Zhang Yuqing let out a long breath and slowly stepped down from the punching-force target.
On the screen of her machine, an even more exaggerated, even more shocking number was displayed in stark clarity.
【1.269 tons】
A genius, in the end, was still a genius.
Even the unit of measurement had changed.
With an indisputable number, she once again declared to everyone her dominant status as one of the top three students in Dongjiang No. 1 High School’s year.
Lin Ye felt not the slightest discouragement or jealousy.
He knew very clearly that there was still a gap between him and these geniuses who had grown up with excellent family conditions and worked hard themselves.
But the gap that had once been as unreachable as a heavenly chasm was now shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The proctor who had looked so stern earlier now looked at Lin Ye’s second result with a complicated expression and officially entered it into the exam record.
He stepped forward, his attitude clearly much softer, and could not help asking curiously, “Student, have you… made some major breakthrough in your level of fist techniques?”
In his view, it was very difficult for a martial artist’s basic strength to undergo a qualitative change in a short period of time. The only reasonable explanation was that Lin Ye had experienced an enlightenment-like leap in his force-generating technique—in other words, his understanding of martial skills.
Before Lin Ye could answer, Chen Meng had already pulled him back behind himself like a wall.
At the same time, he turned his head and glared fiercely at the proctor. “What the hell does that have to do with you?”
After saying that, he ignored the proctor, who stood awkwardly frozen in place, and directly led Lin Ye back to Class Seven’s line.
Only Chen Meng himself knew best that Lin Ye’s fist techniques could at most be considered proper and ordinary.
This kid trained with the staff!
If today’s punching-force test had been changed to allow weapons for the power assessment,
Chen Meng had no doubt that the result Lin Ye produced in the end would be even more exaggerated than now.
The first item, the punching-force test, quickly ended. Without any break in between, the second test immediately began.
The second test was the martial arts foundation test, which used precision sensing instruments to detect students’ qi-blood index and life index.
Compared to punching force, which could be improved through technique and short-term explosive output, these two data points more directly reflected a martial artist’s foundation, reserves, and future potential.
They were also the most important assessment indicators.
The venue was changed, and the equipment was set in place.
Because the testing instruments were limited, the second assessment was conducted with the entire senior year of Dongjiang No. 1 High School testing together.
“Li Jun!”
“Here!”
“Come up for testing!”
Li Jun’s name was actually called first.
It startled him so much that he jolted.
Amid the good-natured teasing and cheers from everyone in Class Seven, he took a deep breath and, filled with anxiety, entered the qi-blood testing chamber.
Several dozen seconds passed, and his test results appeared on the light screen.
“Senior Year Class Seven, Li Jun. Qi-blood index: 13.01. Life index: 10.50. Overall evaluation: Pass!”
When Li Jun walked out of the qi-blood testing chamber, his face carried an uncontrollable ecstasy, as if he had survived a disaster.
At a glance, he saw Lin Ye watching him from the crowd. Excited, he raised his arm high and made a big “yeah” gesture.
Several Class Seven students standing in the front row all looked over.
“Holy crap, what kind of chosen-one physique is this? No matter what you do, you always scrape past right on the line!”
“Damn, that’s a limit-clear run. I’m jealous!”
In Class Seven’s line, a burst of heartfelt, good-natured laughter immediately broke out.
Only Chen Meng still kept a stern face as he looked at the smug Li Jun.
He scolded in a deep voice, “You only just passed the line. What is there to be proud of? You seem very pleased with yourself?”
Li Jun’s neck shrank abruptly. The smile on his face froze instantly, and he immediately cowered.
His comical appearance once again triggered an even louder burst of laughter from the surrounding students.
Because of this, the originally tense and chilling atmosphere at the testing site eased quite a bit.
Although Class Seven’s overall results had long remained in the lower-middle range of the year, the atmosphere within the class was united and harmonious, far better than those elite classes where competition was so intense it was almost cruel.
As the testing gradually proceeded,
one qualified or unqualified result after another appeared.
This time, Zhang Yuqing’s name was called by the broadcast before Lin Ye’s.
When she walked toward the sensing chamber, she attracted almost everyone’s gaze.
Very soon, her test results appeared on the large screen. Every number was like a heavy hammer, striking hard at everyone’s heart and instantly igniting the entire venue!
“Senior Year Class One, Zhang Yuqing. Qi-blood index: 52.12. Life index: 19.07. Overall evaluation: Excellent!”
As the announcement fell,
heated discussions erupted in the crowd.
“What an exaggerated value! Too terrifying!”
“Her qi-blood index is already over 52! My God, as long as the qi-blood index reaches 60 and she passes the official martial artist certification assessment, she’ll count as a first-rank martial artist!”
“She’s actually already not far from becoming a true official martial artist!”
“A life index of 19.07… That talent is practically monster-level!”
“Isn’t it just because she has a good father? I heard her father…”
“Shh, shh, shh! She’s coming out. If she hears you, you’re done for!”
Just as Zhang Yuqing slowly walked out of the testing chamber, feeling countless gazes filled with fervor, envy, awe, and even jealousy falling on her from all around,
her eyes subconsciously swept across the noisy crowd. In the end, they landed precisely on that calm figure in Class Seven’s line.
This was the first time Zhang Yuqing clearly learned that the mysterious king of grinders who had been working even harder than her in the gravity room every dawn, bringing her tremendous pressure,
was actually from Class Seven, an ordinary martial science class.
At the same time, through the information clearly displayed on the large screen, Lin Ye also learned Zhang Yuqing’s name and class.
He had long guessed that Zhang Yuqing should be a top student from Class One, the sort of person who was truly at the center of attention. But he had not expected her prestige and fame in school to be this high.
“Senior Year Class Seven, Lin Ye!”
After another period of time,
the crisp electronic broadcast finally read out his name.
Lin Ye calmly walked out of the line and, under gazes that were complicated yet filled with anticipation, headed toward the sensing chamber that had just become vacant.
With his astonishing performance in the punching-force test earlier, Lin Ye now still attracted the attention of quite a few people across the entire year.
The metal chamber door slowly closed, completely cutting off the clamor outside.
The test officially began. Soft blue beams swept back and forth inside the chamber, conducting the deepest level of scan on his body.
The final result would still require a period of precise analysis before it could come out.
Chen Meng stood at the very front of the line, his arms subconsciously folded across his chest, his eyes fixed without blinking on the external display screen of the qi-blood chamber where Lin Ye was.
All of a sudden, he felt it was somewhat absurd.
He had led many graduating senior classes and had experienced countless major and minor exams.
But why, at this particular moment, would he feel a long-lost trace of nervousness because of the results of an ordinary student in his own class?