The teacher brought Qian Renxue to Strength Tester and pointed at the test target that was half a person tall.
"Hit here with your fists, with all your strength."
"Remember, use your fists, not your palms."
"If you can't reach it, you can jump up and hit."
Qian Renxue glanced at him and said nothing.
She walked to the test target and looked up at the target that was higher than her head.
Then she did a horse stance, clenched her right hand into a fist at her waist, and the expression on her little face was so serious that she didn't look like a two-year-old child.
The discussion in the audience continued, and no one noticed that she was ready.
The next second, she punched.
That punch was very fast, too fast for a two-year-old child to punch.
The fist hit the test target, making a muffled "bang" sound. The test target suddenly bounced back and then bounced back.
The numbers on the screen started to jump - one hundred, two hundred, two hundred and five, and finally stopped at three hundred and thirty.
"Three hundred and thirty."
The discussion in the audience suddenly stopped.
It was quiet for two seconds, and then it exploded.
"Three hundred and thirty? This is impossible!"
"Is the machine broken?"
"A two-year-old child has a strength value of 330? Do you believe it?"
"My son only hit 320 at level 15!"
Those who were laughing just now looked like they had been slapped.
The teacher stared at the numbers on the screen for several seconds, then looked down at Qian Renxue, then looked up at the screen.
"Is... is this machine broken?"
When these words were spoken, doubts came from all directions.
"Yes, the machine must be broken!"
"How can a two-year-old have such power!"
"Let her hit her again!"
"Try someone else!"
Those who were shocked and speechless just now found a reasonable explanation. Their voices became louder and their tone became more certain.
Flender squeezed through the crowd. He was just processing registration forms at the admissions office on the other side. Hearing the commotion here, he thought something had happened, dropped what he was doing and ran over.
"What's wrong?"
He squeezed into the front row and saw Qian Renxue standing next to Strength Tester. He also saw the number "330" on the screen. He was stunned for a moment and turned to look at Qian Xunji.
Qian Xunji leaned on the pillar of Martial Soul Platform, folded his hands on his chest, and nodded towards Flender.
"Flender Dean, check the machine to see if it is broken."
Flender walked up to Soul Fighting Platform, squatted in front of Strength Tester with a maintenance technician, opened the inspection cover on the side, and inspected it carefully.
The two exchanged a few words in low voices and then checked the sensors and data lines.
A few minutes later, Flender stood up and scratched his head, the expression on his face was full of confusion.
"There is nothing wrong with the machine. The sensors are normal, the data lines are normal, and Soul Guidance Core Mainboard is also normal."
Qian Xunji straightened up from the pillar, walked down Martial Soul Platform, and glanced at the crowd.
His eyes fell on an eleven or twelve-year-old boy, who was holding a number plate in his hand and looking up at the excitement.
Qian Xunji waved to him.
"You, come up and try."
The boy was stunned for a moment, pointed at himself, and when Qian Xunji nodded, he trotted up to Soul Fighting Platform.
He walked to the test target, took a deep breath, clenched his fist, and slammed it out.
"Bang!"
The numbers on the screen jumped--three hundred and forty-three.
Thirteen points higher than Qian Renxue.
The audience was quiet again.
After the boy finished punching, he flicked his wrist, glanced at the numbers on the screen, and then at Qian Renxue. The expression on his face changed from pride to confusion, and then from confusion to shock.
He is only thirteen points taller than this two-year-old girl.
He is eleven years old, level 16, Martial Soul is Iron Fist Rat, known for his speed and strength.
He practiced boxing for three years, punching five hundred times a day, rain or shine.
And this little girl looks like she has never even been to kindergarten.
The questioning voices in the audience disappeared.
People looked at the little girl who was less than half the height of the test target, and their eyes changed.
That look was like looking at a monster.
A monster less than two years old.
Flender pinched his hand and felt pain, and realized that he was not dreaming.
He has seen geniuses and those gifted children who are called "once-in-a-century".
But he has never seen a child under two years old who can achieve a strength value close to level 15 Battle Soul Master.
At this time, someone in the crowd whispered something.
"This child... seems to be Spirit Hall's daughter, right?"
The person next to him nodded, "Qian Dean's daughter, the Pope's daughter."
"No wonder... a dragon begets a dragon, and a phoenix begets a phoenix."
"No, even if the Pope's daughter hits three hundred and three at the age of two, this is too outrageous."
The discussion started again, but this time it was no longer questioning, but a kind of relieved exclamation.
It turns out that she is the daughter of Qian Xunji and Bibi Dong, it turns out that she is the daughter of the Spirit Hall, and everything suddenly makes sense.
But it makes sense, and there is still not a lot to be shocked about.
Those parents have mixed feelings.
Some people sighed, some shook their heads, and some patted their children on the shoulders and said sincerely, "There are people out there."
Qian Renxue heard the comments in the audience, but there was no expression on his face.
"Xiao Xue let's go."
"Dad, but I still have a coercion test."
Qian Xunji bent down and picked her up.
"I won't try, because I'm afraid your little body won't be able to hold it."
"Okay then."
When the parents in the audience heard this sentence, a thought came to their hearts.
Can't hold it?
Are you saying she can't hold it?
She has a strength value of 330 at the age of two. Are you telling me that she can't hold on?
Are you showing off?
You are just showing off.
"Dad, did I do well?"
"Well done, I didn't embarrass you."
"That's right, I won't embarrass dad."
After saying that, Qian Renxue lay on Qian Xunji's shoulders, put her little hands around his neck, and looked back at the crowd who were still reminiscing.
Their eyes followed this little figure until she disappeared around the corner of Training Ground.
At this time, someone said softly.
"This kid, I don't know what kind of talent he will have when he waits for Martial Soul Awakening."
No one answered, but everyone was thinking about the same question, Martial Soul was already like this before he awakened, what about after he awakens?
The enrollment work was successfully completed before dark.
The last student has also completed the admission procedures.
Flender stood at the entrance of the college, watching the mother and son leave, exhaling a long breath, then turned around, looked at the empty square, and suddenly laughed.
This is the first step in his life and the beginning of his dream.
Qian Xunji walked out of it, holding a list in his hand, and handed it to the elder She Long next to him.
"Elder She Long, elder Ci Xue, you stay in the college these days and assist Flender Dean in handling the follow-up work."