Two Bone Cracks, Martial University Seeds (Seeking Follow-ups!!!)

Fang Shuwen's fingers had just gripped the handle of the 150-jin stone lock.

He hadn't even had the chance to exert force yet.

At that moment, a thunderous roar of astonishment suddenly erupted from the other side of the training ground.

"Two hundred jin! He lifted it!"

"Good heavens, that stone lock is bigger than a human head, and he just hoisted it over his head like that?"

The crowd surged toward that direction, and even the few students who had been gathered around Fang Shuwen to watch the spectacle stood on their tiptoes, craning their necks to look over.

In an instant, he was left standing there all alone.

Fang Shuwen didn't mind; he tightened his grip on the stone lock and exerted force with steady control.

With a low shout!

His right arm swung upward, and the 150-jin stone lock was hoisted into the air in one go.

"Instructor, it's time to record the score."

Fang Shuwen spoke, his cool, detached voice instantly snapping the instructor—who had been craning his neck to look toward Han Tieshan—back to reality.

Chen Qingshi turned his head, first glancing at the stone lock held steadily above Fang Shuwen's head.

He couldn't help but rub his eyes, then looked down at the empty spot on the ground where the stone lock had been.

He hadn't seen it wrong; it was indeed the 150-jin stone lock!

His mouth hung open, and a confused "Ah" escaped his throat.

A 150-jin stone lock, actually lifted by this kid?

Was this really the same Fang Shuwen, the student who failed six out of seven subjects and was rumored to be on the verge of expulsion?

Chen Qingshi felt a sense of dazed unreality.

"Re... record it, record it!"

Chen Qingshi came to his senses, fumbling through the roster to find Fang Shuwen's name.

His pen tip trembled as he placed a checkmark in the "150 jin" column.

After writing it down, he looked up at Fang Shuwen again, confirming whether the person before him was truly the Fang Shuwen he knew.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the stone lock testing area, a youth nearly 1.8 meters tall was holding that 200-jin stone lock steadily above his head.

He wore a faded grey school uniform with frayed cuffs, and his pant legs were a bit short, revealing half of his wheat-colored calves.

However, despite his height, he looked even thinner and frailer than Fang Shuwen.

Therefore, no one would have expected this person to be capable of lifting a 200-jin stone lock!

"Good!"

Under the sunshade, Meng Zhen, an inspector from the National Martial Arts Hall, slammed his palm onto the table.

The immense force instantly punched a hand-shaped hole through the hard ironwood table.

The edges of the palm print were smooth, as if cut by a machine.

One could imagine that if this palm had struck a person, it would likely have left a hole right through them.

This was Dark Force.

The power was concentrated, possessing terrifying penetrating force.

Meng Zhen stood up abruptly, the indifference in his eyes swept away, replaced by undisguised admiration.

"Who is this child? How many bone-cracking sounds has he achieved?" Meng Zhen turned to ask the principal, Qian Jun.

Qian Jun was stunned for a moment.

The dean, Zhou Changping, who was standing nearby, adjusted his glasses and lowered his voice.

"Instructor Meng, this student is Han Tieshan from Class 3 of the second year. His physical education grades in the previous two semesters were only above average. As for the bone-cracking sounds... the school hasn't tested him yet."

"Haven't tested him?"

Meng Zhen furrowed his brows, his gaze sweeping back and forth over the thin, tall figure, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled upward.

"Lifting two hundred jin with one arm, steady as a rock, breathing undisturbed, his stance as solid as a stake. If cultivated properly, he'll be a prime candidate for Martial University in the future!"

Qian Jun and the other nodded in agreement, immediately deciding that regardless of his academic grades, they must transfer this boy into the Elite Class.

Just as Chen Qingshi finished recording Fang Shuwen's score, the commotion on the other side of the training ground gradually subsided.

"What about over at Fang Shuwen's side?"

Someone in the crowd suddenly asked.

Failing six out of seven subjects, plus having Young Master Guo as a rich heir to deal with.

Fang Shuwen was considered a celebrity at school.

Just as Guo Ziming recovered from the shock caused by Han Tieshan, he heard this and curled his lips into a cold sneer:

"Him? Look at that scrawny frame of his; it would be a miracle if he could even lift it. I bet he couldn't even budge it and slunk away in shame."

The few lackeys beside him started laughing along.

"Young Master Guo is right. That kid Fang Shuwen used to pant just from carrying Young Master Guo's schoolbag."

The few people nearby chimed in with more flattery for Guo Ziming.

The noise gradually died down.

On the other side, Cuicui withdrew her gaze at this moment. Not seeing Fang Shuwen, she couldn't help but pout.

"As expected, no talent is no talent. He must have failed the assessment and was too embarrassed to stay, so he ran off early!"

With a cold snort, her heart, which had been depressed all morning because Steward Chen gave Fang Shuwen a Parker pen, finally felt balanced.

The assessment continued.

When it was Guo Ziming's turn, he gathered his strength and walked up to the stone locks, choosing one that weighed a hundred catties.

He planted his feet in a horse stance, drew a breath, and exerted force.

He did manage to lift the stone lock, but his arms shook like a sieve, his face turned the color of liver, and the veins on his forehead bulged out one by one.

He couldn't hold it for even two breaths before his strength gave out. The stone lock slammed onto the ground with a loud clang, nearly crushing his own feet.

The instructor in charge of recording wrote "one hundred catties" on the roster, looked up at him, and checked the box as if no one else were around.

This was the young master of the Guo Family, after all; good enough was good enough.

Doing him a favor might come in handy later.

"Young Master Guo is amazing, lifting a hundred-catty stone lock! You must have reached the stage where your bones crack!" a lackey praised from the side.

"Barely, barely." Guo Ziming beamed with pride.

His hundred catties wasn't low; among the more than three hundred people tested today, it was enough to rank in the top thirty!

In the blink of an eye, it was time for school to end.

After exiting the school gate, Fang Shuwen had just turned the corner when he ran head-on into two familiar faces.

The tall, thin one had a black mole on his face, and the short, fat one walked like a penguin.

They were the two thugs who had chased him for three streets a few days ago.

The two had been squatting at the school gate for most of the day, their legs numb from the wait.

At this moment, upon seeing Fang Shuwen, their eyes instantly lit up.

"You little brat, we finally caught you!" The tall, thin one flicked his cigarette butt to the ground, rolled up his sleeves, and walked over.

The short, fat one followed behind, his footsteps pattering as he stuttered:

"Th-th-this time, let's see... where you can run!"

Fang Shuwen frowned slightly.

People were coming and going at the school gate, and instructors were there maintaining order; starting a fight here would be too conspicuous.

He scanned his surroundings with his peripheral vision and, without stopping, actually picked up his pace and turned into a small alley on the side of the school.

Thinking he was trying to escape, the two thugs took off in pursuit.

The alley grew narrower and narrower, ending at a low wall; beyond the wall lay the small grove behind the school.

Fang Shuwen kicked off the ground, braced one hand on the wall, and vaulted over.

The two thugs formed a human ladder at the base of the wall and huffed and puffed as they climbed over as well.

The moment Fang Shuwen landed, he came to a halt.

There were already people waiting in the small grove.

Guo Ziming stood with his arms crossed, leaning against a tree trunk, with two men in black short jackets standing behind him.

"Fang Shuwen."

Guo Ziming straightened up from the tree trunk, a mocking smile on his face:

"I told you not to leave after school, and you actually came. What, done running?"

"So, you went and found two helpers?"