First Mock Exam 2

The next few classes performed similarly, with the fastest hitting around 11.30 seconds and the slowest staying within 12.50 seconds. Although Sixth Middle School was an ordinary high school, the students had undergone systematic training, and their physical fitness generally surpassed that of their peers in the previous world.

"Third batch, Class Seven students, get ready!"

Chen Mo stepped onto lane three and took a deep breath. He closed his eyes for a moment, mobilizing his whole body's muscle memory. The body coordination brought by [Body Tempering Fist Lv.3] came into play at this moment.

"On your marks—get set—"

The gunshot!

Chen Mo pushed off the ground and shot forward. He could feel that he was much stronger than a month ago; his starting explosive power had noticeably improved. During the run, he deliberately adjusted his breathing, coordinating with the steady lower body trained through Black Tiger Stance, trying to maintain his speed as much as possible.

When he crossed the finish line, he heard his result: "Lane three, 11.89 seconds."

This result ranked third in Class Seven and was roughly in the upper-middle range for the entire grade. Chen Mo panted as he walked back to the team, basically satisfied with this score—it far exceeded the original owner's previous performances of over 13 seconds.

Zhang Shun ran a 12.34, placing him in the lower-middle of the class. He hung his head dejectedly: "Sigh, same old story."

"It's fine, there are other events," Chen Mo said, patting his shoulder.

In the 400-meter test, Chen Mo ran 58.76 seconds, also in the upper-middle range. He noticed that his endurance was indeed lacking; his speed dropped significantly in the second half.

"Look! Song Yunliang is up!"

Someone shouted, and everyone's gaze focused on the track. A dark-skinned, tall and sturdy boy stepped onto the starting line. He was Song Yunliang, the universally recognized martial arts prodigy of Sixth Middle School.

The moment the gun fired, Song Yunliang shot out like a cheetah, his starting speed clearly a cut above the others! His strides were long and powerful, his acceleration smooth and natural, as if his whole body was filled with explosive strength.

"10.98 seconds!"

The whole venue erupted!

"10.98 seconds! That's close to First-Class Athlete level!"

"Song Yunliang is really something. I heard both his parents are Third-Rank Martial Artists; they've been building his foundation with medicine since he was a child."

"Too bad his Cultural Class scores are terrible, otherwise he'd have gone to First Middle School long ago."

Chen Mo's heart shook. 10.98 seconds—this result was absolutely top-tier at Sixth Middle School, even close to students from some key high schools. Song Yunliang's 400-meter time was equally astonishing—51.23 seconds, easily taking first place.

"Is this the gap in talent and resources?" Chen Mo pondered to himself. But he wasn't discouraged; instead, he became more determined to catch up.

At the Strength Test area, students took turns testing their Punching Force and Leg Strength.

Most students had a Punching Force between 130-180 kg and Leg Strength between 250-350 kg. This level was already equivalent to the strength of professional athletes from the previous world.

When Li Haoran stepped up, he drew some attention. He wasn't particularly burly, but his muscle lines were distinct, clearly the result of systematic training. He stood before the testing device, took a deep breath, and threw a punch!

"Punching Force 192 kg! Qi and Blood Mobilization Efficiency 85%! Comprehensive Score 84 points!"

"Leg Strength 365 kg! Qi and Blood Mobilization Efficiency 83%! Comprehensive Score 86 points!"

A decent result, at an excellent level for Sixth Middle School.

Zhao Peng's performance was slightly inferior—Punching Force 188 kg, Leg Strength 358 kg—but his Qi and Blood Mobilization Efficiency was only 78%, with a Comprehensive Score around 84 points.

When it was Chen Mo's turn, he stood before the testing device without rushing to punch. He closed his eyes, recalling the key points of power generation from Black Tiger Stance—power originates from the ground, traveling through each joint in sequence.

The proficiency of [Body Tempering Fist Lv.3] awakened his body memory. He took a deep breath, imagining himself as a drawn bow.

A punch shot out!

The machine vibrated, numbers jumping: 187 kg.

"Punching Force 187, Qi and Blood Mobilization Efficiency 79%, Comprehensive Score 78 points."

The supervising teacher nodded: "Good technique on the power generation; there's still room to improve your strength."

For the Leg Strength test, Chen Mo adjusted his stance and whipped a kick onto the testing pad.

342 kg.

"Leg Strength 342, Qi and Blood Mobilization Efficiency 81%, Comprehensive Score 80 points."

This result was upper-middle in Class Seven and roughly mid-tier for the entire grade. Chen Mo silently noted his shortcomings—his base strength indeed needed intensive training.

When Song Yunliang stepped onto the testing platform, the atmosphere heated up again.

He didn't punch immediately. Instead, he first sank his waist and settled into a horse stance, the muscles across his body slightly bulging. Chen Mo keenly sensed that the other's Qi and Blood seemed thicker than an average person's.

"Ha!"

A punch blasted out, the machine emitting a dull thud, the numbers on the display wildly jumping!

245 kg!

"Punching Force 245! Qi and Blood Mobilization Efficiency 89%! Comprehensive Score 95 points!"

Next came the Leg Strength test. Song Yunliang delivered a powerful side kick, and the machine made an even louder sound.

432 kg!

"Leg Strength 432! Qi and Blood Mobilization Efficiency 88%! Comprehensive Score 94 points!"

Exclamations of awe rang out across the venue.

"So strong! This strength already surpasses many students from key high schools, doesn't it?"

"I heard Song Yunliang has been doing Body Tempering with Medicinal Baths since he was a kid. His foundation is really solid."

"Too bad his Cultural Class scores are terrible, otherwise..."

Chen Mo stared at Song Yunliang's results, his mind both shaken and clear-headed. A Punching Force of 245 kilograms, a Leg Strength of 432 kilograms—this was already at the level of professional boxers and combat athletes. But he noticed that while Song Yunliang's Qi and Blood Mobilization Efficiency was high, it still hadn't reached 90%, meaning there was room for improvement in his technique.

"I still have a chance to catch up," Chen Mo thought to himself. The system gave him a rate of improvement beyond ordinary people. As long as he kept at it, there was no reason he couldn't close the gap or even surpass these prodigies.

At the Reaction Test area, the students watched the three hemispherical machines covered in launch ports with grim expressions.

The proctor explained the rules seriously: "...Each machine will randomly fire 30 rubber balls within 30 seconds, with speeds gradually increasing from 10 meters per second to 30 meters per second. Knocking one away scores 3 points, getting hit deducts 1 point. Full score is 100."

"Note: being hit by a ball at 30 meters per second will hurt. Students with a Qi and Blood Value below 80 points may request a difficulty reduction."

Quite a few students turned pale. For ordinary high schoolers, this test was indeed quite challenging.

The first batch of test-takers performed mediocrely. Most could only knock away 15 to 20 balls, scoring between 40 and 60 points.

When Li Haoran stepped up, his performance was fairly impressive. His footwork was agile, his reactions quick, and he moved rapidly within the test zone, using both fists and feet.

"Knocked away 25, hit 4 times. Score: 71 points."

Applause rose from the spectator area. This result was already excellent for Sixth Middle School.

Zhao Peng, on the other hand, only knocked away 24 balls and was hit twice, scoring 70 points. He left the test zone looking slightly disappointed.

Zhang Shun fared even worse. He got flustered after just 22 seconds, ultimately knocking away only 13 balls and getting hit 9 times, scoring 30 points. He came down with his head hanging.

"Chen Mo, get ready," the teacher called out.