Who is this general?

"Eliminated if under 1200KG?!"

"That's not right. In previous years, as long as you were above 800kg, you could pass the initial screening!"

"The difficulty has increased by fifty percent this year. This is unreasonable!"

Hearing this, the crowd immediately erupted.

Many young people showed expressions of indignation, speaking loudly as if that would make the association change its mind.

Most of them were around Su Bei's age, barely meeting the standard for a Quasi-Martial Artist. They didn't have high hopes of passing, but they attached great importance to this Martial Artist Assessment, hoping for some training opportunities to prepare for the next one.

They couldn't accept being screened out at the very first hurdle.

"How can there be so many reasonable things?"

"If your strength isn't enough, go back and train more. Come back when you're strong enough!"

Those with sufficient strength naturally wouldn't stand by and watch the youngsters chatter incessantly, directly mocking them without holding back.

"The requirements have increased so much. Has the difficulty of this assessment also been adjusted to be harder?" Su Bei walked with the crowd towards the nearest strength testing point, pondering in his mind.

This was clearly a temporary adjustment. Otherwise, if the requirements were stated directly during registration, it would have saved a lot of trouble.

"But it doesn't make sense. A sudden temporary adjustment, I don't know if it's good or bad."

After briefly considering the matter in his mind, he didn't dwell on it. Even if the difficulty had been adjusted, he didn't need to worry with his strength.

A total of ten strength testing points were set up in the operational base.

Su Bei quickly squeezed to the front. A simple strength testing machine was fixed to the ground by the wall.

A simple tent stood beside it, with two staff members recording data. They were two burly men with gazes like jackals, tigers, leopards, and horses, exuding a predatory aura. They looked fiercely and expressionlessly at every contestant stepping up for the test.

This was them deliberately releasing their Martial Artist aura, with the intention of making people feel nervous, fearful, and disoriented.

Although it was called a Martial Artist aura, it was actually a kind of killing intent, making people standing before the testing machine feel an unease as if they would be torn to shreds the moment they made a move.

Facing such pressure, it was likely that most people would not be able to ignore it, and it wouldn't be strange even if they performed poorly because of it.

Those who could be here were naturally not just two first-order Martial Artists, but stronger individuals!

Seeing this, Su Bei could almost conclude that the difficulty of this Martial Artist Assessment would far exceed any previous one!

From what he knew, this would have been absolutely impossible in the past.

As expected.

While Su Bei was still queuing, he heard a commotion from ahead.

He pushed through the people in front, and the data on the strength testing machine appeared before his eyes:

369KG!

369?

Su Bei was stunned. What kind of trash was this?

A young man, his face flushed red, mumbled incomprehensible words, arguing, "Martial Artist matters…" "Helpless" "My foot slipped" "I was a bit too nervous" "If you can do it, you do it," drawing laughter from everyone. The area around the testing machine was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

Before long, he fled the scene in embarrassment.

After that, the crowd around the testing machine remained lively. When someone achieved good results, they would cheer along.

However, those who performed well were still a minority. Most people barely scraped by. Even more so, some whose strength should have met the standard performed poorly due to the aura of the two Martial Artists. One person was only 2KG short and stood there stunned for a long time.

But there was only one chance.

He could only leave amidst the tiếc nuối gazes of the crowd.

"Su Bei?"

While watching the excitement, someone patted his shoulder. Su Bei turned his head.

"It really is you?"

The person who approached was a young man, dressed in a martial arts uniform made of premium fabric, with an arrogant expression. "Came to try your luck?"

"If this were in previous years, you might have had a slim chance of participating, but this year, it's clearly not enough."

Su Bei frowned and replied with a soft, indifferent "Mm."

Zhang Fang, a high school classmate.

Their relationship couldn't be called good; they were more like fire and water.

As the saying goes, two tigers cannot share one mountain. In high school, their strength was comparable. Su Bei was slightly weaker than Zhang Fang in terms of basic strength, but he always had the upper hand in martial arts realm.

Coupled with the advantage in appearance, Zhang Fang would frequently come to Su Bei to make snide remarks throughout their three years of high school, mostly bringing up their family backgrounds. He would also occasionally imply that with just a word from him, he could get Su Bei's parents fired at any time.

It was truly impossible for Su Bei to like him.

"But I'm different."

Zhang Fang said proudly, "After the college entrance exam, my dad spent a lot of money to buy me some elixirs. My basic strength is now 1300kg."

"That price wasn't cheap. With your mom's job as a seamstress, she probably couldn't save enough even if she sewed clothes her whole life."

Standing next to Su Bei, Zhang Feiyu watched the scene unfold, his face filled with surprise and a hint of admiration.

I thought Sun Zicheng was audacious, but I didn't expect there to be an expert here?!

Who is this subordinate of?

Don't they know Su Bei knows martial arts?

Zhang Feiyu quietly asked, "Is his father also a legendary Martial Artist?"

Su Bei said, "A third-tier Martial Artist."

"Legendary third-tier?"

"Just third-tier."

Zhang Feiyu: ???

He found it hard to maintain composure for a moment: "So he's just some nobody?"

Zhang Fang, however, didn't notice, and just continued speaking to himself, "Mainly, all my clothes are custom-made. Otherwise, I could have supported your mother's business."

Zhang Feiyu gasped, this guy actually emphasized the words "your mother," how could mere bravery describe this?!

Su Bei frowned, and with a sudden flick of his hand, the immense power seemed to drain the air!

Slap!

Zhang Fang felt an irresistible, massive force strike him. He spun like a top, flying through the air, completing a full 720° rotation before landing headfirst.

It took him a good while after landing before he could force himself to get up.

The left side of his face was completely swollen, and when he opened his mouth to speak, two teeth had been knocked out. His head was reeling, as if he had a concussion.

This was even with Su Bei holding back seven or eight-tenths of his strength. If he had gone all out, Zhang Fang would likely have been killed by that slap!

"You... you dare hit me?!" Zhang Fang couldn't believe it. A third-tier Martial Artist's words were enough to make Su Bei's parents lose their jobs and end up on the streets. Su Bei had never dared to fight back before!

"Do you know who my dad is?!"

Bang!

At this moment, Zhang Feiyu stepped forward and kicked him again, stepping on him and preventing him from resisting. "Do you know who my dad is?"

When it came to bullying the weak and fearing the strong, Zhang Feiyu had plenty of experience.

The surrounding crowd watched the spectacle with amusement, having seen such scenes countless times. They were all young, spirited Martial Artists, and minor scuffles were incredibly common.

As long as no one was killed in the street, everything else was negotiable.

"Isn't that the son of the Ninth Hall Master?"

"I heard he's been making quite a name for himself at the Wuji Martial Hall recently."

"It seems even the Third Hall Master doesn't dare to cross him!"

The city wasn't that large, and Zhang Feiyu had no concept of keeping a low profile. He constantly changed sparring partners, so many people recognized him.

Even the two Martial Artists watching turned their attention over with interest.

Seeing that Su Bei didn't want to cause further trouble, Zhang Feiyu kicked him three to four meters away: "Get lost!"

When you're out and about, you need to rely on your connections!

"You just wait!"

Zhang Fang got up from the ground, shot Su Bei a hateful glance, and turned to leave.

Although he hadn't heard the surrounding people's words clearly, Zhang Feiyu's strength at his age naturally made him feel that this person's father was likely superior to his own!

That's why he didn't even dare to mention his father's name, fearing he might cause trouble, and left immediately.

The anticlimactic ending left everyone feeling bored.

"You!"

The Martial Artist responsible for recording pointed at Su Bei from a distance: "It's you, it's your turn. Go get tested."

Su Bei didn't refuse or step forward. From dozens of meters away, he unleashed a punch with a roar. The Qi Force shot out like a swirling current!

"Isn't that a bit overconfident?"

"Just using Qi Force to strike, how much power will be left?"

"This test only gives you one chance. This young man is too impatient!"

Many people muttered to themselves.

The next moment.

The Qi Force fiercely struck the force-testing machine.

Clang!!

An explosive sound rang out, like metal colliding!

And under the astonished gazes of the crowd, the data on the force-testing machine rapidly climbed!

1900kg!

Everyone gasped in shock. That punch was like Garen building Essence Reaver, silencing and breaking through defenses all at once.

"Very good, you've passed."

The two Martial Artists were also momentarily stunned, but the older one reacted first: "Name, number."

"Su Bei, 1123."

Su Bei retracted his fist and stood tall.