S-rank Might Not Be Enough to Define Yang Sheng

The Control Room fell silent.

Apart from Lu Shan, the other professors knew almost nothing about Yang Sheng.

Some had never even heard his name.

"Wait, Yang Sheng from Yu Prefecture?" asked a graying middle-aged man.

"His battlefield performance has been unremarkable. He's barely met any resistance and has relied entirely on luck to avoid so many alien creatures. Luck may be part of strength, but this leaves far too much to chance. He has no real achievements to show for it. I object."

Someone rose in indignation and flatly voiced his opposition.

"Dean Shang, you may be highly respected, but you can't make this decision so lightly. Many of us haven't even heard of Yang Sheng. How can we rate him so highly?"

Shang Ming braced both hands on the table.

"Because of his potential!"

The graying man immediately shot back, "Potential? Who here doesn't have potential?"

Shang Ming straightened and walked to the large screen.

"Pull up the data."

The technician worked the controls.

The large screen immediately displayed graphs of every surviving contestant's statistics.

Everyone's punching-power graph showed regular fluctuations.

Only Yang Sheng's stood out.

His curve kept climbing, far beyond the normal range of fluctuation for a martial artist.

"You mean Yang Sheng's punching power was two thousand kilograms when he entered the arena, and now it's risen to twenty-eight hundred?"

Everyone knew what that meant.

For martial artists, growth in punching power was the most basic and fundamental measure of progress.

Martial artists at different stages were classified by how much power they could put into a punch.

The range for Major Dark Force Mastery was eighteen hundred to three thousand kilograms.

The higher the stage, the wider that range became.

When Yang Sheng entered the competition, he had only just reached Major Dark Force