Instructor Wu's Shock—What Kind of Heaven-Defying Progress Was This?

"Instructor Wu!"

As Luo Wen walked, he called out to Instructor Wu.

Instructor Wu was a Martial Artist with keen hearing, and he immediately looked up.

"Luo Wen?"

Instructor Wu was slightly surprised.

He had been wondering these past few days why Luo Wen had not come to the Martial Arts Hall. He had not expected Luo Wen to show up today.

Instructor Wu set aside the student he had been instructing and walked toward Luo Wen.

"Luo Wen, are you here to train today?"

Instructor Wu asked as he approached.

Luo Wen shook his head. "Instructor Wu, I'm here for a test."

"A test?" Instructor Wu looked shocked. "You want to take the Advanced Student test?"

"Yes. I feel like I've made quite a bit of progress recently and should have reached the Advanced Student standard, so I came to test myself."

"Have you tested your fist strength at home?"

Instructor Wu asked.

Luo Wen shook his head. "No."

These past two days, he had been fully focused on training and had not gone to the S.H.I.E.L.D. training room for testing.

"Alright, come with me. I'll take you to get tested."

Instructor Wu was also curious about Luo Wen's training progress.

Soon, Instructor Wu led Luo Wen to a side hall specifically for testing.

As the door to the side hall closed, all the noise outside was instantly shut out.

"Luo Wen, test your fist strength first."

Instructor Wu glanced at the Fist Strength Testing Machine in the distance and spoke to Luo Wen.

"Alright." Luo Wen withdrew his gaze from the surroundings and walked up to the Fist Strength Testing Machine.

Looking at the clearly more advanced Fist Strength Testing Machine before him, Luo Wen's expression remained calm.

Luo Wen took a deep breath, spread his legs slightly, bent his arm, and gathered his strength.

This time, Luo Wen did not even squat down before throwing out a fierce punch.

To an ordinary observer, Luo Wen's punch looked somewhat casual.

Yet a trace of approval appeared in Instructor Wu's eyes.

In his eyes, Luo Wen's entire body had formed into a great bow. His posture was indeed not as complete as a fully prepared strike, but it had mobilized the strength of his whole body with exceptional fluidity.

Compared to his last test, Luo Wen's power exertion technique had clearly risen by an entire level.

"Buzz!"

The Fist Strength Testing Machine shook continuously.

Soon, the display flickered repeatedly before showing a number.

"783 kg."

"What?"

The instant he saw that number, disbelief appeared on Instructor Wu's face.

He even suspected that the Fist Strength Testing Machine had malfunctioned.

After all, Luo Wen's fist strength test result last week had only been 544 kg.

His fist strength had increased by over two hundred kilograms in a week?

How was that possible?!

Luo Wen was also somewhat surprised as he looked at the number displayed on the screen.

"783 kilograms... Has my strength increased that much?"

Although Luo Wen was surprised, he had been mentally prepared for it. Over the past week, he had eaten Monster Meat every day, and it had been High-level Beast Soldier Grade Monster Meat.

After training, he had also kept up his routine of soaking in a Medicinal Bath Bag.

Furthermore, he had practiced the Limit Martial Hall's Basic Ten Forms, and he had Friday, an artificial intelligence, assisting him.

"Maybe it also has something to do with the fact that I was just infected with the RR virus and my body's potential is still emerging at a rapid pace."

Luo Wen guessed.

All those factors combined had led to the explosive increase in his physical fitness.

But no matter what, the numbers were real. His fist strength was already extremely close to the Quasi-Martial Artist level.

The Quasi-Martial Artist standard for fist strength was 900 kg. He was now only a little over a hundred kilograms short.

Luo Wen's heart surged with excitement.

Once he became a Quasi-Martial Artist, his safety in the world of Swallowed Star would have some initial protection.

Technologies such as the Arc Reactor and low-level artificial intelligence could then be used for cooperation with the Limit Martial Hall.

"Luo Wen, how did your fist strength increase so much? Throw another punch!"

Instructor Wu had completely lost his previous composure and hurriedly said.

Luo Wen nodded.

This time, Luo Wen bent his knees slightly, pulled his arm back to the limit, and threw a punch!

"Bang!"

The explosive sound echoed through the side hall.

Soon, another number appeared on the screen.

"786 kg."

Instructor Wu's mouth fell open as he looked at the number.

"It's actually real."

Instructor Wu's mind was somewhat blank.

"Luo Wen, how did your fist strength increase so much?"

Seeing Instructor Wu's disbelieving expression, Luo Wen smiled.

"Instructor Wu, my family recently spent some money procuring a batch of Monster Meat. I've also been training rather diligently, so my strength improved a little."

"Monster Meat? No wonder."

Instructor Wu's expression eased slightly.

Monster Meat contained abundant nutrients and could replenish one's vitality and blood. Children from ordinary families simply could not afford it.

Even children from wealthy families could only eat it a few times a year.

It seemed that Luo Wen's family was indeed fairly well-off, able to purchase a batch of Monster Meat for Luo Wen's training.

"But even if you ate Monster Meat, this rate of improvement is still incredible!"

Instructor Wu praised.

Luo Wen was only sixteen this year. He had entered the Martial Arts Hall just a week ago, yet his fist strength had already reached 786 kg.

At this rate, he would reach the Quasi-Martial Artist level before long.

A Quasi-Martial Artist at sixteen or seventeen.

In the future, he would at least become a General-Level Martial Artist.

Thinking that he was already in his thirties yet was only an Intermediate Warrior-level Martial Artist, while Luo Wen might surpass him within two years, Instructor Wu felt both emotional and ashamed.

When the gap in talent was small, it made people jealous. When the gap was too great, it only made people feel powerless.

Thus, Instructor Wu was not particularly jealous of Luo Wen. Instead, he felt excited and honored.

He had been the first to discover and guide such a genius.

If Luo Wen became a General-Level Martial Artist in the future, or even a War God-Level Warrior, that would be enough for him to brag about for the rest of his life.

"Luo Wen, let's test your speed too!"

At the thought that Luo Wen might become a War God-Level Warrior in the future, Instructor Wu's breathing grew somewhat rapid. Still, he was a Warrior-level Martial Artist with strong mental fortitude, and he quickly composed himself.

"Alright!"

Luo Wen nodded, his mood also rising with excitement.

After getting into a starting position, Luo Wen shot forward at Instructor Wu's command.

The entire side hall was fifty meters wide, yet Luo Wen crossed it almost instantly, as fast as a black streak.

Instructor Wu looked at the Speed Testing Instrument beside him.

3 m/s.

A stormy sea churned in Instructor Wu's heart.

Last week, Luo Wen's tested speed had only been 14 meters per second.

He had improved by so much in a week?

Rapid improvement in strength was still understandable.

But speed was not so easy to improve.

After all, speed involved the tendons and ligaments in the legs, as well as many small muscle groups.

Many Advanced Students met the strength requirement, yet their speed remained stuck below 25 m/s, preventing them from ever becoming Quasi-Martial Artists.

He had not expected Luo Wen's improvement in speed to be this terrifying as well.

Instructor Wu looked at Luo Wen, who had come to a stop, and found himself speechless.

Luo Wen turned his head and saw the number on the Speedometer as well.

"3 meters per second?"

"Doesn't that mean I really am very close to becoming a Quasi-Martial Artist?"

Luo Wen was also somewhat surprised.

He knew all too well how difficult it was to improve one's speed.

Previously, his speed had been stuck at 8 meters per second for more than half a year, unable to advance even a step.

If he had not come to the world of Swallowed Star and been infected with the RR virus, who knew how much longer he would have remained stuck?

He had not expected that after only a week, his speed would undergo another leap in improvement.