Pure Strength Beyond One Hundred Thousand Jin

This utterly exceeded his understanding of limits.

At this moment, they had lost the ability to think, staring blankly at those terrifying figures.

Twenty-five thousand two hundred and ninety-four.

Twenty-nine thousand one hundred and thirty-eight.

Those two numbers weighed on everyone's hearts like mountains, leaving them unable to breathe.

Especially that second punch.

Nearly three tons of force had been delivered so casually by a nine-year-old child...

What kind of monster was this?!

It took a long while before everyone came back to their senses.

Ye Yingluo drew a deep breath.

At that moment, her gaze shifted from the screen to Han Li's face. Han Li's expression was calm, no different from before the test.

It was as though those two punches had merely been part of his daily routine, as ordinary as eating or drinking.

By now, the looks in everyone's eyes as they watched Han Li could no longer be described with words.

If anyone had previously regarded Han Li as merely a gifted peer—

Then now, in everyone's minds...

Han Li had already transcended that category.

He stood at a height none of them could reach, separated from ordinary people like them by an invisible, impassable gulf.

At that moment, Ye Yingluo suddenly thought of something.

Han Li's expression had been very calm just now.

He had been calm from beginning to end.

Calm during the spiritual power test, calm during the strength test, and still calm even when he struck twenty-five thousand kilograms.

That calmness...

Was not because he lacked awareness of his own results.

Rather, it was...

The composure of someone who knew exactly what he was doing.

The certainty of someone who knew he still had strength to spare.

An even more terrifying suspicion suddenly surfaced in her heart.

"Han Li..."

Ye Yingluo's voice was somewhat dry.

"Did you... use your full strength just now?"

Everyone's gazes focused on Han Li's face once more.

Han Li paused slightly, then shook his head.

"No."

Two words, spoken lightly and plainly.

Everyone sucked in a breath.

Perfectly in unison, as if they had rehearsed it countless times.

The air in the entire room seemed to grow thinner from that collective breath.

He had not used his full strength. Twenty-five thousand kilograms and twenty-nine thousand kilograms had merely been numbers he had casually struck.

What if he went all out?

What if he gave it everything he had?

How terrifying would that number be?

Xie Xie leaned against the wall, his legs feeling a little weak.

He felt that every ounce of pride and confidence he had possessed since birth...

Had been completely Shattered in a single day.

Yu Zhen stood at the doorway in silence for a moment.

Then he stepped forward and looked at Han Li, his gaze carrying an unprecedented seriousness.

"Student Han."

Yu Zhen's voice was steady.

"Hit it without holding back."

"If the equipment breaks, it breaks. You won't have to compensate us."

Han Li glanced at Yu Zhen and nodded.

He walked back over to the strength-testing machine.

Golden light lit up around his right hand.

The Golden Dragon Claw took shape.

Surging vitality and blood rushed from within his body toward his right palm.

Han Li did not use a Soul Skill. He simply threw a punch at the testing machine.

"Boom—!"

A deafening explosion erupted.

A shockwave spread from the point of impact, sweeping dust and fragments into the air.

The entire machine let out a creak of unbearable strain.

Then, the machine exploded.

The testing machine, capable of withstanding one hundred thousand jin of force, was directly blown apart.

Metal fragments sprayed in every direction, shooting toward every corner of the room and clanging against the walls.

The soul-conducting circuits snapped, electric sparks crackled, and smoke and dust filled the room, obscuring everyone's vision.

When the smoke and dust gradually dispersed...

The room was a complete mess.

The wreckage of the machine lay scattered across the floor. The walls were covered in dents left by flying fragments, and the air was thick with a mixture of burnt smells and metal.

Han Li stood amid the ruins.

The golden glow around his right hand was slowly fading.

His expression remained calm, as though he had merely done something insignificant.

Silence.

A silence longer than any before it.

Yu Zhen's reaction came swiftly and fiercely.

The instant he recovered from his shock, bewilderment first appeared on his face. It was immediately replaced by disbelief, which rapidly transformed into ecstatic delight.

An almost exaggerated grin blossomed across that dignified face. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes bunched together, his hands rubbed together unconsciously, and he looked like someone who had just won an enormous prize.

He knew...

Just how terrifying the talent Han Li had displayed was.

Having served as Eastsea Academy's headmaster for so many years, he had seen countless talented students.

But never had he seen anyone like Han Li, who could strike with force exceeding one hundred thousand jin at the age of nine.

What did this data signify?

It meant that, in terms of strength, Han Li had already surpassed the vast majority of adult soul masters. It meant that among his peers, he was an utterly overwhelming existence.

He could even easily lead his team to victory in both the individual and team events at the Sky Sea Grand Competition in the latter half of this year.

This was not mere boasting.

The Sky Sea Grand Competition was a soul master tournament jointly held by several cities around Eastsea City. Its participants were young students from various academies, all under the age of twelve.

How strong could twelve-year-old children be?

At most, they would only be three-ring Soul Elders.

And Han Li?

At nine years old, he could already strike with one hundred thousand jin of force. Forget three-ring Soul Elders—even four-ring Soul Ancestors and five-ring Soul Kings might not be able to produce such a number without using Soul Skills.

One had to know that even ordinary assault-type soul masters needed six or even seven rings...

Before they could possess one hundred thousand jin of strength.

The strength of a Six-Ring Soul Emperor had actually been easily surpassed by a nine-year-old child.

What kind of concept was that?

Therefore, he could say with certainty that every member of the younger generation in the Skysea Alliance would be utterly helpless before Han Li.

He even felt that Han Li could win the championship even if he competed in the youth division, or perhaps even the adult division.

Because this kind of talent had completely transcended the limitations of age. Any conventional classification of ranks lost its meaning before Han Li.

Such a genius had come to their Eastsea Academy. How could that not fill him with joy?

Yu Zhen was so excited that he nearly spun in circles on the spot.

Although Eastsea Academy was considered a decent academy within Eastsea City, it could only be regarded as second-rate in the entire Sun Moon Federation.

Shrek Academy, academies directly affiliated with the Spirit Pagoda, Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy, and the private schools of the major clans...

Those were the places where true geniuses gathered.

A freak of Han Li's caliber should, by all reason, have been snatched away by those top-tier powers.

Yet he had come to Eastsea Academy.

This was simply a pie falling from the sky—and an enormous one capable of knocking someone unconscious.

At that moment, he could not wait to meet with Eastsea City's governor and discuss the resources that would be provided to support Han Li going forward.

A genius like this was worth pouring all of Eastsea City's resources into...

All so they could secure Han Li's protection in the future.