Tester Not Registered

Early the next morning, after breakfast, Feng Jiansong and his wife took Feng Qingmo to the martial arts gym belonging to the military.

This was the first time Feng Qingmo had left his home since transmigrating. Although his vision was not very clear, his spiritual consciousness spread out, presenting everything around him to his mind in a different way.

The winter morning air was cold, and the breath he exhaled looked like white mist. Breathing in air that felt much fresher than in his previous life, Feng Qingmo, who had barely slept all night, gradually felt his heart calm down. The discomfort of his transmigration and his anxiety about the future were swept away.

In the downtown area of Jiangnan City, the three of them entered a sprawling martial arts gym. The armed guards saluted Feng Jiansong and his wife, but after glancing at Feng Qingmo and clearly recognizing him, they allowed him to enter the gym with his parents.

They arrived at the training room reserved for martial artists, which was completely empty.

"It's still early, so there's no one here," Feng Jiansong said, walking over to turn on the punch strength tester and signaling his wife to activate the speed tester.

"Come, let's test your punch strength first," Feng Jiansong stepped back two paces, looking at Feng Qingmo with anticipation.

"Alright."

Feng Qingmo stepped forward and stood firm. With a pivot of his toes, power surged from the soles of his feet, traveling through his legs to his waist, and finally to his arm as he threw a fierce punch with his right hand.

"Bang!"

With a soft thud, the target of the punch strength tester swayed slightly.

"Good! Not bad!" Feng Jiansong looked at the bright numbers on the display and let out a happy, soft shout.

"Truly not bad, 3079KG! Mo'er, you're amazing!" Zuo Huifen added happily from the side.

"Come, let's test your speed now." Feng Jiansong habitually draped an arm over his son's shoulder and led him to the starting point of the speed track, gesturing with his hand, "Run this way, full power!"

Feng Qingmo nodded, bounced lightly twice, and then shot forward like a bolt of lightning. The wind he stirred up in an instant made Feng Jiansong's hair flutter.

"Good!" Zuo Huifen couldn't help but clap her hands together, "55 meters per second! Mo'er, your speed is almost catching up to your mother's..."

"Yes, that's true," Feng Jiansong nodded with a smile, "Your mother's advantage is her neural reaction; her speed isn't much better than yours right now... Let's go over and test your neural reaction!"

In a spacious office, a middle-aged man was brewing tea when a soft 'beep' suddenly came from the computer on his desk.

The man looked up and asked aloud, "What's the situation?"

An electronic voice came from the computer speakers: "Operating log alert: Punch strength tester No. 5 was just activated. The tester is not registered!"

"Hmm?" The man's sword-like brows furrowed, "Not registered?"

He stood up, preparing to pull up the surveillance footage, when the computer beeped again.

"Operating log alert: Speed tester No. 2 was just activated. The tester is not registered!"

The middle-aged man walked over to the wall-to-wall surveillance monitors. As he prepared to pull up the footage, he couldn't help but ask, "Test results?"

"Punch strength 3079KG, speed 55 meters per second."

The man quickly opened the surveillance for the training room, but the screen showed no one. He turned his head to glare at the computer, "Where are the people?"

"..."

The computer clearly couldn't answer his question. Shaking his head, he began to pull up the previous playback.

"So it was Jiansong..." The playback showed the images of Feng Jiansong and the others. He suddenly frowned, "Is this Xiao Mo? That can't be right. This kid can punch with over three thousand kilograms of force?"

At this moment, the computer chimed again. This time, without him needing to ask, the electronic voice spoke: "Neural reaction tester activated. The tester is not registered."

"What are the test results?" The middle-aged man asked casually, staring at the figure of Feng Qingmo sprinting on the track in the footage.

"Full marks for Junior Warrior level, excellent for Intermediate Warrior level."

"Oh!" The middle-aged man exclaimed in surprise, thinking to himself, Could it be that Xiao Mo's vision recovered after he started cultivating? No, I have to go see for myself. I don't know how long this kid has been a martial artist, but to be able to hit three thousand kilograms of force, that is quite rare...

With that thought, he turned off the monitor, abandoned his tea, and headed straight for the training room.

"Mo'er, not bad, not bad," Zuo Huifen said, holding Feng Qingmo's arm as they walked toward the training room with a beaming smile, "This neural reaction..."

When a son is impressive, a mother is naturally filled with joy.

"Alright, stop praising him, lest he get a big head..." Feng Jiansong joked with a smile. Before he could say anything more, the door to the training room was pushed open, and he quickly looked up.

"Gym Master!"

Feng Jiansong hurriedly greeted him.

"Hmm, Jiansong," the middle-aged man nodded, "And the missus is here too..."

He looked at Feng Qingmo, "This must be Xiao Mo. I haven't seen you in two years; you've grown so tall..."

"Hello, Uncle Jian!" Feng Qingmo quickly nodded in greeting.

The man before them was none other than the gym master of the Jiangnan City military gym, the Advanced War General Luo Benjian.

"Gym Master," Zuo Huifen said with a smile, "Mo'er reached the quasi-martial artist standard a few days ago. Brother Song taught Mo'er the Five Hearts Towards Heaven, and Mo'er succeeded in his cultivation yesterday. So, we brought him to the gym today to test him..."

"He only succeeded in his cultivation yesterday?" Luo Benjian repeated, muttering to himself, "I thought Xiao Mo had already passed the martial artist assessment..."

He whipped his head around, staring intensely at Feng Qingmo, "You only succeeded in your cultivation yesterday, and today you can hit over 3000 kilograms of punch strength? Doesn't that mean you increased your punch strength by over 2000 kilograms in your very first session of cultivation!"

Because of his vision problems, Feng Qingmo rarely came to the gym to train, and Luo Benjian hadn't seen him for several years. He had previously assumed Feng Qingmo had passed the martial artist assessment long ago and had been training for a year or two to reach 3000 kilograms, which would have been decent but not stunning. Hearing that Feng Qingmo had only succeeded yesterday made a world of difference from his previous assumption.

Feng Jiansong and Zuo Huifen exchanged a helpless look. He had assumed that since it was so early, Luo Benjian wouldn't be at the gym.

He looked at Luo Benjian and nodded, "Yes, Gym Master. Mo'er only succeeded in his cultivation yesterday. After his first session, his punch strength increased by nearly 2000 kilograms!"

"That means Xiao Mo hasn't even taken the quasi-martial artist assessment? Let alone the actual combat assessment for martial artists?" Luo Benjian's tone became solemn.

"Yes."

"Come, come, Jiansong, missus," Luo Benjian suddenly became excited, "And Xiao Mo, let's go, let's go, come to my office for some tea..."

He pulled Feng Jiansong and Feng Qingmo toward the door without room for refusal. Under the immense strength of an Advanced War General, the father and son could not resist, and Zuo Huifen had no choice but to follow behind.

"Sit, sit, sit," once they were in the office, Luo Benjian began to brew tea, "You are in for a treat today. Taste this Da Hong Pao. My senior brother brought it for me when he passed through Jiangnan City last time..."