Test

"If you want to become a martial artist, Xiao Qing, I think it would be very easy for you to reach the level of a high-tier martial artist," Sister Xin said with a smile.

In today's world, being a martial artist is an excellent profession; they enjoy generous treatment in every aspect, and high-tier martial artists, in particular, hold a status far higher than that of billionaires.

However, not just anyone can become a martial artist; it ultimately depends on talent.

In Sister Xin's eyes, Xu Qing clearly possessed such talent. He was only seventeen, yet his archery was already so impressive—it was definitely stronger than those of high-tier fighters.

Perhaps, Xu Qing was not even inferior to those War Generals.

"Sister Xin, if I become a martial artist, does that mean I can go out and kill monsters?" Xu Qing asked curiously.

He knew that outside the base cities, there were many monsters that needed to be hunted and driven away by human martial artists to protect the homes they relied on for survival.

"Well, I suppose so, but monsters are very dangerous. You're still young, so don't go thinking about fighting monsters just yet," Sister Xin said, pinching his cheek.

After a pause, Sister Xin added, "Come to think of it, I've never taken you to test your strength. How about I take you to get tested this weekend?"

"Okay," Xu Qing agreed. He was also a bit curious about what level his strength was at and how much stronger he was than an ordinary person.

The weekend arrived quickly.

In the city center, at a branch of the Underground Alliance, stood a skyscraper.

The lobby was spacious, with floors so polished they were like mirrors, reflecting the figures of those walking by, and the surrounding decor was extremely luxurious.

On the fourth floor, there was a training room that was usually empty.

"Miss Xu Xin, please, this way," an attendant said, leading the way with Xu Qing and Xu Xin following behind.

Xu Xin was dressed in a black leather jacket and a short black skirt, while Xu Qing wore a white shirt and blue trousers.

The attendant opened the door, and the three of them walked inside.

"Miss Xu Xin, this is the device for testing strength, this is for testing speed, and over here is..."

The attendant patiently explained the usage of these devices to Xu Xin.

"Alright, I understand. Thank you," a few minutes later, Xu Xin said.

"Then I won't disturb you any further, Miss Xu Xin. If you have any questions, feel free to call me at any time," the attendant said before turning and leaving.

Once the attendant had gone, Xu Xin began to examine the devices before switching them on.

"Xiao Qing, let's test your strength first," Xu Xin said to Xu Qing as she stood next to a large punching target.

She held a chart in her hand that listed the standards for strength, speed, and neural reaction speed for every rank of martial artist.

From junior fighter to high-tier War God, everything was clearly laid out.

Xu Qing walked up to the punching target and looked back at her, "Sister Xin, should I use my full strength?"

"Well, of course. Otherwise, how can we accurately measure your ability?" Xu Xin smiled.

However, Xu Qing looked a bit blank, "Sister Xin, are we measuring my true strength, or how much force I can output?"

Hearing this, Xu Xin was stunned. Was there a difference between the two?

But after thinking about it carefully, it seemed there really was a difference: one was pure brute force, while the other could be amplified through technique—for instance, using one part of force to achieve the effect of three.

She was aware of this much.

"Oh, so that's what you meant. Then, Xiao Qing, why don't you test your true strength first?" Xu Xin said with a smile.

Xu Qing nodded, then looked at the punching target ahead. He blinked, raised his fist, and smashed it directly into the target.

The target vibrated slightly, and a number appeared on the display screen: 4237kg.

Seeing this number, a flash of surprise crossed Xu Xin's eyes, "Four thousand kilograms of force? Not bad at all; you've already reached the standard of a high-tier fighter."

"Xiao Qing, you're quite impressive," Xu Xin laughed, not expecting Xu Qing to have such strength.

One had to realize that Xu Qing had never undergone specialized training and belonged to the category of ordinary people. Over four thousand kilograms of force was truly frightening for an ordinary person.

Hearing Sister Xin's praise, Xu Qing smiled happily, "Sister Xin, I just hit it casually; that was just brute force."

"I see. Then, Xiao Qing, try hitting it again without using brute force," Xu Xin nodded.

"Okay," Xu Qing looked at the target ahead. His eyes were clear as water, but his body tightened slightly, emitting a different kind of aura.

His body felt like a tightly coiled thick rope, ready to explode with astonishing elasticity.

Sister Xin, standing nearby, felt a change in the air and grew puzzled.

In the next second, a blur flashed by. Xu Qing's fist slammed into the target—it was impossibly fast, with no preparatory movement, and he retracted his hand the moment he made contact.

The entire process took less than a second; Xu Xin hadn't even seen how he threw the punch.

By the time she regained her senses, she saw the punching target shaking violently several times, and on the display screen next to it, a number appeared: 26267kg.

Seeing the number on the screen, Xu Xin's mouth fell open in a perfect circle. She hurriedly grabbed the chart to compare it, "My god, this is the standard for a mid-tier War General!"

She never expected that Xu Qing could produce such an astonishing number; it was incredible.

From over four thousand kilograms, it had surged to over twenty-six thousand kilograms—an increase of more than six times. It was simply shocking.

What kind of technique could possibly unleash more than six times the power? Xu Xin couldn't fathom it; this had already exceeded the scope of what an ordinary person could comprehend.

Going from a high-tier fighter straight to a mid-tier War General was simply unbelievable.

"Xiao Qing, what... what's wrong?" Xu Xin was about to say something, but she saw Xu Qing's face scrunch up.

Xu Qing raised his hand, "My hand hurts a little."

Xu Xin looked over and only then noticed his hand was a bit red; it must have been from hitting too hard just now.

If the punching target hadn't been soft, he probably would have fractured a bone by now.

She was suddenly caught between laughter and tears, taking his hand in hers and rubbing it gently, "You knew it would hurt your hand, yet you still used so much force. Aren't you a silly boy?"

"I just wanted to test how much power I could output, I didn't expect to overdo it," Xu Qing scratched his cheek.

He paused, then added, "Actually, I already held back my strength because I was afraid of hurting my hand, otherwise I could have hit even harder, really, and it's very simple."

"Pfft... what a little blockhead. Fine, fine, I believe you," Xu Xin laughed out loud as she watched his earnest expression while he explained.

This silly younger brother of hers had no idea just how powerful he truly was.

And for him to say it was simple—if anyone else heard that, who knows what their reaction would be.

It would certainly be complicated, wouldn't it?

"Alright, Xiao Qing, remember from now on that you must never mess around like this again. It's easy to hurt yourself, do you understand?" Xu Xin urged him earnestly.

"Mm, I know," Xu Qing nodded obediently; he was actually quite afraid of pain.