His eyes widened.
Given this result, Luo Zhe was quite surprised. He hadn't expected his punch strength to have increased so much.
Normally, if your first attempt at cultivating Genetic Origin Energy didn't yield the expected results, your cultivation speed would also be affected to some extent.
Without the boost from that first attempt, even if he'd diligently cultivated in Dimensional Space for a while, under normal circumstances—and without a transformation brought on by a life-or-death battle—his punch strength could have increased by a few dozen kilograms at most. There was no way it should have reached this level!
This made no sense at all!
Could there be other benefits to Dimensional Space that he hadn't discovered yet?
Tong Yang had been watching casually from the side, but the moment Luo Zhe threw that punch, the sonic boom from his fist cutting through the air reached Tong Yang's ears, and his expression changed almost instantly.
When the test result appeared, Tong Yang sucked in a sharp breath. He nearly said "cold skin"—no, a breath of cold air. Then he turned to stare fixedly at Luo Zhe as if he were looking at a monster.
Honestly, the punch strength result was completely beyond Tong Yang's expectations!
Based on Luo Zhe's past performance at the dojo, Tong Yang hadn't had high hopes. He'd figured Luo Zhe might increase his strength by a little over 600 kilograms at most.
Even that would have made him an outstanding talent among ordinary people.
After all, becoming a Quasi-Martial Artist at 21 wasn't exactly unheard of in Jiangnan City. There might not be people like that everywhere, but at least thirty or fifty managed it each year.
But who could have imagined that Luo Zhe, whose punch strength had only just reached 900 kilograms during the Quasi-Martial Artist test a few days ago, would gain nearly five thousand kilograms of punch strength in just a few days?
Five thousand kilograms! That was a full five tons!
An adult Changbai pig usually weighed around 400 to 500 kilograms. Five thousand kilograms was the weight of ten adult Changbai pigs!
Could anyone believe that!?
What kind of monstrous talent did it take to pull off something like this!?
Tong Yang glanced at the punch target, which had returned to its original position in front of the Punch Strength Tester. He carefully controlled his strength and punched. A sonic boom rang out as his fist slammed into the target.
The target, which had just returned to its original position, immediately toppled backward again!
"Beep!"
The display on the Punch Strength Tester showed the force of that punch: "13600KG"!
Tong Yang narrowed his eyes, rested his right hand on his chin, and stared at the number on the screen. For a long moment, he said nothing.
Luo Zhe's eyes went round as he looked at the screen. Tong Yang had thrown that punch casually, yet it was far stronger than the one Luo Zhe had just thrown with all his might.
He'd thought Tong Yang was just a sleazy middle-aged man. Who knew he was a hidden powerhouse!
He'd been hiding his strength well!
Tong Yang had no way of knowing what Luo Zhe was thinking, and wouldn't have cared anyway. His test confirmed that the Punch Strength Tester had no issues.
The result was about the same as the force Tong Yang had used when controlling his own punch. Even if there was a slight discrepancy, it didn't matter.
Tong Yang turned to look at Luo Zhe, a rather unsettling grin spreading across his face. He rubbed his hands together excitedly and stepped closer, speaking in a rush. "Come on, Luo Zhe. Let's test your speed first, then your neural response speed."
"Okay," Luo Zhe replied obediently with a nod.
He eyed Tong Yang curiously. Tong Yang seemed a little different from usual today.
He'd never seen Tong Yang wear such a strange grin before. Then again, back when Luo Zhe was still his old self, he'd rarely had the chance to be alone with Tong Yang at such close quarters.
There was no time to think about it. At Tong Yang's urgent urging, Luo Zhe stepped onto the track.
The track was sixty meters long, and the section near the Speed Tester was the measurement zone. A short distance away, the camera on the Speed Tester glowed red.
"Breathe in, breathe out."
Luo Zhe adjusted his breathing and looked straight ahead.
He suddenly pushed off!
Whoosh!
In almost the blink of an eye, Luo Zhe reached his top speed. His legs drove powerfully against the ground, propelling him forward with a mighty burst of force. He streaked down the track like a bullet from a gun, a rush of wind in his wake, and shot through the Speed Tester's measurement zone.
Then Luo Zhe naturally slowed down and stopped near the end of the track.
His speed test result came in quickly—
Speed—"73.8m/s"!
"His speed increase isn't bad either. At least it's kept pace with his punch strength," Tong Yang thought, rubbing his chin.
The final test was the Neural Response Tester. This was Luo Zhe's strong suit. After all, as a child, he'd gotten into plenty of fights with kids his age who lived in the same apartment complex.
As the saying went, "If I dodge fast enough, the other guy's fist won't hit me."
The fewer times he got hit, the less he had to take a beating. That was how Luo Zhe had trained his neural response speed.
The Neural Response Tester worked on a similar principle, except that it confined the test subject to a limited area and fired rubber bullets from several machine guns at once. The score was determined by the number of rubber bullets that hit the subject, along with how many times they touched the red light marking the boundary.
After a series of tests, the Neural Response Tester gave its assessment:
Neural Response Test—"Intermediate Warrior Level: Full Marks! Advanced Warrior Level: Excellent!"
Tong Yang's gaze grew warmer and warmer as he looked at Luo Zhe. Such a promising talent—and one who had trained under him, no less. No matter what, he couldn't let those old scoundrels from the Thunder Martial Arts Hall snatch this monster away.
If only he'd met Luo Zhe two years earlier!
For a moment, Tong Yang's eyes dimmed. Then they brightened again. No matter what, he had to get Luo Zhe signed under the Extreme Martial Arts Hall before anything else.
He absolutely couldn't let a talent like this fall into someone else's hands!
Although Luo Zhe was already 21 and didn't have much of an advantage in terms of age, he still hadn't reached his physical peak. His strength would surely grow faster over the next few years.
Besides, with the talent Luo Zhe had shown, even if his rate of growth slowed in the future, he was still a sure bet to become a War God. He'd gained nearly 5,000 kilograms of punch strength from his first cultivation of Genetic Origin Energy. Just imagine what he'd be capable of later!
With Luo Zhe's talent, Tong Yang's connections, and Zhuge Tao brought into the picture, perhaps they could secure a Special Training Contract for Luo Zhe from the martial arts hall.
With a top-tier training plan in place, Luo Zhe's future might not be entirely smooth, but he'd at least have a chance to become a powerful figure who commanded respect across the region.
What a shame!
There was no time to lose!
He'd just have to make this the last good deed he did before leaving!
"Very good. Nicely done!"
Tong Yang stepped forward and patted Luo Zhe's shoulder with satisfaction. "Among the Quasi-Martial Artists our Extreme Martial Arts Hall has recruited in Jiangnan Base City this year, your talent is definitely top-tier."
"With your talent, if you can get guidance from a top teacher, I believe you have a real chance of becoming a powerful War God. So I've decided to recruit you into the Extreme Martial Arts Hall early. You don't need to wait until after the Martial Artist Combat Assessment. We can sign the contract right now."
"What do you think?"
Luo Zhe looked at Tong Yang in confusion, clearly not understanding what he meant.
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