The four generals were veterans of countless battles, yet Yang Ling's high jump test had left even them somewhat speechless.
This went beyond mere excellence.
A hundred jumps, each reaching precisely the same height, with a final average of thirty zhang.
"If a martial artist like this joined the army, he would be a butcher on the battlefield."
On the battlefield, the word "butcher" carried tremendous weight.
It usually referred to a supreme expert whose strength and methods far exceeded his cultivation.
Such opponents also gave them the greatest headaches.
They rarely made mistakes, achieving the best results with the least expenditure.
They were unlike ordinary martial artists, who frequently left openings despite considerable cultivation, allowing others to exploit their weaknesses.
Vice Minister Hua slowly spoke. "Do you still have enough qi and blood for the next test?"
Yang Ling said, "Yes."
The monk Liaochen chuckled. "Yang Personal Disciple, surely you've already exhausted your qi and blood.
"Building up qi and blood can't be rushed. You've only just advanced to the fifth rank. Did Palace Master Yun remind you to take things slowly, one step at a time?"
Yang Ling ignored him, did a few warm-up exercises, and began the long jump test.
Twenty zhang was a pass, thirty was outstanding, and forty was excellent.
His knees bent slightly, then snapped straight the next instant.
Yang Ling shot out like a cannonball before landing firmly on the ground.
Vice Minister Hua glanced over. "Forty zhang."
The smile on Liaochen's face grew somewhat strained, but he still forced a smile and said:
"Very good, very good. It seems your qi and blood really are abundant, Yang Personal Disciple. But next, there's still..."
Yang Ling continued the long jump test.
Once, twice, three times...
Seventy, eighty, ninety!
Ninety-eight!
One hundred!
He completed