Perversion

Punching power—"1,995 kg"

"How much?!"

In the examinees' line,

several candidates who had looked confused, even slightly amused, saw the result.

Their faces immediately fell.

"That was a textbook punch..." Luo Feng's first reaction was astonishment. Then he sighed inwardly, As expected, you can't judge someone by their looks.

After reflecting on it, he felt even more resolute about pursuing the martial path.

At the sidelines, Wu Tong and the other Martial Artists' eyes lit up!

That punch had been excellent.

His form was precise, his punch carried tremendous force, and he was far ahead of the others. What was more, he had done it while giving up the aid of his eyes and their dynamic vision.

After steadying his breathing, Fang Yi stepped away from the tester and returned to the line.

On the way, Jiang Nian, one of the instructors, was about to ask him something when Wu Tong stopped him with one hand. Jiang Nian looked at the head instructor in confusion.

"No rush. Let's see what happens."

Then Wu Tong called to Fang Yi, who was heading back to the line. "Wait."

Fang Yi heard the voice behind him clearly and stopped at once. He turned around. Though his eyes were covered, the confusion was plain on his face.

"Young man, throw another punch," Wu Tong said.

"Understood."

Fang Yi turned back toward Wu Tong and gave him a slight nod. He returned to the Punch Strength Tester and threw a punch just like the one before.

"Bang!"

The display changed again, showing a score of "1995kg."

When the score appeared,

Wu Tong's brow furrowed slightly, and his eyes held even more admiration. He continued, "One more."

Fang Yi didn't ask why. He simply threw the same punch again.

The display showed the score once more: "1995!"

Three identical scores in a row left the entire room silent. Wu Tong seemed to realize something and nodded. "Keeping your edge hidden... Interesting. Return to the line and get ready for the next test."

Back in the line,

the candidates beside Fang Yi stared at him as if he were a monster. "Could he be from some powerful family?!"

They all began speculating at once.

Luo Feng, however, kept his eyes on the Punch Strength Tester. Three punches, each measuring 1995... He sensed there was more to it.

Especially after hearing the head instructor's words, Luo Feng quickly understood.

"That guy's controlling his strength?!"

"He controls every punch perfectly—not too much, not too little, not a fraction off... Which means he could unleash a much more terrifying punch."

His good friend Yang Wu sighed. "Madman, this is an exam, and we've run into a freak."

A freak?

The other candidates, and even Tong Guan, thought the same after hearing that. It was a fitting description.

"All right. Next, we'll test your speed."

Of the nine candidates taking the exam, only one had failed to meet the minimum punch-strength requirement. The other eight advanced to the next test.

Head instructor Wu Tong switched on the speed tester.

"This time, we'll reverse the order. The last one from the previous round—Fang Yi, step forward for your test."

Wu Tong had barely finished speaking

when Fang Yi stepped out briskly, as if he'd already known. He reached the track at once.

By now,

after Fang Yi's astonishing punch, every eye in the room was on him.

Fang Yi leaned forward, planted one foot, and burst into a run. A gust of wind swirled around him as he shot forward like a cannonball. His arms swung in a steady rhythm, and his strides and breathing stayed perfectly in sync.

Fast, and flawless.

Everyone immediately looked at the display.

"38.9m/s"

"That's incredibly fast! He's already way above the qualifying line!" Instructor Jiang Hua exclaimed, his eyes full of delight. "I can't believe we've got such an incredible talent here."

The other Martial Artists were just as astonished.

They hadn't expected to see such a promising talent this time around!

That result was already better than many people's.

"Mm. Next."

Wu Tong did his best to contain his excitement.

At that moment,

he just wanted to finish this round as quickly as possible and move straight on to the neural response test. He sped things up and called the next candidate forward.

Yang Wu stepped out quickly, swallowed nervously, and made his way to the track.

Fortunately, his final result was above the qualifying line.

"Yang Wu, 25.1m/s. Qualified."

Yang Wu smiled with satisfaction, though his earlier worry hadn't entirely faded.

"Next!"

As one candidate after another took their turn, it was soon Luo Feng's turn. He was second to last.

Then,

Luo Feng burst forward like a cheetah. His final result was comfortably above the qualifying line, reaching "28.6m/s."

"Not bad. You're well above the qualifying line," Wu Tong praised him, then urged, "Next."

Luo Feng returned to the line, pleased with his result.

But compared with Fang Yi, he fell far short.

Even though I qualified, the difference is still huge... If I pass out for a third time, could my physical fitness surpass his when I wake up? Luo Feng wondered.

Luo Feng had suffered from a strange headache since childhood, but every time he woke up, his physical fitness improved.

He didn't know why, but it was a huge benefit.

Luo Feng glanced again at Fang Yi, who stood silently at one side of the line.

I need to work even harder! Luo Feng encouraged himself.

After the second test, only six candidates had qualified.

Wu Tong quickly led the group of Martial Artists and the remaining six candidates to the neural response testing room.

Once inside,

Wu Tong said impatiently, "Next is the neural response test. Fang Yi, you're first."

Fang Yi stepped forward briskly.

But just as he took his place in the testing room, in front of the opening of the towering Gatling Machine Gun, Wu Tong asked, "Fang Yi, I need to ask first: are your eyes normal?"

This question

was something everyone else had wondered, too.

Fang Yi glanced over. His usually silent face broke into a smile, and he lifted the black band over his right eye in front of everyone.

He revealed a dark brown eye.

It was clear and bright, like a gemstone. It had no scars or other abnormalities.

It looked just like a normal eye.

"My eyes are healthy. I wear the black band to practice sensing my surroundings."

Fang Yi's explanation cleared up everyone's confusion.

"That makes sense. So he isn't blind after all... Otherwise, I wouldn't even want to imagine what kind of monster he is!" Yang Wu said, finally understanding.

"Practicing with his eyes covered? It's a valid method. Anyone who can train that way deserves the results he's gotten," Luo Feng thought.

Studies had shown

that people who were blind in both eyes could develop significant advantages in other senses, such as hearing. This was due to the brain's neuroplasticity.

After blindness,

the brain's visual cortex received no visual input and adapted by strengthening its processing of other senses.

However,

the person who was happiest to hear this

was Wu Tong. With both eyes healthy, and considering Fang Yi's earlier results, there was no doubt his performance in the neural response test would be just as impressive.

"Good. Let's begin!"

Wu Tong wanted to see whether this young man truly deserved to be called a "freak."