Values

Values!

Five hundred points had actually been enough.

Eastsea Academy had only purchased a thousand-point model out of caution, imagining that some students might surpass five hundred points.

Yet they had never expected that one day, some living ancestor would exceed a thousand.

"Click—"

The screen suddenly went black with a soft sound, freezing at "999" before going completely dark.

Wu Changkong stared at the crashed machine. After several seconds of silence, he finally came back to himself, his voice carrying a faint, imperceptible dryness. "This machine's upper limit is one thousand points."

He raised his eyes to Su Qiu, his tone becoming somewhat complicated. He had thought he already held Su Qiu in high regard, but he had still underestimated him. "Your Mental Power has exceeded this testing equipment's measurement range."

Gu Yue's eyes held a strange look. She had long known that Su Qiu's talent was unprecedented among humans, but she had never expected his Mental Power to be so high.

Perhaps before the Silver Dragon King, this amount of Mental Power was like a mayfly gazing upon the heavens.

But for Gu Yue, who had cultivated anew and started from nothing, she could more clearly sense just how terrifying this talent was.

It was potential capable of replacing the heavens.

Su Qiu looked at the darkened machine, thought for a moment, and said to Wu Changkong, "My Mental Power should be at the Spirit Sea Realm Mid-Stage."

It had originally been at the initial stage, but he had broken through to the mid-stage several months ago because of Gu Yue.

To the others, once they came back to their senses, Xie Xie and the rest merely blinked without much reaction. They did not know what the Spirit Sea Realm Mid-Stage meant.

But Wu Changkong knew. The Spirit Sea Realm Mid-Stage was far beyond a thousand points of Mental Power. Even he was only at that level.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in his heart as he put away the record sheet. "The Mental Power test ends here. Su Qiu's result will be recorded as 'beyond measurement range.' Next is the strength test. Everyone, gather in the room next door."

And another unexpected development occurred during the strength test.

This time, Zhang Yangzi had the lowest result, with only several dozen kilograms of strength.

Xie Xie had a little over one hundred kilograms.

Gu Yue had over three hundred kilograms.

Next came Wang Jinxi.

"Wang Jinxi!"

Hearing his name, the tall, thin Wang Jinxi stepped up to the strength-testing machine and took a deep breath. The earlier Mental Power test had utterly humiliated him. This was strength, his greatest specialty. It was time for him to perform.

Bang! After the left-hand test, the screen displayed "423 kilograms."

Bang! His right hand came down, and the number jumped to "468 kilograms."

The combined strength of both arms was nearly a thousand kilograms, enough to rival a pure strength-type Soul Master. Wang Jinxi was very satisfied with this result. The Class Promotion Tournament had only just ended, and his arms were still injured and had not yet recovered.

This result was still quite satisfying. Zhang Yangzi could not help shouting as well, venting the frustration in his heart.

"Tang Wulin."

Wu Changkong's voice rang out. He had arranged the strength-testing order from lowest to highest.

Tang Wulin walked up to the machine, his eyes instantly lighting up. After absorbing the energy of the first layer of the Golden Dragon King's Seal, he had clearly felt that his strength had increased by far more than one level.

He clenched both fists, and his bones gave off faint cracking sounds as a light Golden Dragon King aura spread outward.

Na'er's expression changed slightly.

Tang Wulin's left hand struck first.

Boom!

The screen displayed "1,156 kilograms."

His right hand followed immediately after.

Boom!

The number soared to "1,348 kilograms."

Amid the thunderous noise, Wang Jinxi, who had just been full of himself, was already dumbfounded. He knew Tang Wulin was strong, but he had never expected the gap between them to be so enormous.

"Where are those scales of yours? Add them and try again." Wu Changkong spoke expressionlessly.

Tang Wulin raised his right arm, and pale golden scales instantly covered it. The dense Golden Dragon King aura made Wang Jinxi instinctively retreat. His Martial Soul actually trembled with a sense of submission.

Afterward, Tang Wulin used Dragon Claw as well, striking with nearly two thousand kilograms of force.

Gu Yue remained calm, as though she had expected it all along.

Na'er's gaze flickered. The Golden Dragon's power was boiling.

It really was the Golden Dragon King.

"Next, Na'er."

Without any preparatory motion, Na'er slowly walked up to the machine, slightly raised her arm, and threw an utterly ordinary punch.

Boom—!

An even louder roar exploded, and the machine directly blew apart!

Black smoke billowed as fragments of components scattered across the floor.

There was another expert?!

This time, it was not just Wang Jinxi.

Xie Xie was nearly going mad. As an agility-attack Soul Master, he specialized in high offense and low defense. He feared opponents who could kill him with one punch the most.

With terror written all over his face, Xie Xie repeatedly looked at the scattered parts on the floor. If that punch had landed on him, would he not have been blasted into pieces too?!

Wu Changkong looked at the mess covering the floor and fell silent for several seconds. This machine's testing limit was ten thousand jin of force. Clearly, Na'er had far surpassed that number.

He turned toward Na'er, a trace of helplessness in his voice. "How much strength did you... use?"

"Not much. I just threw a casual punch."

At this point, Tang Wulin was nothing more than a little brother before Na'er. He had only absorbed the first layer of the Golden Dragon King's Seal.

But Na'er possessed a complete Golden Dragon Martial Soul. Not to mention, her Martial Soul was different from everyone else's.

Compared to the other Golden Dragon Martial Soul wielders throughout history, Na'er's Martial Soul was no different from a true Golden Dragon. It was power Gu Yue had intercepted from the divine power left behind by the Dragon God when she fled the God Realm, just after it had split into two.

After the tests ended.

Instead of clinging to Su Qiu again, Na'er quietly walked over to Gu Yue. The two exchanged a knowing glance before looking away.

"Su Qiu." Wu Changkong glanced at the destroyed machine and shook his head. "Forget it. You don't need to test. We'll end here for today."

They sparred almost every day, so there was no need for testing. Wu Changkong knew very well how powerful Su Qiu was.

He hurried off, preparing to go back and think things over. There were too many monsters in Zero Class. He needed to carefully consider how to teach them.

Perhaps he could not teach them much, but he absolutely could not lead them astray.

Even at Shrek, he had never seen people this talented.

If Shrek had possessed these few back then, what kind of genius would Wu Changkong have been? He would not even have ranked among them.

At that thought, no matter how cold Wu Changkong was, he could not help silently mourning for this generation of geniuses.

Class was over, but unlike usual, there were no cheers. Xie Xie, Wang Jinxi, and the others left in low spirits.

Actually, being easily defeated would not have mattered much.

But this kind of pure numerical suppression was true despair.

Those raw numbers had slapped the gap between them directly in their faces.

The scene Su Qiu had imagined, where Na'er would immediately rush over to play with him after class, did not happen.

He watched Na'er leave together with Gu Yue. The two no longer seemed hostile as before, instead appearing incomparably harmonious.

After thinking for a while, Su Qiu gave up trying to understand it. He did not care much about things like feelings anyway.

He neither pursued nor refused.

If Na'er took the initiative to cling to him, he would silently accept it. If she did not, he would not overthink it.

He never wasted energy tormenting himself.

That night, Na'er walked down a dark corridor and eventually entered Gu Yue's room.

The moment she entered, she saw Gu Yue practicing makeup in front of the dressing table.

Na'er frowned slightly. Rather than asking why Gu Yue was practicing that, she said, "When do we make our move?"