Inside the testing room, the other trainees watching.
And the Wargod instructor responsible for recording the results, all froze at that moment.
The entire testing room fell deathly silent; a pin could have been heard dropping.
More than ten seconds passed before a chorus of sharp intakes of breath erupted from the crowd.
Then came a frenzy of chatter, as though a pot had boiled over.
"12.8? Did I see that right?"
"How is that possible?! Even the ninth layer of the Nine-Layered Thunder Blade, supposedly the strongest in terms of force multiplier, only reaches seven times!"
"That's outrageous. It's absolutely impossible!"
Everyone was stunned by the terrifying multiplier Luo Feng had produced.
But that shock soon turned into deep suspicion.
They simply couldn't believe a newcomer who had just joined the camp could produce a figure that defied everything Earth's martial artists took for granted.
"The machine must be broken!"
"Right! Didn't you see it smoking and break down? A malfunction definitely caused this!"
Rather than admit that Luo Feng was a peerless monster who defied common sense.
They preferred to believe that it was all because the machine had suffered a serious malfunction.
And so the clamor and questioning rose and fell around the room.
Luo Feng ignored the discussions around him.
Instead, he turned to the Wargod instructor, who was still standing there in a daze.
Luo Feng asked calmly:
"Instructor, since the machine is broken, how will my fist force multiplier grade be determined this time?"
The Wargod instructor finally came to his senses, as though waking from a dream.
He gave Luo Feng a complicated look.
Then he looked at the completely wrecked machine.
He took a deep breath and said:
"Luo Feng, I'll report the damage to this machine to the dojo's higher-ups exactly as it happened."
"However."
He changed tack, his tone turning serious.
"The final figure of 12.8 displayed on the screen."
"Can only be considered false data caused by a machine malfunction. It can't be counted as your actual result."
Hearing this, Luo Feng frowned slightly.
The Wargod instructor sighed and continued to explain:
"After all, you're only a newcomer who just enrolled."
"You should know that, across the whole world, even if Earth's strongest fighter, Hong, and its second strongest, Thunder God, came here."
"They absolutely couldn't produce a force multiplier of 12.8!"
"If the dojo counted this outrageous figure as your actual result."
"Not only would it fail to convince everyone, but it would also provoke strong dissatisfaction and protests from every other trainee in the Training Camp."
"I hope you can understand."
Luo Feng's expression darkened at once.
A clear trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes.
This was his actual result, earned through hard training day and night and produced with all his strength.
And in the end, just because it was beyond these people's understanding, it didn't count?
Besides, Luo Feng knew full well.
The Training Camp had rules.
As long as his fist force multiplier grade reached level 6.
He could receive exceptionally generous resource rewards, such as the incomparably precious Dragon Blood.
What he lacked most right now was resources.
How could he give up so easily just because they said it wouldn't convince everyone?
"Instructor, I don't care what anyone else thinks, or how outrageous this figure seems to you."
Luo Feng stood tall and looked the Wargod instructor straight in the eye.
His tone was firm, without the slightest hint of backing down.
"All I know is that I produced it with my own strength."
"I need the dojo to give me a reasonable explanation and a fair result."
"Also, I won't accept a single bit less of the resource rewards that come with a force multiplier grade above level 6."
Luo Feng was brimming with confidence.
His horizons were no longer confined to this tiny Earth.
With Teacher Lin Mo as his strongest backing, he possessed power far beyond Earth's civilization.
If it really came down to a head-on clash.
Never mind a single Wargod instructor.
Even if all the lofty Planetary Level martial artists on Earth joined forces, Luo Feng wouldn't fear them in the slightest!
At worst, he'd flip the table!
Sensing Luo Feng's forceful and domineering thoughts.
Lin Mo let out a hearty laugh from within his sea of consciousness.
"Hahaha, good lad!"
Lin Mo's tone was full of undisguised relief and admiration.
"You've finally seen the light. You did very well there!"
"The path of a martial artist is like rowing against the current. When it's time to fight for something, you must fight!"
"Why should you alone suffer a loss just to spare the feelings of the mediocre majority?"
"Don't be afraid. Go ahead and fight for it! With me here, there's no one on this Earth who can make you suffer an injustice!"
Outside, listening to Luo Feng's resounding, unyielding words.
The Wargod instructor's face was full of helplessness, and a bead of cold sweat even appeared on his forehead.
He knew just how terrifying the potential of the young man before him was.
He also understood that he simply couldn't make the decision himself.
He could only do his utmost to calm Luo Feng down:
"Luo Feng, don't get worked up."
"I understand your demands completely. I'll report this matter as quickly as possible."
"Along with the wrecked machine, to the very top of the dojo."
To keep Luo Feng calm, the instructor hurriedly added:
"Haven't you yet to challenge the Trial Tower?"
"Why not go challenge the tower first? By the time you come out of the Trial Tower, the higher-ups should have a decision."
"Rest assured, the Dojo of Limits has always been fair with rewards and punishments. It would never shortchange any capable trainee!"
Hearing those somewhat perfunctory, diplomatic words.
Much of Luo Feng's anger dissipated.
He calmed down as well.
He knew that the Wargod before him was merely an instructor responsible for recording results and managing things.
He had no authority to resolve an unexpected incident that broke with convention.
Continuing to argue with him here would only waste Luo Feng's precious cultivation time.
"All right, I'll wait for the dojo's response."
Luo Feng tossed out those words indifferently.
He turned and left the testing room, heading straight for the ninth floor of the Nine-Story Tower.
Before long, Luo Feng arrived at the ninth floor of the Nine-Story Tower.
The end of the month was approaching, and the Black Dragon Ranking was about to be finalized.
Quite a few trainees had gathered outside the trial room on the ninth floor.
Everyone was waiting in line to enter the virtual space.
They were trying to make one last push at the final moment and secure a better ranking.
Luo Feng's arrival instantly drew the attention of many people present.
One of the Huaxia trainees in the crowd couldn't help asking:
"Luo Feng? How come you have time to come to the Nine-Story Tower? What are you here for?"
Luo Feng stopped and calmly uttered a few words.
"To challenge the Trial Tower."
As soon as the words left his mouth, the previously somewhat noisy corridor fell deathly silent.
Immediately afterward came a chorus of sharp intakes of breath, perfectly in unison.
Everyone stared at Luo Feng as though he were a monster, their eyes full of disbelief.
Luo Feng hadn't challenged the Trial Tower this month?
Didn't that mean his Trial Tower level was still just the basic level of 1?
A newcomer with a Trial Tower level of 1.
Relying solely on the basic points earned by hunting monsters in the Wilderness Zone.
Had fought his way into the top ten of the Black Dragon Ranking?
How many monsters had he killed?
Just how terrifyingly efficient was his hunting?
At that moment, the way everyone looked at Luo Feng changed completely.
If anyone had previously been jealous or suspicious of his ranking.
Now, all that remained was deep admiration and astonishment.