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Punching power: "1995kg"

"How much!"

Within the line of examinees.

Several examinees who had been wearing expressions of doubt, or even a hint of mockery, saw this result.

Their faces immediately fell.

"Such a textbook punching stance..." Luo Feng's first reaction was shock, and then he sighed inwardly: "Indeed, one cannot judge a book by its cover."

After a brief sigh, his resolve to pursue his own path of martial arts grew even firmer.

On the sidelines, Wu Tong and the other martial artists all had their eyes light up!

That punch was executed perfectly.

The stance was standard, the force was heavy, far exceeding the others, and it was delivered by someone who had sacrificed the aid of binocular dynamic vision.

After adjusting his breathing, Fang Yi left the testing machine and returned to the line.

On his way back, one of the instructors, Jiang Nian, was about to ask a question in confusion, but was stopped by a hand from Wu Tong. The former looked at the chief instructor with a puzzled expression.

"No rush, let's watch a bit more."

Then, Wu Tong spoke to Fang Yi, who was preparing to return to the ranks: "Wait."

Fang Yi clearly heard the voice behind him and immediately stopped in his tracks. He turned around; although his eyes were covered, the confusion was still visible on his face.

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

"Understood."

Fang Yi nodded slightly toward Wu Tong and returned to the punching power testing machine, delivering the exact same punch as before.

"Bang!"

The screen flashed with the score again—"1995kg"

As soon as the score appeared.

Wu Tong's brows tightened slightly, his eyes filled with even greater appreciation, and he continued: "Throw another one."

Fang Yi did not ask for the reason; he simply threw the same punch again.

The screen displayed the score once more—"1995!"

Three identical scores in a row left the entire field in dead silence. Wu Tong seemed to have realized something, nodding as he said: "A sharp edge revealed... interesting. Go back to the line and prepare for the next test."

Back in the line.

The examinees beside Fang Yi were all looking at him as if he were a monster: "Could he be from some major family?!"

They all began to speculate in unison.

Luo Feng, however, kept his eyes fixed on the screen of the punching power tester. Three consecutive punches of 1995... it made him realize another implication.

Especially after hearing the chief instructor's words, Luo Feng quickly caught on.

"This guy is controlling his strength?!"

"Every punch he throws is perfectly controlled, not a bit more, not a bit less... this means he is capable of unleashing even more terrifying power."

His friend beside him, Yang Wu, sighed: "Madman, this is an assessment, and we've run into a freak."

A freak?

The other examinees, and even Tong Guan, agreed after hearing this; the assessment was accurate.

"Alright, let's proceed to the speed test."

Of the 9 participants, only 1 was eliminated for failing to meet the passing mark for punching power; the other 8 all advanced to the next stage.

Chief instructor Wu Tong turned on the speed tester.

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

As soon as Wu Tong finished speaking.

Fang Yi, as if he had already known, quickly stepped out and arrived at the track.

At this moment.

Because of Fang Yi's astonishing punch earlier, all eyes on the field were fixed upon him.

Fang Yi leaned his body slightly, stepped forward with one foot, and suddenly sprinted, the wind howling around him as he launched like a cannonball. His arms swung in a rhythmic motion, his steps stable and perfectly synchronized with his breathing.

It was both fast and textbook.

Everyone immediately looked at the display screen.

"38.9m/s"

"Such incredible speed! This is already far beyond the passing mark!" Instructor Jiang Hua's eyes were filled with pleasant surprise: "To think we actually have such a heaven-defying talent here."

The other martial artists all wore expressions of disbelief.

They truly didn't expect to see such a promising talent this time around!

This result had already surpassed many others.

"Hmm, next."

Wu Tong forcibly suppressed his excitement.

At this moment.

He only wanted to finish this round of testing quickly so he could immediately begin the neural reaction test. He sped up the testing process, signaling for the next candidate to step up.

Yang Wu stepped out quickly, swallowed nervously, and arrived on the track.

Fortunately, his final result cleared the mark.

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

Yang Wu smiled in satisfaction upon seeing this, though the look of worry from earlier had not yet faded.

"Next!"

As candidate after candidate took their turn, it was soon the turn of the second-to-last person, Luo Feng.

Immediately.

Luo Feng exerted force suddenly, darting out like a cheetah, and his final result impressively exceeded the passing line, reaching "28.6m/s."

"Not bad, well above the passing line." Wu Tong offered a word of praise before immediately urging: "Next."

Luo Feng returned to the line, feeling quite satisfied with his performance.

But if he were to compare himself to Fang Yi, the gap was simply too vast.

Even though I passed, the difference is still too great when compared... If I faint a third time, will my physical fitness be able to surpass his after I wake up? Luo Feng speculated to himself.

Luo Feng had suffered from a strange headache since he was a child, but his physical fitness would improve every time he woke up.

Although he didn't know the reason, it was a tremendous benefit.

Luo Feng glanced again at the side of the line, where Fang Yi stood silently, not saying a word.

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

As the second stage, the speed test, concluded, only six candidates remained who had cleared the passing mark.

Wu Tong quickly led the group of martial artists and the remaining six candidates toward the neural reaction testing room.

Entering the room.

Wu Tong said impatiently: "Next is the neural reaction test. First, Fang Yi."

Fang Yi stepped out of the line quickly.

But just as he stood in the testing room, in front of the muzzle of the tall Gatling Machine Gun, Wu Tong asked: "Fang Yi, I must ask first, are your eyes normal?"

This question.

Was also the doubt in everyone else's hearts.

Upon hearing this, Fang Yi looked over, a smile appearing on his previously silent face, and then, in front of everyone, he reached out and pulled aside the black blindfold over his right eye.

It revealed a dark brown eye.

This eye was clear and bright, like a gemstone, with not a single scar or any abnormality whatsoever.

It was no different from a normal eye.

"My eyes are healthy. I wear the blindfold simply to practice environmental perception."

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

"That makes sense. So he isn't blind... otherwise, I wouldn't even dare to imagine what kind of monster he is!" Yang Wu said with a look of realization.

Blindfold training? That is indeed a method. To be able to train like this, it's no wonder he has such results. Luo Feng murmured to himself.

Through research.

Some people who are blind in both eyes will have distinct advantages in hearing and other senses, which is due to the plasticity of the brain's nerves.

After blindness, the brain's visual cortex, lacking visual input, will redistribute its processing power to strengthen the other senses.

However.

Upon hearing this.

The happiest person was Wu Tong, for since his eyes were sound, combined with his previous results, it meant that his performance in the neural reaction stage would definitely not be poor.

"Alright, begin the test!"

Wu Tong wanted to see if this young man before him could truly be called a "freak."