Chapter 16 - Chapter 16:One Punch

Wuong awaited them above. As they entered the elevator, Wong E and the other 11 participants observed as the man pressed the button for the sixth floor, contemplating the significance of their destination. Within Yanjo City, there exists an extreme hall and 12 extreme martial arts schools. The heads of these schools are referred to as instructors. While the head of the extreme hall is known as the chief instructor. Above them lies the Jong and Bay City, which is divided into the main urban area and eight fortified cities with Yong Joe being one of the latter. The headquarters of the John and Extreme Martial Arts Schools is the main hall, overseen by a president and three administrators. Ding. The elevator swiftly arrived at the sixth floor. The middle-aged man in training attire stepped out first, followed by the others in a single file. The sixth floor housed an expansive training hall where several martial artists were engaged in conversation. Upon noticing the arrival of the middle-aged man with his entourage, they automatically fell silent. All right, the participants have arrived. Let us commence the testing. A long-haired middle-aged man commanded. Wongi recognized him as Wuong, the head of the Extreme Hall in Yanjo City. The middle-aged man in training attire collected the identification cards of Wong E and the others one by one and handed them to Wuong, smiling as he remarked, "Today we have 12 participants. Quite a number indeed." A faint smile appeared on Wuang's face in response. He retrieved an ID card and casually waved it over an adjacent device. Beep! A crystalline transparent screen emerged from the machine displaying a wealth of personal information. Wongi observed the transparent screen, noting that even after living in this world for 18 years, he had rarely encountered such advanced technology. While civilian technology had progressed somewhat, true high-tech advancements remained concentrated in state institutions and colossal powers like the extreme martial arts schools. Wongi was aware that the extreme martial arts schools bolstered by the support of Hong, the strongest on this planet, had access to numerous ancient technologies and could even create virtual spaces akin to the god of war palace using intelligent light brains. Now, we shall proceed with the first test, the punch force assessment, Wu Tong stated calmly. I trust you are all familiar with the rules, so I shall refrain from elaborating further. The first participant is Chin Mo. The trend-haired youth who had previously met Wong E and the bar on the first floor stepped forward. Let us begin. Yes. Chinmo approached the punch force testing machine, took a deep breath, clenched his fists, leaned forward, and drew his arms back, assuming the stance for a punch. After a brief pause, he shouted and struck the target with great force. The target shuddered momentarily, and a number flashed on the screen of the punch force machine, 91 kg. Seeing this figure, Chinmo swallowed hard and wiped away the non-existent sweat from his forehead. The extreme martial arts schools maintained a stringent standard for the preliminary warrior assessment, ensuring that their testing results held credibility and were respected worldwide. Wuong gave Chinmo a slightly incredulous glance, then smiled faintly. You were fortunate you've passed. Next, Maf. Returning to the crowd, Chinmo glanced at Yin and explained, "Actually, speed is my forte." A burly, muscular bald youth stepped up next. He stood before the punch force testing machine, grinning widely, and unleashed a powerful punch. Boom! The target vibrated several times, and a number appeared. 1,028 kg. Wuong raised an eyebrow, a satisfied smile crossing his face as he nodded. Passed. Next, Yuna. The tall and graceful Yun Shu stepped forward, drawing the attention of the others. While female martial artists were not entirely absent, they were indeed quite rare as evidenced by the current group of 12 participants, which included only Yuna as the sole female. With her youthful beauty and captivating figure, she certainly stood out. Bang. Yun as delicate fist struck the black target, producing a force comparable to that of the previously mentioned bald youth, Mafé. As she punched, her body leaned forward, causing her attire to cling to her form and accentuate her alluring curves. 1,033 kg. This number elicited surprise glances from the onlookers. Although it was not extraordinary, it was significantly better than she MOS score. Upon seeing the number, Chen Mos expression soured. Wuong beamed again passed. Next, Wangi. Wuong casually slid the fourth ID card across the device, examining the detailed records with mild surprise. Oh, 18 years old from Gio Jang City. Interesting. The other martial artists in the training hall couldn't help but cast curious glances at the young boy. Even Yin Schweb blinked in surprise. She had already thought Wong was quite young, but she had not anticipated he was this much younger. 18 years old, he likely wasn't he a high school student. Perhaps just starting university. The martial artists seated on a nearby sofa began to murmur among themselves. What does this mean? 18 years old from Jo Jang City? Surely he didn't he come here hoping for luck after failing in Jo Jang city. Did he? Who knows? He might even be a genius. They speculated casually as most were heads of various extreme martial arts schools in Yong Joe here to scout for potential talent. Among the crowd was Jang Yen, who gazed at the youthful face of a boy and was struck by a fleeting memory of another familiar visit. 18 years old. Wasn't he the same age as Luo Foam? Wongi maintained a calm demeanor as he stepped forward confidently to the punch force testing machine. A brief silence ensued. Suddenly, Wong s eyes gleamed with intensity. His muscles subtly tensed and the bones in his body emitted faint cracking sounds. Hm. Wuong standing nearby seemed to sense something and abruptly turned to look in the direction of the punch force testing machine. In that moment, Wuong witnessed nothing but the blur of a fist, followed by a sharp, piercing sound that echoed through the spacious training hall, culminating in a resounding boom. The black punching bag quivered violently for a moment, and a number leapt onto the screen of the punching power testing machine. 3,781 kg.