Supreme Martial Venerable: Starting with the White Ape Cloak Hammer skill point allocation

"Yuanzi, you can do it!"

Cheng Jiuhe said to Zhou Yuan.

Zhou Yuan smiled back and slowly walked to the row of bronze tripods.

"You have three chances to lift the tripod above your head and hold it for ten breaths to be considered successful."

The clerk in charge of compiling the results said casually.

"Senior Brother Cheng, do you think Zhou Yuan can lift several hundred pounds?"

He Yuguang rubbed his slightly sore arm and leaned close to Cheng Jiuhe, asking in a low voice.

"Yuanzi is different from us. He's used to working as a blacksmith, so he's very strong..."

Cheng Jiuhe said casually.

"hehe."

Luo Rongrong let out a mocking laugh, "Senior Brother Cheng, you are also a martial artist, how could you say such a laughable thing?"

Is the strength of a martial artist the same as the strength of a manual laborer?

That kind of deadly force is precisely what we must strive to avoid.

If brute force were effective, then those who studied martial arts in high school should be dockworkers carrying heavy loads on the piers.

"Results speak for themselves."

Cheng Jiuhe shrugged; he never liked arguing with women.

In the queue not far away, Qin Wu, Yuan Qingfeng, and others also gathered together.

"A mudfish in the mud wants to learn how to leap over the dragon gate? That's just wishful thinking. I don't think he can even lift 500 pounds."

Qin Wu sneered.

Yuan Qingfeng was no longer in the mood to criticize Zhou Yuan.

He had hoped to make a name for himself today, but yesterday he had been too playful and had exhausted too much energy on those two women. When he lifted the cauldron just now, he only managed to lift 800 jin.

Normally, he could have easily lifted 900 jin (450 kg).

Now, losing even one red circle could cause a drop in rankings by several places.

He knew he was different from Qin Wu. Qin Wu had a good father and a good father-in-law. As long as he could pass the exam, he was fine. So even though he could only lift 600 jin, he was still very proud of himself.

He couldn't do it. He had to achieve a good ranking in order to keep his treatment at Feiyun Martial Arts School and have any hope of marrying a rich heiress like Qin Wu and completely escaping his impoverished fate.

His gaze fell on Zhou Yuan on the stage, a flash of jealousy and hatred in his eyes.

Why is it that Zhou Yuan can win the favor of Miss Zhuo?

Loaches should stay in the mud and not come out to disgust people!

Yuan Qingfeng clenched his fists, his heart filled with murderous intent.

Just then, he heard Qin Wu's exclamation.

"What is this guy surnamed Zhou trying to do? Does he think he can lift 900 pounds?"

Yuan Qingfeng looked up and saw Zhou Yuan walk straight to the 900-pound bronze cauldron.

"Nine hundred jin?"

Yuan Qingfeng frowned. He could lift 900 jin when he was in good condition, but he was a famous genius in Gaoshan County. What was Zhou Yuan?

"Let's just be showy. He won't be able to lift it later, and he'll be exhausted. There's no point in competing in the second and third rounds."

Qin Wu sneered, "A peasant is a peasant, short-sighted and knows nothing about how to allocate his strength."

Martial arts competitions are not decided in a single match; how to rationally allocate one's strength is a profound art…”

Before Qin Wu could finish speaking, he saw Zhou Yuan place his hand on the 900-pound bronze cauldron.

"rise!"

With a loud shout, Zhou Yuan unleashed his power, his joints cracking and popping. His exposed arms, with bulging muscles and prominent veins, looked ferocious and terrifying.

He lifted the 900-pound bronze cauldron above his head in an instant.

Qin Wu's voice stopped abruptly, his eyes widened, and his mouth opened so wide it could fit a duck egg.

Yuan Qingfeng's expression also darkened.

"Haha, Junior Sister Luo, how's it going? My brother's brute strength is pretty good, isn't it?"

Cheng Jiuhe laughed heartily, feeling quite proud.

Luo Rongrong's face was ugly. She snorted coldly, "So what if he can lift 900 jin? There are still two more matches to go. He exhausted his strength as soon as he came up. How can he compete in the next two matches?"

People from his background like that just love to show off!

"Trying to be tough?"

Cheng Jiuhe chuckled twice, not arguing with her. Only he knew that Junior Brother Zhou was a rough gem, and this rough gem was destined to shine brightly today.

Take a breath.

Two breaths.

……

Zhou Yuan remained silent for several breaths before finally setting down the massive cauldron weighing nine hundred jin.

At this point, those in the audience who wanted to see Zhou Yuan make a fool of himself completely gave up. Hold on for ten breaths, and the result will be valid!

Since the start of the exam, the first person to lift 900 jin (450 kg) was actually an unknown blacksmith!

Although many top players haven't shown up yet, this news is already explosive enough.

Even the chief examiner on the platform turned his gaze over.

"Lifting 900 jin, he wins the ring—"

The clerk announced the news.

Suddenly Zhou Yuan spoke, but his voice was not loud, and the people below the stage did not hear him clearly.

But the clerk's announcement abruptly stopped, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

Just then, Zhou Yuan slowly walked up to the massive cauldron weighing a thousand catties.

"What does he want to do?"

The audience fell silent for a moment, then suddenly erupted into a chaotic murmur of discussion.

"Lifting 900 pounds is already a very good result, and he wants to try lifting 1000 pounds? Is he crazy? Wouldn't it be better to save his energy for the next two competitions?"

"I heard this person comes from a family of craftsmen, and probably no one in his family has ever taught him anything. He exhausted himself just to get one more red circle. Anyone with a little common sense wouldn't do that."

"Hey, maybe he knows he won't do well in the last two rounds, so he might as well steal the spotlight in the first round. That way, even if he fails the exam, it won't be so embarrassing..."

"..."

The smile on Cheng Jiuhe's face disappeared, replaced by a solemn expression.

If it weren't for the rule against misbehaving during the exam, he would have rushed up and pulled Zhou Yuan down.

He felt a little annoyed; he should have told Zhou Yuan before the exam.

He assumed Li Lin would tell Zhou Yuan, so he didn't mention the exam strategy.

Zhou Yuan has already lifted 900 jin, and he even wants to challenge 1,000 jin.

This is a martial arts competition, not a weightlifting contest.

"To lift a thousand-pound cauldron is something that even a second breakthrough wouldn't be possible unless one can master the fist technique to a high level and achieve a state of consummate control over one's strength."

Luo Rongrong smiled contemptuously, "I knew my judgment wouldn't be wrong. Zhou Yuan is destined for greatness. He's so eager for quick success. He'll regret it when he gets hit by the giant cauldron."

Yuan Qingfeng clenched his fists, his face extremely ugly. This kind of attention should have been his, so why should Zhou Yuan get it?

"Unless you're crushed to death by a giant cauldron, I will personally kill you in the upcoming battle!"

Yuan Qingfeng felt that Zhou Yuan had taken away some things that should have belonged to him.

The chaos below the stage did not affect Zhou Yuan on the stage at all.

He walked steadily to the massive cauldron, stood there casually, and his mind was clear.

The weak should not contend with the strong. Under normal circumstances, Zhou Yuan would not be willing to stand out.

If someone from a poor family wants to get ahead, trouble is bound to happen sooner or later.

But this is a martial arts competition, full of experts, and you never know what kind of opponents you'll encounter in the next two real battles.

Don't try to get too many red circles in places where you're confident. If something unexpected happens and you end up failing, it will be too late to regret it.

For others, if they don't succeed this year, they can try again next year, but Zhou Yuan can't wait a year, and neither can Li Lin.

They won't give him that chance.

Under everyone's gaze, Zhou Yuan took a deep breath, and his blood and qi surged.

Then he grabbed the massive cauldron and exerted force with his arms.

Clang!

The large tendons inside his body emitted a clanging sound like a bowstring being plucked, which spread in all directions.

Everyone's expression changed.

The massive cauldron, weighing a thousand pounds, was lifted off the ground!

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