Dominating the Entire Field

Dominating the Entire Field [1/2]

Stop at the right point?

Noah understood the meaning in Brandon's eyes and nodded seriously. "Understood, Instructor."

He had always been humble and courteous, never someone who only thought about showing off.

Since Brandon was worried he might break the machine, he could just hold back a little when he punched. Maybe he did not even need to get serious; sixty or seventy percent of his strength should be enough?

—No matter what, it would definitely be higher than Bastille's, enough to earn the highest rating in the strength test, right?

Countless expectant gazes gathered on him once more.

Noah did not adjust his breathing rhythm again, nor did he try as before to channel all his strength into his right arm.

He merely walked up to the machine, glanced sideways at the black indentation in its center, then casually threw a punch at it with barely a fraction of his strength.

Boom!!!

A violent tremor instantly echoed across the entire square!

The next moment, the massive, cumbersome black machine was sent flying high into the air, soaring off the platform and out of the square.

At last, before everyone's dumbfounded eyes, it crashed heavily into the distant fortress building...

Crash!

The huge floor-to-ceiling windows of the third-floor conference room suddenly shattered, glass raining down everywhere. From afar, terrified screams could be heard from inside the meeting room as figures rushed about in chaos.

Then—

The warning lights on the fortress building immediately began flashing red, alarms blaring as a deep voice sounded over the broadcast: "This is not a drill. The enemy is attacking. This is not a drill..."

"..."

The entire field fell into dead silence.

Everyone stared blankly at the flashing red warning lights, then turned to Noah before the machine, only