Shocked Wu Tong

In the entire martial arts hall, the sound of Wang Yi's fist striking the target slowly faded away.

When everyone saw the astonishing number—

Hoo!

The group of warriors sitting on the sofa immediately sat up straight, halfway rising from their seats.

Their eyes were filled with shock as they stared at the screen displaying the number.

Are you kidding me?

3781 kg!?

If a trained martial artist had delivered that punch, no one would have been surprised.

But Wang Yi was only an eighteen-year-old newcomer, taking the quasi-martial artist exam for the first time!

What kind of monster is he?

"Is there something wrong with the machine?" a warrior blurted out, voicing the thoughts of many. Everyone turned their eyes to Wu Tong, the chief instructor standing next to the machine.

Wu Tong suppressed the shock in his own eyes and took a deep breath.

He glanced at the machine but didn't inspect it further. Instead, he solemnly addressed the handsome young man standing before him.

"Try again," Wu Tong said, his tone betraying a hint of excitement and anticipation.

Without hesitation, Wang Yi threw another punch.

Peng!!

The thunderous sound echoed throughout the vast martial arts hall, striking at the hearts of everyone present. They couldn't help but shudder.

The number on the screen displayed: "3698 kg."

A ripple of pure joy spread across Wu Tong's face, and he couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Who was Wu Tong? With his keen eyes, he could easily judge that Wang Yi's first punch had definitely surpassed 3,000 kg without needing the machine's confirmation. He had asked for a second punch just to be sure of the accuracy.

"There's nothing wrong with the machine, and you're definitely not mistaken. You've passed the strength test!" Wu Tong declared, filled with delight.

He hadn't expected to find such talent in this quasi-martial artist examination.

No, Wang Yi was more than just talent...

But before proceeding, there was something Wu Tong needed to confirm.

"Wang Yi, tell me, have you ever practiced the genetic power cultivation method or the guiding technique?" Wu Tong asked with great seriousness.

If Wang Yi had been practicing genetic cultivation techniques, it would make him impressive, but not extraordinary. There were other means too, like special genetic medicines, but those could easily be verified. Wu Tong was confident that Wang Yi wasn't foolish enough to use such methods.

And besides, those genetic medicines were expensive, inaccessible to ordinary people.

But if Wang Yi hadn't trained with any special methods, and he still managed to achieve a punch strength of 3,700 kg at only eighteen years old, then he was indeed an exceptionally rare genius.

"No," Wang Yi answered firmly.

Wu Tong stared into Wang Yi's clear, unwavering eyes for a long time, and then slowly nodded.

With his experience, Wu Tong could tell that Wang Yi wasn't lying.

Joy began to flood his mind, spreading like waves.

It was like discovering a hidden treasure!

For Wu Tong, Wang Yi was indeed a rare find.

At just eighteen years old, without having practiced any advanced genetic cultivation techniques, Wang Yi was able to punch with the strength of 3,700 kg! What kind of potential was this? The more Wu Tong thought about it, the dizzier his mind became.

He remembered the stories about young geniuses who were recruited into elite training camps, stories told by his superiors, including the president of the Jiangnan Base City General Martial Arts Hall.

Normally, within the Jiangnan Base City, two or three individuals would be selected for the 'Basic Training Camp' from the Extreme Martial Arts Hall each year. But as for the 'Elite Training Camp,' typically, only one individual would be chosen every five years!

And Wang Yi clearly had the potential to qualify for that.

However, such decisions weren't up to Wu Tong. Even the president of the Jiangnan Base City Martial Arts Hall couldn't make the final decision. It had to be submitted to headquarters for approval.

The only thing Wu Tong regretted was that Wang Yi wasn't from Yangzhou City but instead came from Jiujiang City. He wasn't a talent homegrown in Yangzhou.

"Why is Jiujiang City so incompetent, letting a genius like Wang Yi come to Yangzhou for the quasi-martial artist exam?" Wu Tong wondered. But as soon as he glanced at the glowing numbers on the screen, he dismissed his doubts. "It doesn't matter. Since Wang Yi came to Yangzhou for his exam, his results belong to Yangzhou. Hmph, even if Jiujiang City comes knocking in the future, they won't have anything to say."

"Wang Yi chose to come to Yangzhou on his own," Wu Tong reassured himself, his mind swirling with thoughts.

Meanwhile, the martial arts hall remained quiet.

Everyone was still in shock, staring at the numbers on the punch strength testing machine.

"Clap… clap…"

Wu Tong clapped his hands twice, bringing everyone back to their senses.

Smiling, Wu Tong said, "Wang Yi, you've passed. You can go take a break. If you're tired, you can sit in the rest area, but don't wander off. We'll be starting the next test soon."

The rest area was where the group of extreme martial artists sat on sofas.

Since Wang Yi hadn't completed the entire test yet, he didn't receive the same treatment as the others.

Wang Yi glanced at the group of warriors, whose eyes now seemed to want to scrutinize him inside and out. He shook his head.

"No, I'll just stand," he said, returning to his original spot.

Those who had come to take the quasi-martial artist exam alongside him stared at Wang Yi with shocked, curious, and amazed expressions, as if they were looking at a monster.

Yunxue, standing beside him, had been watching for a while. Now, seeing Wang Yi return, she couldn't help but ask, "How did you do that? Are you really only 18 years old?"

She wasn't even thinking about how they were both human—just a few years apart—but the gap was so wide.

3700 kg compared to her 1100 kg... it was an impossible difference.

Wang Yi pondered for a moment, then said with a serious expression, "Maybe it's because I'm a genius?"

"..."

Yunxue was speechless and continued munching on her snacks.

After Wang Yi's impressive performance, the subsequent tests seemed dull in comparison.

Wu Tong, half-heartedly but thoroughly, tested the remaining eight participants.

In the end, ten people passed the strength test, and two failed.

The next round of testing was the speed assessment.

Wu Tong walked over to the speed testing machine, turned it on, then turned to Wang Yi with a smile.

Everyone's eyes once again focused on Wang Yi.

"Wang Yi, you're up first," Wu Tong said, still smiling.

With Wang Yi's strength, there was no doubt he would pass the speed test.

But Wu Tong was eager to gather more information about this remarkable boy, so he wanted him to go first.

Calmly, Wang Yi stepped up to the speed test track.

The track was only 100 meters long. All Wang Yi had to do was run across it.

"Huh!"

In a flash, Wang Yi darted forward like a cheetah, crossing the track in the blink of an eye.

"Swish!"

Wang Yi came to an abrupt halt, his shoes sliding slightly across the floor, leaving a sharp friction sound.

Wu Tong looked at the machine's screen, which displayed the number: "58.2 m/s."

"Excellent! You've passed!" Wu Tong said, pleased.

Wang Yi took note of the number. He knew that as warriors' physical strength increased, they were divided into levels. The lowest level was the warrior level, which had three ranks: junior warrior, intermediate warrior, and advanced warrior.

Generally, a punch strength of 4,000 kg was the threshold for a senior warrior.

As for speed, 60 m/s was the baseline for an advanced warrior.

With his 3,700 kg punch strength and speed of 58.2 m/s, Wang Yi's physical abilities were already close to that of a senior warrior.

Even though the others had anticipated such results, witnessing it firsthand left them in awe.