The second test measured physical strength. At the center of the venue stood a Black Iron Strength Target several times larger than the physique tester. Layer upon layer of Soul Power conduction Magic Formations covered its face, allowing it to register the combined impact of physical force and Soul Power and convert it into a standardized level.
Lin Jiayi patted the cold target and addressed the group. "The rules are simple. Strike the bull's-eye with all your strength. You may use Soul Power to strengthen your body, and there's no limit on cultivation level. Same order as before?"
Before he had finished speaking, Huo Yuhao stepped forward.
He was not rushing to the front to show off. He just wanted to get it over with and save himself the trouble.
It was only an entrance assessment. There was no need to spend too much time on it.
Huo Yuhao stopped before the target and casually flexed his wrist, calculating how much strength to hold back. A Soul Ancestor's physical strength would probably fall somewhere between levels forty and fifty. A middling score would do.
"Student Huo, please." The staff member gestured to the target.
Huo Yuhao nodded and loosely curled his right hand into a fist. Almost unconsciously, he drew a trace of power from the Path of the Hunt over his knuckles. He sank his hips, twisted his body, drove his shoulder forward, and threw a straight punch.
There was no flashy Soul Skill, only the purest physical force behind his fist.
Boom!
A muffled impact made the entire testing hall tremble. The Black Iron Strength Target rocked violently, and the Soul Power numbers on it raced upward before settling firmly at level seventy-one.
"Strength level: seventy-one!" The staff member swallowed, his voice tightening.
He had been present for