Controlling the Body

After waiting half an hour, all the procedures and approvals were complete.

At this point, Ye Cang's status had successfully been elevated to Quasi-Warrior.

This also meant that he could apply for the Warrior assessment.

Afterward, Ye Cang once again walked toward a Punching Power Tester not far away.

Seeing what he was doing, quite a few people turned to look, their eyes filled with confusion.

"Didn't he just finish testing? What's he doing again?"

"No idea. Could it be that he didn't unleash his full strength earlier?"

Amid everyone's doubts, Ye Cang had already taken his stance before the Punching Power Tester.

Bang!

The testing machine shook violently. A few breaths later, a new line of data appeared on the screen.

"1067kg!"

At the sight, many people's eyes were filled with astonishment.

But before they could say anything, Ye Cang threw punch after punch.

"1128kg!"

"1236kg!"

"..."

As the force of his battle technique erupted, the punches he threw grew increasingly fierce and domineering.

In just a few breaths, his strength had already surpassed 1,400 kilograms.

"1410kg!"

Watching the number finally stop changing, Ye Cang slowly let out a breath.

Just as he had expected, he had perfectly met the first punching power requirement for the Warrior assessment—and exceeded it by quite a bit.

Afterward, Ye Cang headed toward the track nearby.

The Warrior assessment required more than just sufficient strength; speed and reaction ability also had to meet the standard.

Now that he had a clear grasp of his strength, Ye Cang began testing his speed.

By then, the power he had unleashed had already thoroughly shocked the dozens of people training here.

Everyone wore expressions of astonishment, their eyes full of disbelief.

"So strong! Is this guy really a newcomer?"

"Maybe he's some hidden descendant of a family. Looks like he came early to get accustomed to things for the Warrior assessment in a few days."

"Quick, follow him. Let's see whether his speed meets the standard."

Before long, dozens of people had gathered around the track.

Ye Cang glanced at the crowd, his expression calm. Looking toward the switch of the speed tester not far away, he was just about to step forward when a figure suddenly darted out from the side.

"Big brother, get ready. I'll turn it on for you!"

A young man hurried over to the speed tester and activated the device for him.

"Thanks!"

At that, Ye Cang nodded to the young man, then walked to the starting line of the track.

"Next is speed!"

Ye Cang adjusted his breathing and looked ahead. The speed-testing section of the track was a hundred meters long.

He held his breath and focused, while simultaneously circulating the force of his battle technique.

With a whoosh, his body nearly left an afterimage as he vanished from the starting point.

In less than four seconds, he had already appeared at the finish line.

Yet before he could check the data, cries of surprise erupted around him once more.

"27.5m/s!"

"He passed!"

"That's incredible!"

"There's only the neural reaction test left. If he can pass that too..."

Amid the crowd's exclamations, Ye Cang glanced at the data, and his heart immediately settled.

His speed had already met the standard.

Only the third test, "neural reaction," remained.

Arriving at the Neural Reaction Testing Room connected to the martial arts hall not far away, Ye Cang pushed open the door and walked in.

As soon as he entered, he found that this room was somewhat different. It was a cylindrical room five meters in diameter and about three meters high.

The walls were made of white crystal blocks, each roughly twenty centimeters long and wide.

As he entered, those crystal blocks gradually began to emit a faint white glow.

"Neural response test commencing. The rules will now be explained."

A cold mechanical voice rang out, and the door behind Ye Cang automatically closed.

"After the test begins, the test crystals will emit red lasers. The participant must evade the red lasers fired by the crystal blocks."

"Within one minute, the fewer times one is struck by the red lasers, the better the result."

"The standard neural response for a martial artist is to be hit no more than 45 times."

"The test will begin when the countdown ends!"

"Three!"

"Two!"

"One!"

Listening to the rules, Ye Cang gradually raised his guard.

The next instant, a red laser shot straight at his forehead from the front.

Whoosh!

Ye Cang tilted his head and hurriedly dodged aside.

But at that moment, several more red lasers shot out from the crystal blocks in the corner of his vision, sweeping toward his body.

What a fast speed!

Ye Cang was greatly startled and hastily adjusted his stance, beginning to evade.

At the same time, Ye Cang's figure during the test appeared on a hundred-inch electronic screen outside the room.

Quite a few people had gathered in front of the screen to watch.

As time passed, many of them gradually frowned.

Before they knew it, the sixty seconds had ended.

"112 hits by red lasers in 60 seconds. Unqualified."

As a line of data appeared on the electronic screen, everyone froze for a moment, disbelief showing on many faces.

"He failed!"

"How could he be so far off?"

"So he's a Brash Zhang Fei!"

"As expected of someone from a great family. He was protected too well—he probably has never experienced real combat."

"Let's go, let's go. With reflexes like that, he definitely has no chance in the assessment a few days from now."

"At this level, anyone we pick from among us would be better than him."

"Exactly. My strength is only a little over eight hundred kilograms, but if we fought, he wouldn't even be able to touch the hem of my clothes."

Seeing the result, the surrounding crowd erupted into discussion, mixed with quite a few disdainful remarks. The people who had gathered around had already dispersed for the most part.

Inside the room, Ye Cang also heard the announcement of the test result.

Although he had been mentally prepared, he still found it somewhat hard to believe.

He had not expected the gap in neural response between himself and a martial artist to be so great.

After pondering for a moment, Ye Cang focused his mind once more and started the test again.

My speed isn't bad. I just haven't fully adapted to this body yet, so I can't perfectly control my strength.

Ye Cang was well aware of his own shortcomings.

Likewise, he had tremendous confidence that he could quickly erase those shortcomings.

Because in his previous life, he had been a Sword Dao Grandmaster at the peak of Huaxia. His control over strength had long since reached perfection.

Whoosh!

His figure continuously weaved, twisted, and darted through the testing room.

At the same time, drawing on the experience of his previous life, he began adjusting the way he exerted force and moved his body, strengthening his control over it.

One minute later.

"107 hits by red lasers in 60 seconds. Unqualified."

Seeing the result, Ye Cang was delighted. He had improved slightly compared to last time.

"Continue!"

As the testing machine activated, Ye Cang began training once again.

"103 hits by red lasers..."

"Hit by the red lasers 95 times..."

"Hit by the red lasers 72 times..."

"Hit by the red lasers 54 times..."

"Hit 43 times within 60 seconds. Pass."

Time slipped by unnoticed. By the time Ye Cang heard the word "pass," a full half day had already gone by.

"Finally, I did it!"

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Ye Cang let out a breath of relief.

The further he went, the harder it became to improve. Over the course of the day, he had practiced dozens of times before achieving this result.

"I need to reinforce it a few more times and make sure nothing goes wrong!"

Ye Cang muttered, throwing himself back into practice.

By the time the moon hung over the treetops, his results had improved by a few more points.

Only after seeing that his subsequent results had stabilized did Ye Cang finally relax.

Leaving the Divine Firmament Martial Arts Hall, Ye Cang grabbed a casual meal and headed straight home.

The moment he lay down on his bed, exhaustion crashed over him, and he quickly fell asleep.