I Am--Omnipotent

The Punch Force Tester before him crouched on the ground like a slumbering Fierce Beast, its metallic presence striking awe into anyone seeing it for the first time.

Jiang Yan took a deep breath, channeling all his strength into his right arm. His eyes sharpened as he fixed his gaze on the Bullseye, like a predator stalking its prey, the aura forged in the Wilderness unintentionally spilling forth.

"Hm?" Zhang Qiang raised a thick eyebrow, as if some nerve in his body had twitched. But soon, he chuckled and dismissed it, not taking it seriously. "Guess I'm overthinking it—that kid's just a child after all."

Jiang Yan threw a full-force punch, using no entries or talents, relying solely on the raw power of his flesh.

His fist slammed into the Bullseye with blinding speed, leaving only a blur.

Boom!!!

Like thunder rolling through the ages, the earth-shaking strike drowned out every sound in the hall, a faint sonic boom sweeping through the air.

At the registration desk, a staff member leisurely raised his teacup, ready for a small sip.

Suddenly!

Crack—fine fissures spiderwebbed across the porcelain.

Then came the deafening impact.

The thunderous roar surpassed even Zhang Qiang's earlier display. Zhang Qiang, the staff, and the students waiting to test all clamped their hands over their ears, staring at Jiang Yan as if they'd seen a ghost.

Jiang Yan shook his hand, calmly watching the numbers on the display screen climb.

5000kg

9000kg

10,000kg

11,000kg

12,000kg

The numbers wavered, finally settling at 12,000kg.

Silence. The entire hall fell into a deathly stillness.

Everyone's eyes bulged like a cow's, mouths gaping wide enough to swallow a Fierce Beast egg. That stark number burned into their retinas, and a wave of stunned disbelief turned their gazes squarely on Jiang Yan.

Clatter—

At the registration desk, the staff member's cup shattered completely, fragments scattering across the floor with a crisp sound.

That sharp noise acted like a trigger, snapping the frozen crowd back to reality.

"Holy shit!" Zhang Qiang blurted out, utterly losing his composure.

What the hell is this? Tell your dad what this is?

12,000kg of full-force power—is that the kind of number a student should be putting out?

Then what the hell have my years of hard work in the Wilderness been for? I've been busting my ass at the Warrior Building, showing off like a clown?

The staff member frantically checked the machine up and down, as if afraid a loose screw had caused a malfunction.

The students, the same age as Jiang Yan, lost focus in their eyes, as if a voice kept repeating in their ears:

Go home, kid, go home. You're only fit to be a pile of dog shit.

They were numb. They'd finally awakened their talents and come to test, only to be told that someone their age had already surpassed Blood Condensation Perfection?

Unlike Zhang Qiang, Jiang Yan was a real "local," wasn't he?

Wasn't this like a final boss showing up in a noob village—how the hell were they supposed to play?

Some students felt their Dao Heart waver. The joy of awakening vanished in an instant, replaced by a faint, lingering sense of powerlessness that would take a long time to shake off.

"Is that enough?" Jiang Yan showed no surprise at his own performance. After nearly a month of fighting in the Wilderness, countless instances of Physique Enhancement had made him fully accept his current punching power.

And besides...

This was just his base punch. Jiang Yan's true terror lay in his entries.

Battle Saint Armor boosted all his stats by 40%, and Blade Bearer added another 20% stat increase. But the most insane, the most underhanded, was this—

Demon's Scale!

It could transfer all amplified stats into strength!

With that, one punch from Jiang Yan, and he had no idea if the testing machine in front of him would explode on the spot.

This was the twisted nature of his entries, and also Jiang Yan's combat trump card.

Jiang Yan asked again, the staff member now speechless: "Is that enough?"

The man opened his mouth, then nodded mechanically.

"Okay."

The staff member hurriedly recorded the data in the register, then stammered:

"Th-then, please activate your talent."

Boom!

Those words reignited the crowd's emotions—they only now realized—

Jiang Yan hadn't even used his talent yet!

A man who could deliver a punch of kg without activating his talent—what would happen when he did?

Jiang Yan ignored the reactions around him and began activating his talent, the Battle Saint Armor.

On the sly, he also triggered the trait Demon's Scale.

The Blade Bearer needed a blade in hand, and Jiang Yan couldn't use that yet.

But the Battle Saint Armor and Demon's Scale alone were enough for this test.

"An S-rank Talent? I wonder if I qualify?"

Boom!

Jiang Yan struck without hesitation.

Another tidal wave of fist force, another overwhelming suppression of power. This time, no one dared blink—all eyes were glued to the numbers on the display.

Amid the crowd's tense, tangled emotions, the number finally settled on a figure that numbed them all—

kg

Jiang Yan was no longer quite human, trending instead toward a Hundred-Ton King. From now on, on the National Highway, only terrified truck drivers would be his match.

Jiang Yan: We're all just trying to survive.

Truck driver: Hey, that's my line!

The boost in strength manifested differently in punching power. Jiang Yan hadn't sacrificed all defense for raw force—because without a sturdy physique as a foundation, even the greatest power had no room to operate. Your hand would snap.

So this wasn't the limit of Jiang Yan's punching power—it was the limit of what his body could endure.

But even that alone was enough to terrify.

The staff member didn't know what to say anymore, mechanically scribbling numbers on the form.

"Alright, you can go wait for the evaluation results," he said.

Jiang Yan didn't move. The staffer swallowed nervously and asked, "Is there something else, sir?"

Jiang Yan flashed a bright smile: "I told you, my talent is all-around. Isn't there anything else to test besides strength?"

Staff member: ?

He looked closely at the register, at the words written there:

"All-Around."

His doubtful gaze turned to the man behind the registration desk—the one who had once questioned Jiang Yan's "all-around" claim.

The man shrugged, as if resigned, and nodded at him.

Staff member: ...

So Jiang Yan's freakishness wasn't just in strength—it was in everything!

Jiang Yan was just too comprehensive.

And so, he began his testing spree.

Speed: MAX

Reaction: MAX

Jumping: MAX

Durability: MAX

Every single metric was the ceiling of his realm.

After finishing his tests, Jiang Yan walked over to Zhang Qiang, patted his shoulder just like before, and asked with a grin:

"Am I strong enough to be a warrior like Zhang Qiang now?"

Zhang Qiang: ...

Dear god, I've been showing off right in front of the little ancestor.

The staff member who had once doubted Jiang Yan took a deep breath. "Phew—good thing I apologized to him early."

Finally, the test results came out.

Upstairs, Chen An happily bounded down with a big black bag.

"Jiang Yan, everything's sold. We're about to make a killing this time!"