Testing Strength

"Is the No. 9 Ancient Civilization Ruins really that dangerous?"

Seeing that he had died within the ruins, Yang Wu felt a bit puzzled.

With his amplitude reaching 16 times, he should have been considered quite impressive among War God Level powerhouses, yet he still ended up falling in the No. 9 Ancient Civilization Ruins.

As someone familiar with the original story, Yang Wu naturally knew that the No. 9 Ancient Civilization Ruins was a trial base left on Earth by the immortal powerhouse Hu Yanbo.

It was just that he truly hadn't expected that, with the strength he possessed in the simulator, he still wouldn't be able to pass the assessment.

"It seems that if I want to head to the No. 9 Ancient Civilization Ruins in the future, I must be even more cautious!"

"However, although the simulation time was relatively short this time, my strength grew very quickly!"

[Simulation ended. You may choose one of the following rewards.]

[1. Martial arts cultivation at age 25.]

[2. Martial arts insights at age 25.]

[3. Life experiences from the simulation.]

Without any surprise, the increase in martial arts insights this time was relatively small, so Yang Wu directly chose reward one.

Having just completed his selection, Yang Wu immediately felt a powerful, mysterious force appear within his body, instantly merging into every part of his being.

With the help of this mysterious force, every cell in Yang Wu's body underwent a rapid transformation, and his physical fitness improved rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, Yang Wu had already become an entry-level War God Level martial artist!

"I've become a War God just like that?"

Feeling the incredible power contained within his body, Yang Wu felt a surge of excitement.

"Time to go to the Martial Arts Hall and test my current strength!"

Yang Wu immediately walked out of his villa and quickly headed toward the nearby Limits Pavilion.

It was just around seven o'clock in the morning, and there were quite a few martial artists in the residential quarter doing their morning exercises.

"Yang Wu, heading to the Martial Arts Hall so early!"

"Yang Wu, I heard you joined the Phantom Squad, that's truly amazing! I just returned from the Wilderness Area a few days ago; let's grab a drink when you're free!"

Many martial artists greeted Yang Wu enthusiastically.

Originally, very few people knew the extent of Yang Wu's strength, and many of them had even tried to recruit Yang Wu into their own martial artist squads in the past.

However, the fact that Yang Wu had joined the Phantom Squad over a month ago made these people find it somewhat unbelievable.

The Phantom Squad was composed entirely of War Generals, and even the weakest among them was a mid-level War General. Even if Yang Wu's strength were on the lower end, he would at least have to be an entry-level War General. In Mingyue Residential Quarter, there were only three War General Level martial artists in total.

Because of this, everyone showed Yang Wu much more respect; after all, in the world of martial artists, strength was what mattered most.

After entering the Limits Pavilion, Yang Wu took the elevator directly to the oversized Martial Arts Training Hall on the sixth floor.

"Let's see what level my physical fitness has actually reached."

Yang Wu walked straight toward a large punch force tester in the corner of the training hall.

He flipped the switch, and the display screen of the punch force tester lit up.

Boom!

Yang Wu moved.

Without adding any force-generating techniques, he simply pushed his physical fitness to the limit.

Yang Wu's right fist struck like a high-speed falling meteor, accompanied by the sound of sonic booms, slamming heavily into the target of the punch force tester.

With a 'bang'!

The target shook violently, teetering as if it were about to fall apart, and the sound was dull and muffled, as if it were on the verge of shattering.

Yang Wu immediately looked at the display screen above the punch force tester, where a line of numbers had appeared: "113756kg".

"110,000 kilograms?"

"How could it be this high?" Yang Wu was suddenly a bit dazed.

He had originally thought he had only just broken through to the War God Level, and if he were lucky, he might reach 70,000 or 80,000 kilograms.

However, his raw physical strength had actually reached 110,000 kilograms.

One had to know that 64,000 kilograms was the baseline for an entry-level War God, while 128,000 kilograms was the baseline for a mid-level War God.

Yang Wu's current physical fitness had reached 110,000 kilograms; rounding up, he could barely be considered a mid-level War God.

Yang Wu had originally wanted to test his force-generating technique, but looking at the teetering target, he dismissed the thought.

There were originally only three War General Level martial artists in Mingyue Residential Quarter, and not a single War God Level powerhouse, so the Limits Pavilion naturally wasn't equipped with the highest-end punch force tester.

This current machine was barely enough to measure Yang Wu's own strength. If he were to unleash his full three-fold force-generating technique, the nearly 350,000 kilograms of force would likely blow the target to pieces.

"Let's test my neural reaction speed."

Yang Wu walked directly into the Neural Reaction Tester room and set it to the 'entry-level War God' mode, which was the limit of what the Neural Reaction Tester here could handle.

Setting a '5-second delay to start', he pressed the red button and quickly walked into the testing circle.

Standing within the circle, about five seconds passed.

"Beep... beep-beep..."

The muzzle of the Neural Reaction Tester began to rotate rapidly, accelerating until it reached an astonishing speed.

Then, dozens of barrels within that massive muzzle fired rubber bullets in rapid succession, the projectiles streaking toward the red circle.

Yang Wu stood in the center of the red circle, moving with lightning speed.

His footwork was ethereal, yet incredibly swift.

One minute later, the muzzle slowed down until it stopped rotating.

Yang Wu hurried over to the screen and looked closely: "Sixty seconds, zero hits, no contact with red light, Excellent."

Perfect-level movement technique, truly terrifying!

Yang Wu was not the least bit surprised by these results.

The enhancement to physical fitness from various treasures is truly staggering! Yang Wu sighed to himself.

Yang Wu still remembered that during his last simulation, he had also entered the Elite Training Camp. However, it had taken nearly five years of cultivation, supplemented by a dose of Dragon Blood, for him to break through to the War God Level.

Yet in this simulation, with extensive access to the Ancient Civilization Gravity Chamber and the aid of two doses of Dragon Blood, he had broken through to the War God Level in less than a year.

At this moment, Yang Wu couldn't help but feel a twinge of regret.

If I had chosen the martial arts insight reward instead, and then joined the Elite Training Camp, I would probably be number one on the leaderboard right now!

That way, Yang Wu could have infinitely farmed Dragon Blood within the simulator.

However, what's done is done. Since Yang Wu had chosen to improve his physical fitness, perhaps his future encounters would be even more miraculous.

At the very least, his personal safety had been greatly improved.

If he were to encounter that low-level Lord Level Fire-Scaled Three-Pronged Pig from before, Yang Wu could likely kill it in just a few moves.

After finishing the test, Yang Wu headed downstairs, only to find that there were already quite a few people in the first-floor lobby.

It wasn't until Yang Wu saw his former instructor Jiang Nian walk into the hall with instructors from other districts that he realized it was once again time for the Quasi-Martial Artist assessment.

The first of every month was the day for the Quasi-Martial Artist assessment.

Among the crowd waiting for the assessment, Yang Wu even saw several old acquaintances, including Tong Guan from the Military.

However, it was difficult for these people to have much interaction with Yang Wu anymore. After stepping forward to greet them and offering some encouragement, Yang Wu left the Martial Arts Hall.

Tong Guan watched as Yang Wu's back disappeared through the entrance of the Martial Arts Hall, his heart filled with complex emotions.

Back then, the two of them had participated in the Quasi-Martial Artist assessment together; Yang Wu had passed, while he had fallen just short. He hadn't expected that three months later, the gap between them would not only fail to shrink but would instead grow even wider.

Back then he was the same as me, but now he is already a well-known martial artist. I must not fall too far behind; I must pass the Quasi-Martial Artist assessment today!

Tong Guan clenched his fists, silently cheering himself on in his heart.

I ran into some issues with the update last night and only realized it when I woke up this morning. Sorry, this chapter is a make-up for last night.