One Punch, 1100 Kilograms, Shocks the Entire Venue

After the theoretical lecture for the first class concluded.

Class teacher Chen Ze clapped his hands, signaling everyone to quiet down.

"Students, the educational philosophy of the Martial Soul Hall is different from certain so-called elite academies that worship brutal elimination."

Chen Ze's voice echoed through the classroom, carrying a hint of imperceptible disdain, clearly alluding to Shrek Academy: "We pursue rationality, maximizing the excavation of your potential rather than treating you as expendable resources."

He paused, then continued: "Therefore, we will now conduct physical fitness tests—not mindless torture, but precise measurements of your strength, endurance, mental power, and other data."

"Afterward, we will tailor the most reasonable weighted training plans based on each person's data, ensuring you improve steadily under safe conditions."

The students below nodded one after another upon hearing these words.

Many of them had heard of the hellish training methods at Shrek Academy.

The outrageous practice of training one hundred students to the point of collapse, eliminating ninety-nine percent of them and leaving only one percent of geniuses, made them instinctively repulsed.

In contrast, the Martial Soul Hall's approach of teaching according to aptitude made them feel respected and cared for.

Thus, no one harbored even the slightest bit of doubt.

"Now, everyone head downstairs. The test begins!"

On the playground, various testing Soul Tools were already prepared.

The strength tester was a massive metal pillar with clear scale markings on the side.

The tests proceeded in order.

Most students' strength fell between one hundred and three hundred kilograms; occasionally, when someone exceeded four hundred kilograms, it would trigger a small ripple of exclamation.

Finally, it was Chen Doudou's turn.

The previously noisy playground quieted down significantly, and almost everyone's gaze focused on him.

Whispers rose and fell.

"How many kilograms of force do you think he can hit?"

"I feel like at least five hundred! His second soul ring is a ten-thousand-year one, after all; his physical constitution must be monstrous."

"Five hundred? I think it could be higher, maybe even break eight hundred!"

"Give it a rest, why are you bragging? Even if his second soul ring is ten-thousand-year, he's only six or seven years old this year, right? He's still just a kid! I estimate three hundred kilograms at most."

"Exactly, look at his thin arms and legs; he's not even as sturdy as I am. How much strength could he have?"

Jiang Nannan stood not far away, giving him an encouraging look: "Doudou, go for it, I believe in you!"

"Just watch, Sister Nannan."

Chen Doudou walked up calmly and stood firm before the strength tester.

He did not release his martial soul; he simply loosened his wrists, then swung a heavy punch, slamming it into the metal pillar.

"Boom!"

A dull, thunderous sound rang out.

Immediately following, the numbers on the metal pillar jumped frantically, finally settling on a figure that left everyone breathless.

1100 kilograms!

A deathly silence fell over the playground.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

"Hiss--!"

The sound of people gasping in shock rose one after another.

"Holy... holy crap! One... one thousand one hundred kilograms? Am I seeing this right?"

"My martial soul is a Great Strength Gorilla, and I only hit four hundred kilograms!"

"A monster! This is definitely a monster!"

"That's over a thousand kilograms! My dad is a Soul Ancestor with a strength-type martial soul, and even using a soul skill to amplify his power, his full-force strike seems to be just this number, right?"

Class teacher Chen Ze was so excited that his hands were trembling. He stared fixedly at that number, as if he could already see the Martial Soul Hall draped in countless honors in the future.

With Doudou here, who else could claim the title of 'Gold Medal Teacher' for this year but him?

He roared internally.

Several other teachers from neighboring classes, who had originally come to watch the spectacle, now felt their back molars nearly cracking from envy.

"Damn it, that old guy Chen Ze is so lucky to have picked up such a huge bargain!"

"It's infuriating, why isn't Doudou in our class?"

Although everyone in the arena was shocked, Chen Doudou was somewhat dissatisfied.

After all, in Douluo Dalu 3, when Tang Wulin was nine years old, a casual punch during a strength test was thirteen hundred kilograms.

However, he was also very clear that this data was already considered extremely strong; Tang Wulin was simply cheating with that outrageous Golden Dragon King bloodline.

The subsequent endurance test became Chen Doudou's personal show.

Running around the massive track, the others were already gasping for air by the twentieth lap, and by the fortieth or fiftieth, they were sprawled out in a heap, utterly exhausted.

Only Chen Doudou moved with a light gait and steady breath, leading the pack as if he were merely out for a stroll.

Jiang Nannan followed close behind; though her face was flushed from the prolonged running, her breathing remained relatively steady.

Huo Yuhao was lost in the crowd, his thin frame swinging his arms desperately as sweat blurred his vision.

He gazed at the purple figure running at the very front, his eyes filled with nothing but pure adoration.

That was the symbol of strength, the power that could protect his mother!

Chen Doudou naturally did not notice Huo Yuhao's humble yet fervent gaze; there were too many people on the field, and he couldn't possibly pay attention to everyone.

The physical fitness test concluded, and everyone lay sprawled on the grass, gasping for air as if they had just been fished out of water.

Although the endurance tests at Martial Soul Hall did not push people to the brink of death like Shrek, the assessments that neared their limits still left these young soul masters completely drained.

No one dared to slack off on a matter that concerned their future training plans.

"Everyone, wait a moment. I'll go find a Healing teacher to help you all recover."

Chen Ze looked at the exhausted students and was just about to find a nearby Healing-type teacher to restore their Soul Power.

"Teacher, there's no need for such trouble."

Chen Doudou's voice rang out.

He stepped forward, raised his right hand, and the Life Rakshasa Holy Scythe appeared instantly, a gentle aura of life permeating the air.

"First Soul Skill: Dance of the Life Stars."

Countless phantom Pegasus, formed from pure life energy, surged into the bodies of everyone present like sprites.

A miraculous scene unfolded: their bodies, previously aching and drained of Soul Power, regained their vitality at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In just a few seconds, the students who had been sprawled on the ground were all restored to their original state, looking refreshed and spirited!

"My god! What kind of healing soul skill is this? It's too powerful!"

"I feel like my whole body is full of strength; the fatigue from just now has been swept away!"

"Chen Doudou, you're amazing!"

"I feel like my Soul Power even increased a little!"

"It's so magical, it didn't hurt at all—it actually felt so comfortable..."

Huo Yuhao, amidst the crowd, felt his strength returning and secretly clenched his fists, a warm current surging in his heart.

Such a powerful healing soul skill... If only Mother could experience this skill too.

Maybe her body would get better...

The slightly older girls were even more eager, swarming toward Chen Doudou like a cluster of bees, touching him here and there.

"Little Brother Doudou, my legs are still a bit sore, could you heal me again?"

"Go away, go away! I was here first!"

"Little Brother Doudou, your hands are so soft..."

Jiang Nannan had been drinking water in the distance, but when she turned back and saw the chaotic scene, she couldn't sit still.

She stomped her feet in anger and squeezed into the crowd like a mother hen protecting her chicks, pulling him out by the arm.

Jiang Nannan put her hands on her hips, her eyes urgent: "Doudou, you ran for so long, you must be exhausted! Come with me over there to sit and rest!"

Chen Doudou blinked, looking at her with a blank expression: "Huh? Am I tired?"

The exertion from just now was merely a warm-up for him; how could he be tired?

"Of course you're tired!"

Jiang Nannan's cheeks puffed out like a little hamster stuffed with pine nuts, her beautiful eyes blinking: "After running so many laps, anyone would be tired!"

Chen Doudou looked down at his arms, which were indeed slightly warm, then looked at Jiang Nannan's adorable expression that seemed to say, "If you dare say otherwise, I'll bite you," and nodded repeatedly.

"Ah, yes, yes, yes, I am indeed tired."

He cooperatively put on an act of gasping for air and even rubbed his shoulders—which felt no pain at all—with great seriousness: "Thanks to Sister Nannan's reminder, otherwise I wouldn't have even noticed how tired I was."

Jiang Nannan hummed with satisfaction, taking his hand like a little adult: "That's more like it. Come on, Sister will take you to buy some water."