists.

Next, she just had to see if her strength could exceed the minimum number, and then she would be successfully certified.

Taking a few deep breaths, she adjusted her state to the best, then gathered all her strength into her right arm, transmitting it to her fist.

Using all her might, she punched the sensor fiercely.

150... 230... 480... 720... 960... 1100... 1221.

When the number reached 1221 jin, it finally stopped.

Holy crap!

"Congratulations, little sister, your punching power has reached 1221 jin, far exceeding the strength of a low-level Martial Artist."

"It's even close to the strength of a mid-level Martial Artist."

"You are now a true Martial Artist!"

Seeing this number, Mei Ting's face also showed surprise, and she then became happy for Ye Bingxue.

The larger the ranks of human Martial Artists, the safer their Blue Star would be!

Soon, 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-level Martial Artist, and also passed her a black card, repeating the same action.

Ye Bingxue clutched the black card tightly in her hand. She heard Zhang Xiaofeng tell her that she would receive a monthly Martial Artist allowance of 20,000 and a three-bedroom apartment.

Her head was buzzing, and she couldn't hear anything else.

Hua Qiang gently patted her back from the side, "Little sis, snap out of it!"

"This is all standard procedure, nothing to get excited about. Stay calm and treat it with a normal mindset!"

"Learn from your big brother!"

Indeed, Hua Qiang had been excited when he received these things too, but he hadn't lost his composure like this.

The little girl's state of mind still needed strengthening through training.

Perhaps it was because she was used to a hard life at home, having lived in that small room for a full 17 years. Suddenly owning a spacious, large house, and one that belonged to her personally.

How could she not be overjoyed, even showing a bit of unexpected behavior?

Otherwise, why did Fan Jin go mad after passing the imperial examination?

"Little brother, you should test yourself too. Let's see what your current realm is! Big brother can help you re-register and upgrade your benefits!"

"Okay!"

Hua Qiang walked over, and under the extremely expectant gazes of the three, placed his hands on the Blood Qi sensing area.

A set of data displayed on the screen shocked everyone present.

624.6!

Holy cow!

Holy cow!

Holy cow!

Zhang Xiaofeng, Mei Ting, and Ye Bingxue couldn't help but exclaim in their native tongue.

A Blood Qi of 624.6 had surpassed the 600-point mark of a peak Martial Artist.

Was this a monster descending to the earth?

Just two days ago, his certification was only a little over 160 points, and his cultivation had soared to such a high level in just two days.

Was he injected with chicken blood or had he taken stimulants?

Zhang Xiaofeng thought the instrument was broken, checked it, and then had to accept reality.

The data was correct, it was indeed 624.6.

This was the peak Martial Artist level.

"Little brother, see how many kilograms your punch power reached?"

"Okay!"

Hua Qiang also wanted to know his ultimate strength. He stopped holding back his power.

Under the fiery gazes of the three, he swung his fist and slammed it heavily onto the power testing area.

A heavy thud echoed, and then a set of numbers jumped continuously, finally stopping at 5382 kilograms.

In the room, apart from the instrument's broadcast, no other sound could be heard.

Zhang Xiaofeng, Mei Ting, and Ye Bingxue were all stunned.

Their eyes were fixed on the numbers displayed on the screen, and they dared not believe it was true.

5382 kilograms, this had already exceeded the level of a high-level Martial Master at 5250.

This person was truly a freak!

His Blood Qi had reached the peak Martial Artist stage, and his actual strength had already surpassed that of a high-level Martial Master.

Damn it, anyone who dared to bully him because of his apparent realm would definitely have a tough time.

This was fighting beyond one's level, and he was someone who could fight across entire realms!

What a talent!

No, I have to report this situation to the president!

Zhang Xiaofeng lightly punched Hua Qiang's shoulder, saying excitedly, "Little brother, please wait a moment."

"Big brother will re-assign your information level and the benefits you should receive."

"However, regarding these benefits, I'll report your information to the president, and he will determine them. I estimate they should surpass the treatment of a Martial Master, right?"

"Okay, then we'll wait here for good news!"

If there were better benefits, only a fool would refuse.

It would be even better if there were rewards like cultivation techniques or combat skills.

Zhang Xiaofeng didn't even have time to greet Mei Ting before he sprinted upstairs.

He went all the way to the eighth floor.

At this moment, in the president's office on the eighth floor, Mo Wuqiong was frowning, looking at a document in front of him, his mood very unsettled