Flood Apocalypse: Starting with a God-Tier Fishing Rod

the other side.

The person in charge of testing stared at the fist mark, frantically ticking off items on the form in his hand, his eyelids twitching for a full half minute.

He swallowed hard, his voice dry: "Grade B, Dongdao resident! Zhao Meng, strength test... 8 points!!!"

Zhao Meng shook his slightly reddened knuckles, his brows furrowing.

"Only eight points? Are you kidding me?"

The person in charge smiled apologetically: "Brother Zhao, there's nothing we can do! That's the rule. Only A-levels are eligible for a perfect score of 10. Yours is already the ceiling for B-level!"

He's in a really difficult position.

After all, the higher the score, the better the diving equipment.

The problem is that there aren't many good sets of equipment, so there are only a few spots for high scores. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't give out more points.

"Pooh!"

Zhao Meng spat a mouthful of phlegm on the ground, looking utterly disgusted: "What kind of lousy rules are these? Once I've racked up enough points this time, the first thing I'll do is try to advance to Rank A."

After saying that, he crossed his arms unhappily and walked to the side, staring at the people behind him like a supervisor.

"Ahem! Next up, Zhou Libo, the C-level vagrant..."

Next, the people ahead of Lu Fan took turns to take the test.

These refugees dared not use their strength; when they punched the alloy plate, it was just a loud thud.

Forget about leaving a mark, just not breaking your hand is a sign of good fortune!

The scores were all 1 or 2 points, and the occasional 3 points would draw envious glances.

Zhao Meng shook his head as he watched, then pulled a crumpled cigarette from his pocket, which several guards immediately lit for him.

"A bunch of useless vagrants!"

He exhaled a puff of smoke. "You think you can go into the water and fish for gold like this? Don't end up dying down there and wasting your equipment!"

"Brother Zhao is right, compared to you it's like a firefly compared to the moon!" Several defense soldiers quickly chimed in, "By the way, I heard that the Lei family of West Island issued an S-level mission yesterday, saying they need to go to the deep water area to find something?"

Zhao Meng paused, a flicker of unease crossing his eyes.

"I heard! They're going to dive 500 meters... Tsk! It's like going to the gates of hell. I haven't lived enough yet; that kind of money, you might earn it but not live to spend it!"

As they were speaking, the person in charge's voice rang out again.

"Next! A C-level refugee, Lu Fan!"

Lu Fan stepped out from the back of the line.

All eyes immediately turned to them, some with a hint of mockery.

"Isn't this the newcomer who kicked Ma Yubo flying?"

"He doesn't look that great, not even as strong as me, maybe a point at most!"

"Yeah! I wonder what good things Du Wei got this time, that he got special treatment!"

A group of people were chattering away.

Lu Fan ignored him.

He walked to the alloy plate, stretched his neck a bit, and did a few warm-up exercises.

Zhao Meng glanced at him sideways, a cold smile playing on his lips: "Your posture is quite standard, but don't use too much force and break your elbow."

Under the watchful eyes of everyone.

Lu Fan took a deep breath, his eyes instantly turning cold.

He suddenly took a half step back with his left foot, gripping the ground firmly with his sole.

With a sudden twist of his spine, the power surged from his feet to his waist and abdomen, finally converging in his right fist.

The instant the attack was made.

call out!

The fist tore through the air, producing a sharp, explosive sound.

rumble!!

A deliberate, powerful punch was thrown, as if a thunderclap had risen from the ground.

Countless tiny metal shards exploded like shrapnel, hitting the opposite concrete wall and carving out a dense network of small pits.

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone gaped in astonishment.

He didn't even notice when the cigarette in Zhao Meng's hand fell onto his pants and burned a hole in them.

He stared intently at the alloy plate, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

The alloy steel plate, which was originally two fingers thick, now has a large, clear hole right in the middle!

The edges are curled and the cross-section is charred.

It's been breached?!

How is that possible?

Even with his full-force attack, he only left a mark half an inch deep!

The person in charge of the test adjusted his askew glasses, and after a long pause, he finally came to his senses: "Ten...ten points!"

Whoosh—!

The crowd erupted in chaos.

The person scanning the code and Sister Qin, who was in charge of registration at the door, were both terrified by the noise Lu Fan made, and their expressions were filled with fear.

This kid's a mutant too!?

And he's an even more terrifying power-type mutant than Zhao Meng?!

This is terrible...

Lu Fan withdrew his hand, shook off the iron filings on the back of his hand, and calmly turned to walk back.

Zhang Xiaomin's face flushed with excitement as she whispered, "Lu Fan! You're amazing! I only got 5 points, and you got a perfect score!"

"Basic operation, don't be silly!"

Just as Lu Fan was about to put on a calm front, a loud shout suddenly came from the side.

"Wait!!"

Zhao Meng rushed over, pointing at the large hole, his face flushed: "Something's wrong! Absolutely wrong! Even an A-grade steel plate might not be able to penetrate this alloy plate, how could a newly arrived refugee possibly do it?"

He leaned closer to the steel plate, examined it carefully, and suddenly pointed at the hole and shouted:

"I knew it! Look at the location of this hole!"

Everyone crowded around to take a look.

On the edge of that large hole, the outline of the fist mark left by Zhao Meng can still be vaguely seen.

"I knew it!"

Zhao Meng sneered and shouted, "He's using a trick! That punch landed right on the mark I left, which is why the alloy plate was fatigued and broke through!"

The person in charge wiped his sweat.

Although the reason is far-fetched, it is still somewhat plausible.

After all, it's truly terrifying that a C-level refugee could inflict damage on an A-level mutant.

"Um... Mr. Lu," the person in charge said with a troubled expression, "how about we change the location and test again? That way we can re-evaluate the scores!"

Lu Fan frowned.

Zhao Meng really looked jealous, and he wouldn't let go once he bit down!

"OK!"

Lu Fan didn't want to waste any more words and turned around to prepare to throw another punch.

Just then.

Gudong!

Lu Fan's heart clenched suddenly, as if it were being gripped tightly by a pair of large hands.

Immediately afterwards, the intense burning sensation spread throughout my body via my blood vessels.

Lu Fan's face turned deathly pale.

He looked down at his wrist and saw that the black poison lines that had faded under his skin had reappeared, twisting and writhing like living things.

"cough!!"

A mouthful of dark red blood spurted out.

"Lu Fan!" Zhang Xiaomin screamed in fright and quickly supported the swaying Lu Fan.

Lu Fan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stared intently at his wrist.

The toxin has disappeared again.

What happened?

Didn't Ao Feng say that the poison was sealed for three months?

Why did the seal suddenly loosen for a moment?

A terrible premonition welled up inside me.

Lu Fan subconsciously looked up, his gaze passing through the high windows of the stadium and towards the main island of Xihuan Mountain.

There seemed to be a strange magnetic field fluctuation there, interfering with the seal within his body.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Seeing this, Zhao Meng burst into wild laughter: "See that? This is what you call showing off and getting struck by lightning! Trying to act tough by pretending to be a strongman, only to suffer a backlash and vomit blood, right?"

Even the person in charge was a little unsure.

He vomited blood after delivering a single punch; his physical condition is indeed a bit worrying.

"And this score..."

"I think 3 points is the absolute maximum!"

Zhao Meng interrupted, his face full of disdain, "With that sickly physique, he'd be better off feeding the fish in the water! Giving him a high score would be doing him a disservice!"

"You're talking nonsense! Lu Fan clearly..." Zhang Xiaomin was so angry that she was about to rush up and argue.

"Alright!"

Lu Fan grabbed Zhang Xiaomin: "Three points it is, I accept it!"

The wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy it.

Now that I'm experiencing health problems, keeping a low profile is actually safer.

The person in charge breathed a sigh of relief and went along with it: "Alright, Lu Fan, the C-level refugee, is ultimately rated 3 points! We'll issue diving equipment according to the lowest standard!"

Zhao Meng gave a smug snort.

Luckily, I was quick-witted.

If this kid gets a perfect score, he'll take away most of the special treatment he received during the water trip.

On this island of the East, no one but Marseille can outdo him!

"Then let's meet at the East Island gate at six o'clock in the morning, three days from now!"

The person in charge closed the notebook. "Dismissed! The refugees, led by the defense forces, shall leave the island in an orderly manner!"

The crowd dispersed.

As Zhao Meng passed by Lu Fan, he deliberately slowed his pace, his eyes filled with malice.

"Kid, remember who you are! Don't take on a job you're not qualified for. If you end up underwater, nobody's going to collect your corpse!"

After saying that, he strode away, walking with the force of a gust of wind.

Lu Fan stared at his retreating figure with icy eyes.

Zhao Mengfu, right?

I hope you're not crying and begging me from underwater!

He rubbed his chest, which was still throbbing slightly, and turned to Zhang Xiaomin, saying, "Let's go too."

Anyway, there are still three days left.

This is a good opportunity to upgrade the god-level fishing rod to level two.

He also needs to find some help.

The Western Huan Mountain is strictly ordered, and the strongest individuals are unknown; one has no advantage in a one-on-one fight.

Ideally, we should establish our own power base and take control of the intelligence network!

As soon as the two left the island and returned to the refugee slum, they saw a crowd gathered around watching the spectacle.

The two went over to take a look and realized that something was wrong.

"Xiaomin, something bad has probably happened to your family!"