Ten Thousand Jin of Strength – Is This Human?

Xie Xie was practically moved to tears.

Could you please give a guy a break?

Is this really a girl?

She's practically a female tyrannosaurus!

An Elementalist's strength was barely any different from his own, and he was an Agility-type with twin martial souls...

How was anyone supposed to live like this?

The strength advantage he had worked so hard to cultivate hadn't even made a splash in front of Gu Yue.

Although Ye Yingluo was surprised, she quickly regained her composure.

She recorded Gu Yue's numbers on the chart, her expression shifting from initial shock to calm.

After all, there had already been Han Li, who clearly didn't possess a mental martial soul yet had mental power that severely exceeded the limit.

Now, having a Gu Yue who possessed a mental martial soul but had strength that severely exceeded the limit was perfectly normal.

Perhaps it was because she had been shocked too many times...

She couldn't bring herself to be shocked anymore.

It was like being struck by lightning once; being struck a second time just made you think, "Oh, here we go again."

Subsequently, Ye Yingluo looked toward Tang Wulin.

Tang Wulin took the initiative to step forward.

He had been standing to the side watching Gu Yue's test results the whole time, his face devoid of any particular expression.

But from his slightly pursed lips, one could tell he was secretly competing as well.

He walked up to the instrument and didn't rush to punch; instead, he loosened his wrists and shoulders, adjusted his breathing, then sank into a horse stance and threw a fierce left hook.

"Bang!"

Two hundred and twenty-three kilograms.

He followed immediately with his right fist.

"Bang!"

Two hundred and thirty-eight kilograms.

The test results were out.

The crowd wasn't overly surprised.

Two hundred-plus kilograms of force was already a terrifying statistic for a nine-year-old child.

But in the environment of Zero Class, with the groundwork laid by Gu Yue and Xie Xie...

This number didn't seem quite as prominent.

Although Tang Wulin had twin martial souls and innate full soul power.

His first martial soul was Blue Silver Grass, a trash martial soul, and while his second was the Clear Sky Hammer.

As a tool martial soul, it didn't provide the same base physical enhancement to the soul master that a beast martial soul did.

The Clear Sky Hammer brought explosive power and increased attack, but it didn't directly enhance the body's foundation like a beast martial soul.

Therefore, for Tang Wulin to reach over two hundred kilograms of force at nine years old was already a very decent performance.

It could only be described as standard.

Not stunning, but definitely not bad.

Finally, it was Han Li's turn...

The crowd's gazes became expectant.

Xie Xie had already adjusted his mindset, standing to the side with his arms crossed, eyes fixed on Han Li without blinking.

Tang Wulin was equally focused.

Gu Yue's gaze held curiosity and scrutiny.

Even Ye Yingluo and Wu Changkong shifted their focus to Han Li in unison.

One had to know, from the very beginning, Han Li had left them with the impression of possessing peerless strength.

From swatting Tang Wulin away with a single blow on the playground to his terrifying performance in the mental power test just now.

It had made Han Li synonymous with a monster in everyone's hearts.

Especially his strength.

The power of that Golden Dragon Claw, capable of crushing everything...

That was what left the deepest impression on everyone.

So, what would Han Li's test results be?

Seeing this, Han Li walked forward calmly.

He stood before the strength-testing apparatus.

The upper limit of this instrument was ten thousand jin of force.

That was equivalent to five thousand kilograms of force.

For a nine-year-old child, this limit was absurdly high; under normal circumstances, it was impossible to break.

Han Li did not perform any preparatory movements.

He simply raised his right fist and tapped the target surface casually, even somewhat carelessly.

Yes, he just tapped it.

"BOOM!"

A deafening roar exploded throughout the room.

The instrument instantly buckled inward from the center.

The metal target surface twisted and deformed, its internal structure collapsing and disintegrating under the immense impact.

The entire apparatus was as if it had been struck head-on by a speeding train...

It was ripped clean from its fixed position, slammed into the wall, and fell to the floor, shattering into a pile of scrap metal.

At this moment, Ye Yingluo and Wu Changkong were completely stunned.

One had to realize...

This instrument was capable of withstanding ten thousand jin of force.

Converted into kilograms.

That was a full five thousand kilograms!

In other words, the force of Han Li's punch had already exceeded five thousand kilograms!

At this moment, a thought rose in everyone's minds.

Is he human?

Is this really a human?

Right now, the feeling Han Li gave them was exactly like that of a bipedal, humanoid spirit beast.

Ten-year spirit beasts, hundred-year spirit beasts...

They probably wouldn't be able to withstand a single punch from Han Li.

This was simply not the strength a nine-year-old child should possess, nor was it even the strength a two-ring spirit master should have.

What was the concept of five thousand kilograms?

It was five tons!

A small soul-guided car weighed only one or two tons; Han Li could send a car flying with a single punch.

Finally, Ye Yingluo took a deep breath, struggling to keep her voice calm.

"I... I'm going to find the Dean."

She turned and walked quickly out of the room, the rapid clicking of her high heels against the floor growing distant.

The remaining few stood in the ruined room, looking at each other, none knowing what to say.

About ten minutes later...

Ye Yingluo returned.

Following behind her was the Dean, Yu Zhen.

Yu Zhen was a middle-aged man in his fifties, tall and imposing, dressed in a dark formal suit.

After walking into the room, he glanced at the pile of wrecked instrument debris on the floor, then looked at Han Li, his eyes filled with a trace of curiosity.

"This instrument is indeed broken; replace it with another."

As Yu Zhen spoke, he gestured to those behind him.

Two staff members walked in carrying a much larger instrument.

This apparatus was more than a size larger than the previous one, with a thicker metal target surface and a sturdier base.

The staff installed the instrument, finished the calibration, and then retreated.

The upper limit of this testing instrument reached a full one hundred thousand jin, which was fifty thousand kilograms.

"Come on, little one."

Yu Zhen looked at Han Li, his tone carrying a hint of encouragement.

"Let me see your true strength."

Han Li nodded and walked in front of the new instrument.

He threw a punch.

"BANG!"

The target face emitted a dull, thunderous boom.

The entire apparatus shuddered violently.

The numbers on the soul guidance screen flickered rapidly.

Finally, they settled.

Left hand: 25,294 kilograms.

Han Li did not pause, his right hand following immediately after.

"Bang!"

An even duller, louder boom.

Right hand: 29,138 kilograms.

The values were displayed.

The entire room fell silent.

Xie Xie's eyes were wider than they had ever been, his mouth hanging open, yet he could not utter a single word.

Tang Wulin clenched his hands into fists.

Yu Zhen stood at the doorway.

At this moment, the composure on his face had vanished, replaced by an unconcealable shock.

He had served as dean for so many years and had seen countless talented students, but he had never seen any nine-year-old child capable of striking with a force exceeding 25,000 kilograms.