One punch!

"Wu Tong is in charge." Wang Yi and the eleven other participants in the martial arts assessment followed the middle-aged man in the training suit into the elevator. As he pressed the button for the 6th floor, Wang Yi thought to himself.

There are 12 Extreme Martial Arts Centers in Yangzhou City, all part of the Xtreme Club.

Each district's center is overseen by an 'instructor,' while the main Xtreme Hall's leader is called the 'Chief Instructor.' In the broader region of Jiangnan Base City, which is divided into the central city and the surrounding eight satellite cities (Yangzhou being one), the Jiangnan Extreme Martial Arts Headquarters is managed by the president and three supervisors.

"Ding!" The elevator stopped on the sixth floor, and the middle-aged man led the group out.

The sixth floor was a huge martial arts hall, where a dozen warriors were chatting. They quieted down upon seeing the middle-aged man approach with the group.

"Alright, everyone's here. Let's get the test started," said a middle-aged man with loose, long hair. Wang Yi recognized him as Wu Tong, the Chief Instructor of the Extreme Hall in Yangzhou City.

The middle-aged man collected everyone's ID cards and handed them to Wu Tong. "Chief, there are twelve candidates today," he said with a smile.

"That's quite a number." Wu Tong smiled as he picked up an ID and swiped it on a nearby device.

"Beep!"

A translucent screen popped up from the device, displaying the candidate's personal information.

Wang Yi observed the screen. Although he had lived in this world for eighteen years, advanced technology like this was still rare. High-tech innovations were typically reserved for government institutions and powerful organizations like the Extreme Martial Arts Hall.

Thanks to the support of "Hong," the strongest man on Earth, Extreme Martial Arts Halls had access to the relics of ancient civilizations and technology such as advanced AI, and even the virtual space called the "War God Palace."

"We'll begin with the first test: the punch strength test," Wu Tong announced. "You should all be familiar with the rules, so I won't repeat them. First up, Qin Mo."

A young man with a fashionable haircut, whom Wang Yi had noticed earlier, stepped forward.

"Go ahead," said Wu Tong.

"Yes, sir," Qin Mo responded as he approached the punch strength machine. He took a deep breath, clenched his fist, pulled his arm back, and punched the target. The machine quivered slightly before displaying a result.

"901 kg."

Qin Mo swallowed nervously and wiped non-existent sweat from his forehead. The punch strength test only allowed for one attempt, and no allowances were made for a bad performance. Xtreme Martial Arts Hall's standards were strict, and their test results were respected worldwide.

Wu Tong gave Qin Mo a brief nod. "Good. You pass."

"Next up, Ma Fei."

A bald, muscular young man with a strong physique stepped forward, grinning. He threw a powerful punch.

"Peng!"

The machine shook, and a number appeared: "1028 kg."

Wu Tong's eyebrows rose with approval. "Pass. Next, Yunxue."

The tall and graceful Yunxue walked up confidently, drawing everyone's attention. Female warriors were rare, and among the twelve candidates today, Yunxue was the only woman.

With her youthful beauty and well-proportioned figure, she stood out. When she punched the target, her movement was just as powerful as Ma Fei's. As her body shifted forward with the punch, her clothes highlighted her athletic curves.

Wang Yi couldn't help but notice her striking form and the posture she held as she punched, though he kept his thoughts to himself.

"1033 kg."

This result left everyone a bit surprised. Though not extraordinary, it was still better than Qin Mo's. Qin Mo himself looked less pleased.

Wu Tong smiled. "Pass. Next, Wang Yi."

Wu Tong casually swiped Wang Yi's ID, then did a double take. "Hmm? Eighteen years old? From Jiujiang City? Interesting."

The others in the room turned their heads, surprised by the mention of Wang Yi's age.

Even Yunxue blinked in astonishment. She had guessed he was young, but eighteen?

Some of the other warriors nearby began to murmur.

"Eighteen? From Jiujiang City?"

"Maybe he didn't pass the test there and came here to try his luck?"

"Or maybe he's a genius."

Among the crowd was a man named Jiang Nian, who looked at Wang Yi and thought of someone else.

"Eighteen... just like Luo Feng."

Wang Yi walked calmly to the punching machine, his face composed.

The room went silent.

Suddenly, Wang Yi's eyes sharpened, his muscles tightened, and his bones cracked faintly.

Wu Tong sensed a shift and turned to watch closely.

In an instant, Wang Yi's fist became a blur, cutting through the air with a sharp whoosh, before smashing into the target with a deafening bang.

The punch target vibrated violently, and a number flashed on the screen: "3781 kg."

The room fell into stunned silence.