General-Level

Wu Jiang looked at Xu Qing without a word, but the meaning in his expression was clear: Go on, let's see how much you can talk.

"Linlin, let's go. This uncle is just a piece of rotten wood that cannot be carved; don't pay him any mind. Getting close to people like this will make you stupid," Xu Qing said, pulling Qin Lin away.

Qin Lin was all smiles, but she didn't say anything, obediently letting herself be led away.

"Hey, hey, hey, little guy, you really don't mince your words, do you? What do you mean 'rotten wood that cannot be carved'? Do you even know what rank of martial artist I am to be saying such things?" Wu Jiang followed the two, refusing to leave.

He sensed something fishy; why was Xu Qing so eager to chase him away? There had to be some secret.

In that case, he was absolutely going to follow them and see for himself.

"Uncle, could you please stop following us? Stalking is wrong, it's against the law," Xu Qing said, turning back to glare at him.

Wu Jiang shoved his hands into his pockets, completely ignoring Xu Qing with an expression that said, And what are you going to do about it?

Just like that, Wu Jiang followed Xu Qing and Qin Lin upstairs.

"Uncle, if you don't leave now, I'm going to call the police," Xu Qing threatened, looking at the man standing there.

"Go ahead, call them. I'm one of the security personnel here," Wu Jiang said with a beaming smile.

Hearing this, Xu Qing stared at him, fuming.

"Hahaha, you look like a pufferfish. Qin Lin, your little boyfriend is actually quite cute," Wu Jiang laughed heartily.

The more he interacted with Xu Qing, the more he found the boy amusing.

"Alright, Xiao Qing, come test your strength. And no hiding your true power," Qin Lin said with a smile.

"Got it," Xu Qing glared at Wu Jiang before walking over to the punch target.

Wu Jiang caught the phrase "hiding your true power." "Qin Lin, what do you mean by telling him not to hide his strength?"

"Brother Wu, you'll see for yourself," Qin Lin smiled, not giving a direct answer.

Wu Jiang looked toward Xu Qing; he wanted to see exactly what was going on.

The next second, Xu Qing took his stance, clenched his fist, and slammed it into the punch target with all his might.

That posture is still so unprofessional, Wu Jiang thought to himself.

However, after the target wobbled a few times, a number appeared on the display screen: 9666kg.

"Huh? 9666kg! Am I seeing things? That's already reached the level of an elementary War General!" Wu Jiang's eyes widened in disbelief.

Last time, Xu Qing had only hit a little over 900kg. Only half a year had passed, and it had soared tenfold? Even if he ate miracle pills for every meal, it shouldn't be this fast.

Wait! Qin Lin just told him not to hide his strength. Could it be...

"Kid, you hid your strength during your quasi-martial artist assessment last time!" Wu Jiang stared fixedly at Xu Qing, his eyes wide as saucers.

In an instant, he recalled the oddities he had sensed back then, and now everything suddenly made sense.

There was only one truth: Xu Qing had been playing down his abilities!

"Uncle, what are you talking about? I don't understand," Xu Qing said, looking away and playing dumb.

"Heh," Wu Jiang was almost amused to the point of anger. This kid had actually played him for a fool, keeping him in the palm of his hand.

Off to the side, Qin Lin, seeing the number, couldn't quite bring herself to smile.

Strength exceeding 8000kg meant that Xu Qing's physical fitness had reached the level of an elementary War General.

Combined with his astonishing speed and neural reaction time, it could be said that Xu Qing was invincible among elementary War Generals.

Because of this, Qin Lin would have to report his existence to the higher-ups at the Limit General Hall.

"Tsk tsk, you're something else, kid. You actually managed to fool me. If Qin Lin hadn't brought you here, were you planning to keep hiding it forever?" Wu Jiang exclaimed in wonder.

An eighteen-year-old elementary War General—he was a genius, no doubt about it. As long as he joined the Limit Martial Arts Hall, he would be eligible for the Basic Training Camp.

The Limit Martial Arts Hall scouted many geniuses to cultivate, and the place where they nurtured these talents was the Basic Training Camp.

Above the Basic Training Camp, there was the Elite Training Camp.

The Elite Training Camp cultivated geniuses among geniuses—monsters. Any one of them had the potential to become a War God.

Therefore, the Elite Training Camp was also known as the War God Preparatory Camp.

"Who said I was hiding my strength? I wasn't, okay? I just practiced hard, and then whoosh, I got stronger. Is that not allowed?" Xu Qing pouted, refusing to admit it.

Wu Jiang was amused. "Fine, fine, fine. You really are stubborn."

He paused, then said, "Come on, let's test your speed and neural reaction time."

Seeing that Xu Qing was truly a genius, Wu Jiang's favor for him skyrocketed.

The results were out quickly: speed was 108 meters per second, and the neural reaction test was at the intermediate War General level, with an "excellent" rating.

Hiss!

"Intermediate War General level, excellent!" Seeing the results of the neural reaction test, Wu Jiang gasped.

This score was something even few intermediate War Generals could achieve.

Compared to strength and speed, neural reaction time was the hardest to improve, as it was influenced by too many factors.

He hadn't expected Xu Qing's neural reaction time to be at such a high level; the boy was simply a monster.

Little did they know, this was still the result of Xu Qing deliberately holding back.

"Monster. With results like these, you could even enter the Elite Training Camp," Wu Jiang said, shocked beyond measure.

"Uncle, you're stunned by my prowess, aren't you?" Xu Qing chuckled.

Wu Jiang nodded earnestly, "More than just prowess—it's downright terrifying. You brat are an absolute monster."

Having said that, he looked at Qin Lin with a serious expression, "Qin Lin, I must report this to the Chairman. You are also a member of our Limit General Hall, so you surely understand the implications of this."

Xu Qing had hidden his talents before, so it didn't matter that no one noticed, but now that he had stopped hiding and revealed a monstrous level of skill, he had to be taken seriously.

"I understand, Brother Wu. Bringing Xiao Qing here today was part of my intention as well," Qin Lin said, taking a deep breath.

Hearing Qin Lin's words, Wu Jiang felt a weight lift from his heart.

He knew very well that Qin Lin must have spent a long time mentally preparing herself before bringing Xu Qing here.

Otherwise, she could have simply chosen not to bring Xu Qing here to have his rank re-evaluated.

Having received Qin Lin's consent, Wu Jiang immediately dialed a number.

"Hello, Wu Jiang, what is it?" a steady, masculine voice sounded.

Wu Jiang said in a deep voice, "Chairman, there is an eighteen-year-old Junior War General here. Most importantly, his neural reaction test result is Intermediate War General, Superior grade."

After saying this, he fell silent, waiting.

"Where are you now? I'm coming over immediately," the voice replied after a few seconds.

"The martial arts hall on the 8th floor," Wu Jiang answered.

With a beep, the call ended; the Chairman was on his way.

"When the Chairman arrives in a moment, little guy, you need to be careful," Wu Jiang reminded Xu Qing.

"Don't worry, I'll just keep quiet and let Linlin answer for me," Xu Qing knew that those big shots often had eccentric temperaments, and it wouldn't be good if he said the wrong thing.

"Haha, it's not that exaggerated. The Chairman is actually quite amiable; you just need to answer his questions honestly," Wu Jiang laughed.