Melee Mage, Dual Cultivation of Martial and Magic.
Although Miss Wen had always liked talking about her feelings, when faced with someone impervious to persuasion, she could still throw a decent punch.
Once she realized Professor Fu's group meeting wasn't a joke and that he really wanted them to go all out, she clearly stopped holding back.
Buzz—
Even the sound effect was different. When that serious punch landed on Fu Qian's chest, it rang like a bell, soothing to the soul. If that wasn't a form of spiritual salvation, what was?
But that was only the initial sensation. Savored afterward, the lingering resonance was like demonic music filling one's ears, stirring up improper thoughts...
Aside from that, its purely physical force was also astonishing, no weaker than a demigod-level Air Bullet.
All one could say was that Miss Wen hadn't been exaggerating. The power behind that punch was more than most demigods could handle.
"Not bad—you pass."
After taking a punch to the chest, Fu Qian looked at Wen Li, who had stepped back and was anxiously awaiting his feedback. He nodded, offering the same praise as before, then added something seemingly inexplicable.
"You. Do it again."
Before either of the two involved could voice their confusion, Fu Qian had already turned back to the lab assistant and explained why he'd said that.
Clearly, Liu Shuang was merely not bad. She hadn't passed.
"Mm... All right."
Perhaps she didn't understand what he was doing, but Ji Liushuang had no objections. She placed her hand on the Sword in the Stone she'd just put away.
"Wait a moment."
Professor Fu indicated that he wasn't ready yet. As the two young women watched, he untied a ribbon wrapped around his hand and tied it over his eyes.
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