Chapter 6: I’m Really Not a Weakling

After picking up a few attribute bubbles, Wang Teng saw that the students nearby wouldn't be dropping any more for a while, so he ran over to a corner.

Several testing machines were placed there.

A dynamometer, a speedometer, a physique detector, and so on.

These were machines used to assess the physical fitness of martial disciples; they were relatively standard and had minimal margins of error.

Wang Teng first walked up to the dynamometer.

He had already learned Basic Fist Technique, which meant he had mastered the most fundamental force-exertion techniques.

For others, it would take at least a month, and even for a genius, it would take about ten days. Wang Teng, however, had only needed one night.

The distance was nothing more than a few attribute bubbles!

There was no distance in the world closer than this; others probably wouldn't even dare to imagine it.

Wang Teng stood still, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and relaxed his entire body.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, his gaze sharpening like a beast on the hunt. He erupted into motion, his legs firmly gripping the ground, his waist and hips shifting slightly, his spine taut like a bowstring, and he threw a punch.

"Bang!"

Wang Teng's fist slammed directly into the dynamometer.

The numbers on the screen flickered wildly before finally settling on a value—143kg!

When he went home last night, his strength attribute was 135. Having just gained 8 points, the total was 143, which corresponded exactly to 143kg.

This strength was already approaching the limit of an ordinary person!

Note, that is the *limit* of strength!

A person pushed to the brink of desperation might be able to exert power beyond their physical limits, but for an ordinary person, it is difficult! Extremely difficult!

Thinking back, his initial strength attribute was 50, which was roughly equivalent to the strength of an average person!

*Luckily, I’m not a "combat power of five" weakling!*

Wang Teng comforted himself, then turned on the speedometer and stepped onto it.

The speedometer was like a treadmill; as the tester ran, the belt beneath moved, measuring the speed.

Wang Teng began to run slowly, then gradually accelerated until he reached his peak.

The speedometer would display the tester's fastest speed.

Feeling that he had reached his top speed, Wang Teng slowed down, stopped, and stepped off the machine.

He looked at the value displayed on the speedometer: "12.7m/s!"

Clearly, speed and attributes did not have a one-to-one correspondence. As for how the two were actually converted, Wang Teng didn't seem to care.

It was nothing more than a difference in numerical values.

Wang Teng was somewhat surprised by the speed he had just tested.

This was already catching up to the world 100-meter sprint champions of his past life, right? If a martial disciple's body was this terrifying, let alone a martial artist's.

"Let's check my physique."

The physique detector looked like a cryo-pod from a sci-fi movie, standing upright in the corner.

Wang Teng walked inside and pressed the button to start the test. A beam of light scanned his body from head to toe several times!

Physique testing included comprehensive factors such as blood, muscles, bones, meridians, and more. It was very complex and could only be done with high-tech equipment.

"Ding, scan complete. Student Wang Teng, physique 47!"

A pleasant female voice emanated from the physique detector.

"Tsk tsk, it even has a voice broadcast function."

While marveling at how the physique detector was more high-end than the dynamometer and speedometer, Wang Teng mused

"Physique 47, it corresponds to my physique attribute. It seems only speed is different."

He looked at the [Martial Disciple Level Classification Table] posted on the wall nearby.

The standard for a low-level martial disciple was 100kg to 300kg of strength, a 100-meter sprint time of nine to seven seconds (which was 11.11m/s to 14.28m/s), and a physique of 30 to 50.

It was obvious that Wang Teng was already considered a low-level martial disciple!

He was quite satisfied with this result.

If he weren't satisfied, would he want to reach the heavens?

After all, going from an ordinary person to a low-level martial disciple had saved him an unknown amount of time compared to others.

One should be content...

"I'll strive to reach mid-level martial disciple today!" Wang Teng was full of enthusiasm and decided not to go anywhere else, spending the whole day in the training hall.

The other students were all training on their own and didn't pay attention to Wang Teng's test results.

After all, it was their first time meeting today; they had no friendship, and it would be impolite to rashly pry into someone else's strength.

Just as Wang Teng had finished testing, a few more attribute bubbles dropped at the feet of the other students.

Wang Teng's eyes lit up. He walked past them casually and quietly picked them up.

【Basic Sword Technique*3】

【Strength*5】

【Comprehension*0.6】

【Speed*2】

...

"Not bad, not bad. There's even comprehension, and my Basic Sword Technique has become much more proficient!" Wang Teng was secretly delighted.

At this moment, there were still too few people, and Wang Teng didn't want to be too eccentric or draw attention to himself. He walked into the weapon room and swept his gaze across the room.

Many weapons were placed on the racks: swords, sabers, spears, halberds, staves, hammers, and so on.

Within each major category of weapons, there were many sub-classifications. For example, for swords, there were longswords, short swords, soft swords, two-handed swords, etc.

It could be said that the variety of weapons here was vast and had everything one could need.

Even if a student learned a niche weapon, they could find what they needed in this weapon room.

Wang Teng stood in front of the rack holding swords and took down a "Shadow Series" black iron sword.

With the prevalence of martial arts, the weapon industry had naturally developed as well; after all, weapons were too important to a martial artist.

A martial artist wielding a sharp weapon had a huge advantage when facing one without a weapon.

However, the weapons provided to martial disciples were all replicas; the materials were average, and they had no runes attached.

This "Shadow Series" black iron sword was pitch black, and its style and weight were no different from the genuine article, but there were no mysterious runes on the blade.

If one really had to compare

This sword cost only a few hundred yuan to make, while the genuine article cost hundreds of thousands. The difference was like heaven and earth.

Wang Teng weighed the black iron sword in his hand; the weight was just right.

Boys always had a preference and longing for various weapons.

Many people had even dreamed of wandering the world with a sword in hand!

His past life was a technological society where martial arts didn't exist, so Wang Teng never had the chance to come into contact with these.

Now, looking at the longsword in his hand, he felt a sense of excitement.

He had previously acquired the [Basic Sword Technique] attribute and had some understanding of it. Since no one else had come to train yet and there were no bubbles to pick up, it was the perfect time to go out and practice to see the power of this Basic Sword Technique.

He walked out of the weapon room, found an empty spot where no one was around, and began practicing the sword technique according to the sword-fighting memories that had appeared in his mind.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

The longsword swung, emitting a faint sound of cutting through the air.

If this were to strike a person, it would result in death or injury.

Among the few students, the young man who had provided Wang Teng with the [Basic Sword Technique] attribute was also practicing with a sword. Seeing Wang Teng come out with a longsword, he was a bit surprised.

He slowly stopped his movements and watched Wang Teng practice from a distance.

"So he's just a beginner!"

However, after watching for a moment, he shook his head and stopped paying attention.

"Why does it feel like it's not that difficult? I've become much more proficient after practicing it twice."

"My comprehension is only 19.3, which isn't very high either!"

Wang Teng stopped and thought, surprised.

He didn't know that his comprehension of 19.3 was already far beyond that of an ordinary person, so of course, he wouldn't find practicing basic things too difficult.

If he were learning Force combat skills, it wouldn't be this easy!

Force combat skills involved the use of Force, which was inherently profound and complex. Without enough comprehension, practicing them would be extremely difficult.

From this, it was clear that practicing martial arts really valued talent; those who could become martial artists were bound to be geniuses!

——I am the newbie separator line——

Reached double digits in collections, throwing flowers to celebrate, oh~

(End of chapter)