Chapter 17 - Chapter 17. The astonished Wuong.

In the entire martial arts hall, the only sound that resonated was the thud of Wong Yi's fist striking the target, gradually dissipating into the air. Upon witnessing that astonishing figure, a collective gasp escaped the lips of a group of martial artists who had been seated on the sofa. Half of them rising to their feet in disbelief, their eyes shown with shock as they gazed at the number displayed on screen. Is this a joke? 3,781 kg. If it were a seasoned martial artist delivering such power, it would not have raised any eyebrows. However, Wong, he was merely an 18-year-old newcomer just there to participate in the preliminary martial artist assessment. What manner of monster is this? Is the apparatus malfunctioning? One martial artist could not help but exclaim. Many shared this sentiment, turning their gazes toward the chief instructor, Wuong, who stood beside the machine. Wuong suppressed a flicker of astonishment in his eyes. Inhaling deeply, he cast a glance at the apparatus, but refrained from inspecting it further, instead solemnly addressing the strikingly handsome youth before him. "Try another punch," he instructed, his tone betraying a hint of excitement and anticipation. Without hesitation, Wong E unleashed another punch. Bang! The resounding noise reverberated throughout the empty martial arts hall, resonating within the hearts of many, causing their bodies to involuntarily tremble. The number appeared 3,698 kg. A wave of intense joy spread across Wuongs face like ripples, erupting into hearty laughter. Given his keen insight, Wuong could discern the potency of Wong Yis previous strike without relying on the machine. It was undoubtedly over 3,000 kg. The reason for retesting was merely to attain a more precise measurement. "The machine is functioning correctly, and you're not at fault. You have passed this punching power test, Wuong exclaimed with immenation. He had never anticipated discovering such a prodigious talent as Wong E. He during this preliminary martial artist assessment. No, this was no ordinary talent. However, before proceeding further, there were certain matters that needed clarification. Wong E, tell me, have you ever practiced the gene original energy cultivation method or the guiding technique? Wuong asked earnestly, his gaze fixed upon Wongi. Should Wong E have trained in either of these methods, he would still be a genius, but his evaluation would undoubtedly be somewhat diminished. Of course, there were other avenues, such as specialized genetic serums, that could yield similar results. But Wuong did not believe Wong he would be so foolish. Moreover, such genetic serums were exorbitantly priced beyond the reach of the average individual. If Wong, he was indeed unblenmished in this regard, then possessing a fist strength of approximately 3,700 kg at the age of 18 would undoubtedly mark him as an extraordinarily rare talent. No, Wong replied resolutely. Wuong gazed into Wong Yi's steadfast and clear eyes, and after a prolonged moment, he nodded. With his discernment, he could tell that Wong, he was not lying. An uncontrollable surge of elation flooded his mind as if he had stumbled upon a treasure trove. For Wuong Wong, he was indeed such a treasure. At 18, without having practiced the gene original energy cultivation method, yet already possessing a fist strength of 3,700 kg. One astounding concept. Just the thought of it left Wu Tong feeling dizzy. He recalled stories he had heard from superiors, particularly the president of the Jangan Bay City General Assembly, regarding the extraordinary talents who had joined the elite training camp. Typically within the Jang and Bay City, only two or three prodigies were selected for the foundational training camp each year, and it took about 5 years for just one person to be admitted into the elite training camp. Wongi, without a doubt, was qualified for such an accolade. However, until he received approval from higher authorities, it remained merely a qualification. After all, gaining entry into the elite training camp was a matter of great significance, and every slot was coveted by countless individuals worldwide. Not even Wu Tong nor the president of the Jang Bay City General Assembly had the authority to decide. They had to seek approval from headquarters. The only regret Wuang harbored was that Wong eh hail from Gio Jang City rather than being a locally nurtured talent from Yongha City. Why is Gio Jang City so ineffectual that they let a genius like Wong e come to YongJo city for the preliminary martial artist assessment? Wuong pondered. But upon seeing the dazzling number on the punching power testing machine, he quickly cast aside his doubts. Since Wong, he had already come to Yongh City for testing and had passed, it would reflect well on Yong Jojo City. Even if those fellows from Gio Jang City came looking for him in the future, they would have no grounds to argue. A myriad of thoughts flooded Wu Tongs mind in an instant. Meanwhile, the martial arts hall fell into a profound silence. Everyone stared at the number on the punching power testing machine. Lost in contemplation. Clap clap. Wuong clapped his hands twice, rousing the crowd from their stuper. Beaming with a smile, he announced, "Wong E, you have passed. You may step down now. By the way, if you feel fatigued, you may take a seat in the resting area, but do not wander off. We will soon proceed with the next test." The resting area Wu Tong referred to was, of course, the sofa where the group of extreme martial artists had been seated. Wongi had yet to complete his testing, and the treatment he received was evidently different. He glanced at the group of martial artists, their eyes glimmering with intensity as if they wish to strip him bear with their gaze, and resolutely shook his head. No need, I prefer to stand. He returned to his original position while those participating in the preliminary martial artist assessment regarded him with expressions of shock, intrigue, and awe as though they were gazing upon a monster. Yin stood beside him, having watched him for quite some time. Unable to contain her curiosity any longer, she asked, "How did you do it? Are you really only 18?" She could not comprehend how, despite being human like her, and even younger by a few years, Wong had achieved such prowess. The disparity between 30 700 and 1100 was simply too vast. Wongi pondered for a moment before replying earnestly. Perhaps it's because I am a genius. Yuna was left speechless, feeling a twinge of frustration with Wong Yis astonishing performance preceding them. The subsequent tests seemed rather mundane. Wuong conducted the remaining tests for the other eight participants with a sense of prefuncter patience. Ultimately, the results of the first round of punching power tests revealed that 10 individuals had passed while two had failed. These two, despite not being too weak with scores in 890s, had unfortunately fallen short by a narrow margin, only a stroke of bad luck. The second round of assessments, focused on speed, Wuong approached the speed testing apparatus, skillfully activating it, then turned to Wong E's eyes gleaming. Wongi, you're up first, he smiled. Given Wong Yi's demonstrated strength, passing the speed test was entirely within reach. However, Wuong was eager to glean more information about this young prodigy, hence he chose him first. Under the scrutiny of the crowd, Wongi calmly walked to the speed testing track. The track stretched a mere 100 m and all Wong he had to do was run across it. Whoosh! In an instant, Wongi sprinted forth like a cheetah, moving with the swiftness of the wind, crossing the track in the blink of an eye. Swish. Wongi abruptly halted, his shoes skidding across the ground, producing a sharp screech of friction. Wuong gazed at the screen of the apparatus, which displayed a figure of 582 milliseconds. "Very impressive. You pass," Wuong declared with satisfaction. Wongi also observed the number, aware that his physical prowess improved. Martial artists were classified into different tiers, with the lowest being the warrior level, further divided into beginner, intermediate, and advanced warriors. Typically, a fist strength of 4,000 kg marked the baseline for advanced warriors, while a speed of 60 m/s signified the threshold for achieving the advanced warrior level. Wongi's punch force was an astounding 3,700 kg with a speed of 582 ms. His physical prowess nearing that of an advanced warrior, though others had anticipated this, witnessing the result firsthand left them utterly astounded.