Genius

After testing his strength, Sister Xin brought Xu Qing to the area designated for speed testing.

"Next, we will test your speed."

Sister Xin continued to activate the testing equipment, and after confirming everything was set, she nodded at Xu Qing. "Xiao Qing, you may begin."

Hearing Sister Xin's words, Xu Qing gave a slight nod.

In the next second, Sister Xin realized that Xu Qing's figure had already appeared at the finish line; she hadn't seen how he moved, nor had she even caught his starting motion.

It felt as if, in the blink of an eye, Xu Qing had simply appeared there, as if he had been shifted over, his posture completely unchanged.

Sister Xin hurriedly looked at the display screen, where a number had appeared: 177 meters per second.

Looking at this figure, Sister Xin was shocked once again.

The speed of sound is 340 meters per second, and Xu Qing's speed had already exceeded half the speed of sound.

She checked the reference chart again; this speed was still within the standard for an Intermediate Warrior, but it wasn't far from the level of an Advanced Warrior.

"Is Xiao Qing really this amazing?" Sister Xin was extremely surprised that his speed was also so fast.

Then, she thought of something else. "Xiao Qing, did you use the same technique as before?"

"Yes," Xu Qing nodded, then explained, "This time I lowered the intensity of the burst, so my feet won't hurt."

Hearing Xu Qing's explanation, Sister Xin didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Was the issue really whether his feet would hurt or not?

Well, at least Xu Qing knew how to adjust, which was a good thing; he wouldn't hurt himself, at the very least.

"Let's test it one more time. Don't use your technique, just use brute force," Sister Xin said.

"Okay," Xu Qing returned to the starting point.

Sister Xin reset the numbers to zero and nodded at Xu Qing to signal him. "Begin."

As the words fell, Xu Qing bent his knees slightly, then launched himself forward like a projectile, stirring up a gust of wind as he quickly crossed the finish line.

This time, Sister Xin saw the entire process, though not very clearly—it was all over in the blink of an eye.

A number appeared on the display screen: 54.4 meters per second.

"Hmm, this speed is exactly within the standard for an Advanced Warrior," a look of realization flashed in Sister Xin's eyes.

In terms of both strength and speed, Xu Qing was indeed an Advanced Warrior.

For an ordinary person, this was already quite impressive.

Of course, there was one more item to test: neural reaction speed. If his neural reaction also passed, then Xu Qing would truly be a qualified Advanced Warrior.

"Xiao Qing, the final test is for neural reaction speed," Sister Xin said.

Testing neural reaction speed required more equipment. Those machines would fire rubber bullets, and the person being tested had to dodge them within a certain area; the fewer times they were hit, the higher their neural reaction speed.

Xu Qing stepped into a three-meter-wide circle. All around him were various nozzles that would soon fire rubber bullets. He needed to dodge these bullets without stepping out of the circle.

"Xiao Qing, get ready," Sister Xin reminded him before flipping the switch.

First, red light beams rose up around the edge of the circle. Then, Sister Xin looked at a row of buttons next to the testing machine, which featured nine buttons of different colors.

These nine different colored buttons represented different levels of testing intensity, ranging from Beginner Warrior all the way up to Advanced War God.

"This is the button for the Advanced Warrior level," Sister Xin said, looking at the red button.

However, she didn't choose the red button, instead looking at the next one—a yellow button representing the testing intensity of a Beginner Warlord.

"Let's go with this one," Sister Xin thought, feeling that Xu Qing's neural reaction speed was definitely higher than the Warrior level, and pressed the button.

"Rat-tat-tat-tat..."

The moment the button was pressed, the nozzles began firing rubber bullets. They were very fast, and the nozzles were rotating, constantly changing direction like a Gatling gun.

Sister Xin looked into the red circle and saw Xu Qing strolling through the dense barrage of rubber bullets, all of which grazed past him.

From the outside, it looked like Xu Qing was circling back and forth, left and right, almost like he was dancing. His steps were small and rapid—so fast that Sister Xin could only see a blurred, dynamic figure.

"Such strong body coordination and balance," Sister Xin marveled. Even top-tier dancers would fall far short of this, and Xu Qing had never undergone any training at all.

Seeing Xu Qing strolling inside so casually, his expression still as naive and cute as ever, showing not a hint of tension, she found it a bit funny.

"When will I ever see him get nervous?" Sister Xin wondered.

If she remembered correctly, she hadn't seen Xu Qing nervous once from childhood to adulthood. He always wore that same naive expression, like a little simpleton; it seemed he didn't even know how to get angry.

A minute passed, and the testing equipment stopped.

"Not hit a single time," Sister Xin took a deep breath. Although she wasn't a martial artist, she could realize how impressive this result was.

This meant that Xu Qing's neural reaction speed had already exceeded that of a Beginner Warlord; it was at least at the Intermediate Warlord level, perhaps even approaching an Advanced Warlord.

After all, during the test just now, Xu Qing hadn't been hit even once.

"Sister Xin," Xu Qing walked out of the circle and came before her, his face neither flushed nor out of breath, as if nothing had happened at all.

Yet, just moments ago, he had perfectly navigated a Beginner Warlord-level neural reaction test within a confined space.

"Xiao Qing, how do you feel?" Sister Xin asked with a smile.

Xu Qing blinked his eyes, thought for a moment, and said, "Hmm, it felt quite simple."

Hearing this answer, Xu Xin smiled, "I knew you would say that."

"Then Sister Xin, what is my strength level?" Xu Qing looked at her curiously.

Xu Xin turned slightly more serious, "Judging by your physical fitness, Xiao Qing, you are an excellent High-Level Warrior. However, if you were to unleash your full burst, you could reach the level of an Intermediate Warlord."

"Warrior? Warlord?" Xu Qing was a bit bewildered; he did not yet know the ranking system for martial artists.

"Xiao Qing, among ordinary people, you are very strong, but among martial artists, you can only be considered at the lower end," Xu Xin rephrased.

"I, I understand," Xu Qing nodded, grasping her meaning.

Then, Xu Xin added, "One thing is beyond doubt: Xiao Qing, you are a genius martial artist. Because you can unleash Warlord-level strength, I don't even know how this should be calculated, but Xiao Qing, you are truly amazing."

After saying this, Xu Xin smiled and pinched his cheek. She felt proud, very proud, to have such a younger brother.

"Mm-hmm," seeing that Xu Xin was happy, Xu Qing also smiled joyfully, like a child, because his sister had praised him.

Although he had not yet truly grasped Xu Xin's meaning, he did not realize that he was a genius martial artist.

Seeing him smile like a child, a trace of doting flashed in Xu Xin's eyes.

The reason why, out of all the playmates from their childhood, only Xu Qing remained by her side to this day was because Xu Qing was very pure, completely devoid of any scheming.

This certainly did not mean he was stupid; someone capable of topping the grade rankings in the top three every single time could hardly be stupid.

What Xu Xin liked was this purity in Xu Qing, which was why she had always treated him as a younger brother, and Xu Qing likewise treated her as a sister, listening to her in everything.