Inside the testing area, the atmosphere was tense and strangely charged.
The first test, which measured Soul Power, had already left the teachers of Sun Moon Imperial Soul Master Academy stunned by Huo Yuhao's Spirit King cultivation.
Immediately afterward, the second test began: strength.
"Strength is the foundation of a Soul Engineer," Director Lin Jiayi said sternly, his hands clasped behind his back. "Whether you're wielding a heavy Soul Cannon or operating a large mecha, without enough strength to support you, you'll fall apart before you can hurt the enemy. The rules are simple: no offensive Soul Tools, but you can use Soul Power boosts and support-type Soul Skills as you please."
He pointed to a huge metal device in front of them, fitted with a specially designed impact target.
The Shrek students stepped forward one by one.
However, the results weren't impressive.
Aside from He Caitou, a food-type Soul Master who specialized in strength, most of the others were agility or control types. Strength wasn't their forte.
Facing this testing machine, designed specifically for Soul Engineers, most of them received ratings in the forties or fifties—equivalent to the strength of a Soul Ancestor or Spirit King.
It was He Caitou's turn. The big, dark-skinned fellow grinned and recited the embarrassing incantation: "I've got a big cigar!"
A thick cigar appeared out of nowhere. He stuck it in his mouth and took a deep drag.
In an instant, his muscles swelled all over, as if they'd been pumped full of air, and his skin took on a glossy, dark sheen.
"Ha!"
He Caitou let out a roar and punched the target with the force of a black bear shaking a tree.
"Boom!"
The machine shook violently as the reading shot upward, finally stopping at—seventy levels!
"Spirit Saint-level strength!" The teacher