Online game: Basic attacks increase strength; the greater the power, the more powerful it is!

After paying the membership fee, Junheng added his basic information.

After that, the girl led Junheng to the testing room.

The testing room was also on the third floor, about 200 square meters, right next to the open class for members of Ruan Tiangang and Ruan Tianheng.

The ground is covered with professional shock-absorbing mats, and various testing instruments are hung on the surrounding walls.

The coach in charge of the assessment was a man in his early thirties.

He was fit and strong, wearing a black training uniform with the Ruan Family Martial Arts School emblem embroidered on his chest.

He glanced at Jun Heng, his gaze carrying a professional scrutiny.

Besides Junheng, five other members also participated in the assessment.

Their purpose was basically the same as Junheng's: to watch Ruan Tiangang and Ruan Tianheng's open classes.

After all, a single word of advice from a master is enough to benefit an ordinary martial arts practitioner for a lifetime.

They lined up, each one eager and ready to try.

"Everyone, you should all be familiar with the assessment content."

"Speed ​​test: 50-meter sprint, under 5.5 seconds is considered passing."

"The strength test involves hitting a force gauge; a result of 250 kilograms or more is considered passing."

"Let's start with a speed test, who wants to go first?"

The coach took out a stopwatch and looked at the six players from Junheng.

To be honest, it's impossible to meet this assessment standard without professional and rigorous training.

But these students who could afford to pay 500,000 yuan in membership fees clearly had complete confidence in themselves.

"I'll go first!"

The young man who was first in line couldn't wait to step forward; he was a young man in his early twenties.

He was dressed in designer sportswear and wore limited-edition running shoes.

He crouched down at the starting line, assumed the standard sprinting posture, and took a deep breath.

"Ready! Go!"

The coach raised his hand.

Whoosh!

The young man shot out like an arrow, his legs exploding with speed and his arms swinging powerfully.

In just a few blinks, his figure swept past the finish line fifty meters away.

The coach pressed the timer, glanced down at it, and nodded slightly: "5.2 seconds, pass."

"Yeah!" The young man excitedly pumped his fist, his face beaming with pride.

Next, the second, the third, the fourth...

考生们陆续上场，成绩分别是5.4秒、5.8秒、5.6秒、5.3秒、5.7秒。

Three people passed, and two people failed.

The two who failed the test dejectedly stepped aside, while the qualified trainees continued to warm up, preparing for the next strength test.

"The last one."

At this moment, the coach's gaze fell on Jun Heng, his tone indifferent.

Junheng nodded and walked to the starting line.

Unlike the others, he didn't crouch down and assume the standard starting position.

Instead, he just stood there casually, with his feet naturally apart at shoulder width and his body slightly leaning forward.

Several trainees who had passed the test looked at Junheng's preparations and couldn't help but smile with disdain.

"Is this guy trying to be funny? He can't even do a proper starting stance?"

"I guess he's some nouveau riche kid who thinks money can get him through the test."

"Just wait and see how they make a fool of themselves."

The coach frowned, but out of professionalism, he didn't say anything, he just raised his hand.

"Ready! Go!"

The moment the words left his mouth, Jun Heng moved.

There were no fancy starting maneuvers or exaggerated arm swings.

Yes, it was the unparalleled power that erupted from his legs.

boom!

With a deafening roar, a blur of motion swept past the starting line!

Everyone present, including the coach, only felt a blur before their eyes.

The next second, Junheng was already standing at the finish line fifty meters away.

The entire testing room fell into a deathly silence.

Those students who were just mocking Jun Heng now had their mouths agape, wide enough to fit an egg.

The coach took a full breath before remembering to press the stopwatch.

He glanced down at the time, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

"2.3 seconds..."

His voice trembled slightly; this was a result he had delayed pressing for a breath.

How many seconds does it take to take one breath?

1 seconds? 2 seconds?

He didn't know, except for one thing.

The speed that Jun Heng just displayed is absolutely beyond the capabilities of a non-human being.

"Sir, I hesitated a moment when I was timing you. Would you like to retest?"

The coach took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

He has been in the industry for over a decade and has seen many exceptionally talented young people.

He had even seen the cultivation achievements of the direct descendants of the Ruan family, but he had never seen such a terrifying speed.

That wasn't running anymore, it was... teleportation!

"No need, let's move on to the next item."

Jun Heng remained calm, as if his astonishing performance just now was nothing out of the ordinary.

But he secretly pondered that the burst of speed just now had far exceeded the comprehension of ordinary people.

It seems that the feedback from the power in the game is stronger than he expected.

Therefore, in order to reduce unnecessary trouble, Junheng plans to hold back a bit during the next strength test.

The coach opened his mouth, wanting to persuade him.

But seeing Jun Heng's calm gaze, she ultimately swallowed her words.

He turned and walked toward the force gauge, a professional device fixed to the wall.

The surface is covered with a thick cushioning pad, which connects to a sophisticated sensor.

"Strength test: Hit the force gauge with full force; 250 kg is acceptable."

The coach patted the surface of the force gauge, producing a dull sound.

"Who wants to go first?"

The three students who had just passed the speed test were now looking at Jun Heng with completely different eyes.

That contempt and disdain had long since vanished, replaced by awe and curiosity.

"I'll go first."

The young man who passed the speed test first volunteered again and went to the force measuring device.

He took a deep breath, steadied himself in a horse stance, and used his waist to generate power, his right fist blasting out like a cannonball!

Bang!

The force gauge emitted a muffled thud, and the numbers on the display screen jumped rapidly before finally settling at 287 kilograms.

"Pass." The coach nodded and put a checkmark on the record sheet.

Next, the other two trainees also took the test in turn.

The results were 263 kg and 271 kg respectively, both barely passing.

Finally, everyone's eyes fell on Jun Heng.

The coach also looked at him, his tone carrying a hint of expectation.

"Sir, it's your turn."

Junheng walked up to the force measuring device and calmly examined the sophisticated instrument.

He didn't do the horse stance to build up his strength like the others, nor did he take deep breaths to adjust his state.

He simply stood casually in front of the force gauge, slowly clenching his right fist.

Then, he casually threw a punch.

There was no power accumulation, no power generation techniques, and not even waist twisting.

It was just a simple punch, unpretentious and unadorned.

boom!!!

A deafening explosion ripped through the entire testing room!

On the force gauge's display screen, the numbers jumped wildly, finally settling on a number that left everyone speechless.

1086 kg!