Hua Qiang took a deep breath, gathered the power within his body into his right arm, concentrated it all into his fist, then slammed it heavily into the strength testing area.
As a thunderous boom rang out, numbers began rapidly jumping across the display panel in the strength testing area.
10000...15000...28000...37000...42000...48500...56000...63000... Slowly, the jumping data came to a stop, finally displaying 63,850 kilograms.
Thud... Thud! Clang!
The few people who had just climbed up from the floor, their bodies not yet steady, were so frightened by those numbers that they fell to the ground again.
Someone even knocked the items off a nearby table, sending them crashing to the floor with a clang.
Good heavens!
63,850 kilograms! Nearly fifteen times the strength attribute!
This... this was a genuine genius—no, a monster!
For ordinary Martial Artists, the ratio between Blood Qi and strength was one to five.
A mid-level Martial Ancestor had 4,000 points of Blood Qi, so his strength bonus should have been 20,000 kilograms.
Exceeding that figure meant possessing the ability to fight above one's rank.
Yet this young man before them had actually reached more than 50,000 kilograms. That number had already reached the standard of a low-level Martial King.
In other words, Hua Qiang could fight across an entire major realm. His strength was even a notch greater than that of a low-level Martial King.
They had struck gold at Modu Base!
Every person present had a flushed face and a trembling body, excitement surging wildly through their hearts.
This young man belonged to their Modu district, which meant that the Magic City War Zone had produced a powerful expert.
When beast hordes attacked the city in the future, he could fully hold up one side by himself, perhaps even guard an entire city alone!
When they held Martial Arts Competitions against other war zones in the future, they would have hope of taking first place and obtaining vast amounts of strategic resources.
All of this would be created by this young man!
Mo Wuqiong walked forward with trembling lips and tightly grasped Hua Qiang's hands with both of his.
"Old brother, I truly never expected you to have already reached such a powerful level."
"This is a blessing for Modu Base, a blessing for our Martial Arts Association."
"Old brother, I'll immediately adjust your rank and revise your benefits."
"We will grant you the highest-level Martial Artist pass and equip you with the greatest welfare privileges!"
"Also, if you have any requests, just bring them up. As long as they are within our capabilities and permitted by the rules, we can handle them for you!"
Hua Qiang immediately smiled. This was exactly what he had been waiting to hear.
Why had he revealed his strength?
It was to receive their focused cultivation and resource support. But the greatest reason was that his dad and mom needed the Martial Arts Association's protection.
Because he had formed a grudge with the Blood Slaughter Alliance.
In the future, he would continuously clash with Blood Slaughter Alliance assassins, and the assassins sent after him would grow stronger each time.
He needed the Martial Arts Association to protect his family. Only once their safety was guaranteed and he had no worries behind him could he go all out in dealing with those rats, then sweep them all into one net and wipe them out completely!
"President Mo..."
"Old brother, why be so formal? Call me old brother!"
Mo Wuqiong shamelessly tried to close the distance.
The others all had the urge to cover their faces, turn away, and distance themselves from him.
How disgraceful. His skin was far too thick!
But they wanted to do the same thing!
"Fine!" Hua Qiang secretly laughed. From now on, Mo Yanran would have to call him uncle.
"Well then, old brother, I really do have a request."
"Go ahead, old brother. As long as we can do it, we'll definitely handle it properly!"
"It's actually not difficult. It's very simple for you."
"I need you to send a team to protect my dad and mom."
"They're ordinary people. I'm worried that someone might want to deal with me, then turn around and target them instead, using them to threaten me."
Mo Wuqiong waved a broad hand!
"Old brother, I'll immediately send Grand Martial Master Realm experts to protect them around the clock, twenty-four hours a day."
"Old brother, just go and do what you need to do without worry."
"But old brother has one request: if anything happens at Modu Base in the future, I hope old brother can lend a hand when appropriate!"
Mo Wuqiong put it very tactfully, even somewhat humbly.
Who could blame him? This young man was stronger than he was. On the path of martial arts, age and seniority meant nothing—strength was what mattered.
Whoever was stronger? Whoever had the harder fist? That person was the boss!
Even if Hua Qiang was much younger than him, he was still a senior.
As the saying went, there was no first or last in learning; whoever achieved mastery was the teacher!
When Hua Qiang left the Martial Arts Association, the Martial Artist medal on his body had already turned gold.
This was the highest-level medal Modu Base could grant—the Martial Ancestor Medal.
As for a Martial King Realm medal, they did not have the authority to issue one. Only a higher-level Martial Arts Association or a national-level institution had the right to grant it.
After all, once one reached the Martial King Realm, one became a strategic resource of the nation.
Although Hua Qiang's medal was currently at the Martial Ancestor Realm, his resource allocation and welfare benefits had reached the Martial King Realm.
After all, his combat power was already comparable to that of a low-level Martial King!
Naturally, he should enjoy Martial King-level treatment.
His family had only just moved into their villa, and they did not want to move again.
So Hua Qiang accepted the reward of a larger and more luxurious villa, though he had no plans to move in for the time being.
His monthly salary subsidy had already reached the terrifying sum of ten million.
A monthly salary of ten million made him one of the people standing above all others at Modu Base, among the very top tier.
As for cultivation techniques and combat achievements, he was free to choose any of them. Everything was fully open to him.
He could learn as many as he wanted. In any case, the highest grade at Modu Base was only Mysterious Grade, which could no longer quite satisfy Hua Qiang's needs.
Mo Wuqiong even wanted to use his connections to communicate with that General in the military, to see whether he could obtain an Earth Grade cultivation technique.
After all, a higher-grade cultivation technique could further raise Hua Qiang's combat power.
As for Martial Weapons, Hua Qiang still chose a saber.
The saber had already reached Silver Rank in quality, and it even had a pleasant name—Cold Moon!
On Blue Star, Martial Weapon quality was divided from low to high into seven ranks: Bronze Rank, Silver Rank, Gold Rank, Diamond Rank, Legendary Rank, Epic Rank, and Dao Rank.
With every rank increase, its power rose by multiples, and the combat power it could unleash likewise multiplied.
Hua Qiang had now obtained a Silver Rank great saber.
Cold Moon's sharpness and the force it could withstand far surpassed his previous Golden Crow Great Saber.
When he used this saber and unleashed Moon Embrace Saber, its damage range expanded severalfold compared to before, while the efficiency of his area-wide attacks multiplied as well.
Ring-ring-ring...
Eighth High School.
Principal Wang Peiyuan's office.
This middle-aged man, whose hair was somewhat thinning, was seated behind his desk reviewing a document.
The sudden ringing of the phone interrupted his train of thought.
He picked it up, his voice somewhat displeased. "Hello, who is this?"
"This is Mo Wuqiong!"
Wang Peiyuan hurriedly rose to his feet and said respectfully, "President Mo, may I ask why you are calling? What instructions do you have?"
"Hahaha, Principal Wang, congratulations!
Your school is truly something this year. Just wait to treat me to a feast!"
Wang Peiyuan was utterly bewildered, having no idea what Mo Wuqiong meant by this call.
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