Gao Wu: If this BOSS isn't nerfed, is it even playable?

Chapter 57 Testing Fist Strength Again
After the principal finished speaking and the rules were announced.

In the eight classes of the senior year, roll call and the sound of students answering their questions came one after another.

Those whose names were called were students who had performed well in the last preliminary test or were on the verge of passing this year's martial arts university entrance exam.

On Class 7's side, only a dozen or so people were called by name by Chen Meng, including Lin Ye and Li Jun.

As for the others, after the citywide mock exam soon, unless a miracle occurs, they will either be assigned to the mech unit, which has lower physical requirements, or they will have to repeat their studies and transfer to the liberal arts class.

Lin Ye's gaze swept over Class 1 and Class 2, which were at the very front of the line.

The two top-performing class teachers did not take attendance, but instead led their entire classes in a grand procession to the combat training ground on the other side of the gymnasium.

Clearly, for these top students, testing basic data such as punching power and blood circulation is already a daily routine, and there is no need to waste time on this kind of occasion.

The values ​​won't change much over a day, and besides, these values ​​are completely unimportant to them.

This naturally saves time, allowing you to move directly to the next item.

With the departure of the top students, the remaining students were integrated together, without being divided into classes, and began to take basic tests.

Because the number of participants was far less than the number in the last preliminary test.

Therefore, this test will be much faster.

In the waiting area, Lin Ye's attention was drawn to a huge electronic screen hanging directly above the venue.

On the screen, various data for the top twenty students in this competition were displayed.

His own name was ranked tenth, but the columns for punching power, blood and qi index, and life index all showed the grayed-out words "to be updated".

Lin Ye's gaze slowly moved upwards, finally settling on the three names at the very top of the list.

[NO.3 Liao Donglai, Class 1, Senior 3, Punching Power: 1266.4 kg!]

[NO.2 Zhang Yuqing, Class 1, Senior 3, Punching Power: 1445.6 kg!]

[NO.1 Jiang Feng, Class 1, Senior 3, Punching Power: 1668.5 kg!]

Of course, he wasn't the only one who made progress in just over a month.

Lin Ye clearly remembered that in the last diagnostic test, Zhang Yuqing, who ranked second in the grade, still had a punching strength test result of around 1,200 kilograms.

In such a short period of time, it has increased by nearly 200 kilograms!
Jiang Feng, whom he has never met and who holds the top spot in the entire school, has a punching power that is nearly 200 kilograms greater than the second-place student.

So, what will my test result be?

"Li Jun!"

The voice of the academic affairs teacher could be heard from the testing platform.

"To!"

Standing next to Lin Ye, Li Jun responded, turned around and gave Lin Ye a thumbs up, his signature honest smile on his face, and ran up to the stage in a few quick steps.

He took a deep breath, got into position, and slammed his fist into the punching bag!

boom!
There was a muffled sound.

The numbers on the punching bag jumped rapidly before finally settling on.

460.7 kg!

"What--?"

"Awesome!"

"You little brat, you've betrayed the revolution behind our backs too??"

A small but noticeable gasp erupted from the waiting area of ​​Class 7 below the stage.

Even Chen Meng, who was standing by with his arms crossed and supervising, couldn't help but glance at him slightly.

If he remembered correctly, this kid barely passed the last diagnostic test by stepping on the 350-kilogram red line.

Upon seeing his results, Li Jun excitedly turned around, spreading his hands out with an air of smug pride, his palms waving upwards repeatedly.

His face was full of "Praise me for being awesome" expressions.

Instead of cheers, he was met with a merciless kick from Chen Meng.

"What are you showing off for! Get down!"

"what!"

Li Jun was kicked and staggered, letting out a scream as he scrambled off the stage, eliciting a burst of laughter from the audience.

He approached Lin Ye, looking disheveled, and Lin Ye gave him a thumbs up. "You've made great progress."

Li Jun scratched the back of his head and chuckled.

"I was recently spurred on by you, so I tried a little harder."

Before the two could say anything else, the teacher on stage finally called out Lin Ye's name.

"Lin Ye!"

This time, the entire Class 7 reacted very differently.

Lin Ye stepped forward and began walking towards the stage.

"Oh—oh—oh—!"

All the students in Class 7 acted as if they had agreed beforehand.

It started like the roar of an engine, a low voice in his throat, then gradually grew louder and was shouted out.

Lin Ye was both amused and exasperated.

Chen Meng's words turned them into his cheerleading squad and atmosphere-building team.

In this hustle and bustle that belonged only to Lin Ye, the crowd automatically made way for him.

Lin Ye walked out slowly, like a rising star in the boxing world about to take the stage.

Chen Meng remained with his arms crossed, his face expressionless, simply watching silently.

But this unusual commotion successfully attracted the attention of everyone in the other classes.

Whispers spread through the crowd.

"Who's that? Making such a big fuss?"

"You don't even recognize the Demon King? Lin Ye from Class 7!"

"Holy crap! Is that the guy who single-handedly took down all five geniuses in the class?"

"I heard those five are still recovering at home! That guy was ruthless!"

……

Ignoring the surrounding chatter, Lin Ye walked onto the testing platform and stood before the cold punching target.

He nodded to the teacher who was in charge of recording on the sidelines.

His mind was completely clear.

In his imagination, the punching target in front of him gradually transformed into a training dummy made of high-strength alloy.

This week, he practiced the spear intent of Piercing Clouds and Breaking Army, which allowed him to enter a completely new realm of control over his own power.

How similar it is to throw a punch and to draw a gun.

When you exert force, make it penetrate!
You must concentrate all your energy and spirit into one rope and unleash it without reservation from a single point!
Lin Ye slowly raised his right arm, clenched his fists, and his knuckles made a slight popping sound.

His entire aura underwent a subtle change at that moment.

Lin Ye did not extend his right fist stance too far.

He simply stood there, using the most suitable and convenient method to raise his arm, twist his waist, and complete the power gathering.

There was no deliberate attempt to lengthen the trajectory of the punch.

But this seemingly ordinary punch, in an instant, broke through a certain threshold in speed!
The air in front of the fist was compressed to the extreme, producing a sharp and ear-piercing explosion!

That wasn't the sound of a fist whistling through the air.

Instead, it was a crisp, explosive sound, as if space itself was being torn apart!
Amidst countless astonished gazes, Lin Ye's fist transformed into an extremely swift black afterimage, impossible to detect with the naked eye, and slammed directly into the cold punching bag.

Chen Meng, who was standing to the side, suddenly narrowed his eyes.

He noticed it.

Lin Ye used the techniques he learned from shooting when he threw this punch.

And the fusion was absolutely perfect.

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(End of this chapter)