The President

Two minutes later, a tall, sturdily built man appeared.

Seeing this man, Wu Jiang and Qin Lin immediately saluted, "Chairman."

This person was the chairman of the Limit General Hall in Jiangnan Base City, a powerhouse at the War God level named Zhou Yongzheng, nicknamed Iron Hand.

Xu Qing curiously sized up this powerhouse; from the other man's body, he could sense a very strong cosmic energy.

"Qin Lin, it has been a long time since we last met. Thinking back, your parents... never mind, let's not bring up such sad matters. Come by the hall to show your face more often when you have time; your talent is not bad, don't waste it," Zhou Yongzheng looked at Qin Lin, his eyes filled with a hint of kindness.

"I will," Qin Lin smiled slightly.

Zhou Yongzheng nodded, then looked at Xu Qing beside her, revealing a slight smile, "So you are that eighteen-year-old primary War General, the little guy everyone is talking about."

Xu Qing met his gaze and nodded.

"Chairman, his name is Xu Qing, and he is currently Qin Lin's boyfriend," Wu Jiang added.

"Oh, Qin Lin's boyfriend? Haha, well done, Qin Lin," Zhou Yongzheng laughed heartily, finding it quite interesting.

Qin Lin was his junior, the orphan of a comrade-in-arms, so he naturally hoped she could find happiness.

He just hadn't expected her to find such an outstanding young boyfriend; although he was a bit young, that meant nothing to a martial artist.

"Tell me about it," Zhou Yongzheng looked at Wu Jiang and Qin Lin.

He did not ask Xu Qing directly, choosing instead to understand the situation from Wu Jiang and Qin Lin first.

"Chairman, you have no idea, this little guy is quite the slippery one. Didn't Supervisor Bai ask me to conduct a prospective martial artist assessment for someone from the Xu Family? It was him. And guess what? He actually hid his true strength and tricked me..."

Wu Jiang immediately began to vent, recounting all of Xu Qing's performance during the prospective martial artist assessment.

From this, it was clear that the incident still left Wu Jiang with a great deal of resentment.

As a dignified intermediate War General, he had actually been fooled by a young kid; how could he not be angry?

Hearing Wu Jiang recount the details of Xu Qing's assessment, Zhou Yongzheng wore a look of astonishment, while Qin Lin couldn't stop laughing.

Just by hearing Wu Jiang's description, they could easily imagine the scene as it had unfolded.

There was no doubt that Xu Qing had truly managed to pull the wool over Wu Jiang's eyes.

"I didn't trick you, I really didn't. If you have the ability, show me the evidence," Xu Qing glared at him, refusing to admit it.

Wu Jiang glared back, "Evidence, is it? Do you want me to pull up the recording from that day to see if you were lying or not?"

The two of them stared at each other, as if competing to see whose eyes could bulge wider, which was quite comical.

"Qin Lin, you tell me," Zhou Yongzheng said cheerfully, gesturing to Qin Lin.

"I only discovered Xiao Qing's strength a few days ago. He asked me to guide him in practicing his guiding technique, and at that moment, I realized he hadn't even started practicing before..."

"What? He hadn't practiced before? Then how did he become a martial artist in the first place?" Wu Jiang was shocked.

If Xu Qing had only started practicing the guiding technique a few days ago, where did his strength come from?

At this, even Zhou Yongzheng could no longer remain calm; he had never heard of such a situation.

"Becoming a martial artist, what's so difficult about that?" Xu Qing muttered softly.

Hearing Xu Qing's soft muttering, Wu Jiang's face twitched a few times. Do you know how many new martial artists are born in Jiangnan Base City every year? It's pitifully few.

Those who can become martial artists before the age of twenty are even rarer.

Qin Lin continued, "I originally wanted to test Xiao Qing's level, but... I couldn't catch him. He could perfectly dodge all of my attacks."

"How is that possible? You are an intermediate War General," Wu Jiang couldn't help but interject.

"The facts are as they are. This is also because Xiao Qing understands force exertion, and I suspect his force exertion level is very high," saying this, Qin Lin looked at Xu Qing, "Xiao Qing, what is your force exertion level?"

"It should be 6 times... no, 5 times... 4 times... it should be 3 times, no, it should be 2 times, yes, 2 times," Xu Qing said, lowering the multiplier while observing the expressions of Zhou Yongzheng and Wu Jiang.

"You brat, exactly how many times is it?" Wu Jiang was so frustrated he laughed; you dare to joke about something like this?

He was dying to know the exact multiplier.

Zhou Yongzheng also stared intently at Xu Qing, his heart churning with stormy waves. A force exertion level of 6 times—what kind of monster was this?

Even if one practiced the top-tier secret manual, Nine-Fold Thunder Blade, to its highest realm, one could only reach a force exertion level of 7 times. A 7-fold force exertion level was already the best in the world.

Yet Xu Qing claimed his force exertion level reached 6 times; this was simply eye-popping.

"Xiao Qing, be serious, exactly how many times?" Qin Lin suppressed the shock in her heart, her voice gentle.

"My comfort zone is below 5 times. If I reach 6 times, I might get injured," Xu Qing twisted his fingers and said slowly.

In reality, he still hadn't come clean. He felt his limit for force exertion was 8 times, but Xu Xin had taught him to always keep a trump card.

Moreover, even six times was enough to make his body struggle, let alone seven or eight. Even if he could unleash it, he would certainly suffer self-inflicted damage. Only by continuing to improve his physical fitness could he do so steadily.

As long as his physical fitness reached a certain level, his force exertion level would be able to make further breakthroughs.

"Damn it, he's a freak," Wu Jiang cursed outright.

Zhou Yongzheng was also so shocked he didn't know what to say. As a dignified War God, there were few grand scenes he hadn't witnessed; even when the world's number one powerhouse, Hong, arrived, he hadn't been this nervous.

"Xiao Qing, can you demonstrate it? Just use a force exertion level of five times," Qin Lin asked softly.

"I can," Xu Qing nodded, then walked over to the punching target.

The next second, the three people present all felt the aura around Xu Qing change; it became elusive like a cloud, yet a gentle breeze began to gather around him.

Bang!

In an instant, Xu Qing threw a punch, colliding with the target, which shook violently for a few moments.

The numbers on the display screen jumped rapidly before finally settling: 48,330kg.

Seeing this number, Wu Jiang's eyes nearly popped out of his head; it was exactly five times 9,666—48,330, not a bit more or less.

"Is this sufficient?" Xu Qing asked, looking at them.

"Monster," Wu Jiang no longer knew what else to say; he could only use that word to describe his current state of mind.

"Little Qing, does your hand hurt?" Qin Lin took his hand and examined it.

Xu Qing chuckled, "I told you, five times is my comfort zone. I won't hurt myself; it doesn't hurt at all."

"That's good then," Qin Lin said, feeling relieved after seeing that his hand wasn't even red.

"Xu Qing, is it? On behalf of the Jiangnan Base City Limit General Hall, I invite you to join the Limit Martial Arts Hall," at this moment, Zhou Yongzheng could no longer sit still and extended a formal invitation to Xu Qing directly.

An eighteen-year-old Junior Warlord was already outstanding enough, but he hadn't expected such a high force-exertion level; he was truly brilliant, absolutely brilliant.

Even the word "prodigy" wasn't enough to describe him—a monster, yes, he was a monster!

Even if their Hall Master, the founder of the Limit Martial Arts Hall, Hong, were here, he would likely be shocked by this.