Chapter 13: Just a Little Bit Better Than You (Please keep reading)

Yang Lei squinted at Lin Qi, thinking to himself

"Lin Qi’s family is poor and can’t afford supplements. No matter how well he practices his basics, it’s almost impossible for his blood-qi value to break through 6.0."

Thinking of this, a strange sense of superiority welled up in his heart.

"Hoo~"

Lin Qi exhaled and walked quickly to the punch force testing machine.

He relaxed his body, feeling the various gazes locked onto him.

However, he didn't feel nervous; he had a clear understanding of his own strength.

Lin Qi’s eyes narrowed, and he suddenly erupted. Force originated from his feet, traveling like a kinetic chain, supporting and transmitting power up to his waist section by section.

Then, using his waist to drive the force, his blood-qi surged, and his body tensed like a bow.

The striking pattern of the Tiger Form Fist was designed to make muscles explode in an instant; his fist was like dynamite, unleashing the power of his entire body.

His fist launched like a cannonball, carving an arc through the air before slamming into the red target.

"Bang!!"

With that sudden strike, the target began to shake violently.

The next instant, a string of numbers appeared on the machine's electronic screen—"640.5kg!"

"640kg?"

Someone couldn't help but exclaim.

Li Shaodong, who had a round face, said in surprise, "I remember last semester, Lin Qi could only hit 510kg, not even as good as me. To think he improved by over a hundred kilograms after just one summer vacation?"

Yang Lei’s eyes widened, unable to believe what he was seeing.

640kg?

Isn't that the same as him?

"Bang! Bang!!"

"643kg!"

"646kg!"

Lin Qi threw two more punches in quick succession, the force nearly identical. Seeing the data, he revealed a smile.

Not too much, not too little—just enough to surpass Yang Lei.

"Next, test speed!"

Wu Kang couldn't help but nod.

Lin Qi walked slowly to the starting line of the track, where an infrared speed-testing zone awaited him.

"Whoosh~"

In an instant, Lin Qi’s back arched, and he launched forward like an arrow released from a bow.

His leg muscles exploded like gunpowder, kicking up a gust of wind. In the blink of an eye, he crossed the infrared finish line and slowed to a stop.

On the speed tester's screen, the data shifted to display—"14.4m/s!"

"Punch force 646kg, speed 14.4m/s. This is definitely a blood-qi value over 6.0."

"Nice! Brother Qi is awesome, just a bit higher than Yang Lei."

In the crowd, Jiang Tao laughed loudly and brazenly.

"Haha!!"

The others also smiled upon hearing this.

Yang Lei’s face turned livid, and he curled his lip. "I just didn't perform well. If I go again, I’ll definitely beat him."

Lin Qi looked at his results with satisfaction, returned to the crowd, and bumped fists with Jiang Tao.

"Brother Qi, strong!"

"I knew you wouldn't have any problems."

Jiang Tao smiled and gave a thumbs up.

"After all, we’re going to the elite class together," Lin Qi said, smiling for once.

...

"Jiang Tao!"

"Here!"

As students were called one by one, it was soon Jiang Tao’s turn.

"Crack!"

"Finally my turn." Jiang Tao rubbed his hands together, loosened up his body, and walked impatiently to the punch force machine.

He was about 1.85 meters tall, tall and fierce, with long arms and bronze-colored skin, looking like a terrifying upright great ape.

His muscles bulged, veins popped, and with a twist of his waist and hips, his fists boomed out like cannonballs.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The target shook violently, and numbers appeared.

"814kg!"

"815kg!"

"816kg!"

"Damn, Jiang Tao’s improvement speed is truly fast. His punch force gets better every time; he’s already broken through 800 kilograms."

Someone exclaimed, and even Lin Qi was taken aback.

It seems it wasn't just him improving; his best friend was also making rapid progress.

With a punch force exceeding 800 kilograms, his blood-qi value was very likely over 8.0.

Jiang Tao’s talent was also quite formidable.

He felt happy for Jiang Tao.

A few minutes later.

"Zhu Yuqi, punch force 879kg!"

"Yu Jing, punch force 901kg!"

"Plus Jiang Tao, the top three in the class are truly terrifyingly strong. They aren't even on the same level as the others."

The surrounding crowd was in an uproar, discussing the three of them.

"Alright, move the equipment away. Next, we test fist techniques."

"Those whose names are called, come up and demonstrate your fist techniques."

After the punch force and speed tests, Wu Kang stood up and said.

"Zhou Ping!"

Zhou Ping stepped forward, cupped his hands in a salute, then assumed a stance and lunged out. His movements were lively, using stillness to control motion.

He was performing the Crane Form Fist, characterized by swift contraction and extension, moving through the forest like a shuttle, and landing on branches with grace.

After finishing his routine, he looked at the teacher expectantly.

Wu Kang said expressionlessly, "Zhou Ping, Good-."

"Next!"

Zhou Ping returned to the crowd with an ugly expression.

"The realm of fist techniques cannot be quantified into specific scores; it can only be divided into four grades: Excellent, Good, Average, and Poor, with pluses and minuses for each."

"To get an Excellent+, one must have mastered the Five Forms Fist to the Great Completion stage," Li Shaodong, the round-faced student, spoke up again.

"That’s too hard. I reckon there aren't even five people who can do it."

Just as everyone was discussing, the testing continued.

"Li Yu'an, Good+!"

"Cui Chengshan, Good-!"

"Lu Xingjuan, Excellent-!"

"..."

As students went up one by one to demonstrate their techniques, the Dragon, Tiger, Crane, Ape, and Snake forms were all displayed.

Wu Kang only needed to watch for a few moments each time to determine the result, then ruthlessly announce it.

"Hoo~"

"Ha~"

Yang Lei was sturdy with massive muscles and thick fingers; his fist technique was fierce and gusty.

He was also using the Tiger Form Fist. His tiger claws swiped out like a fierce tiger descending a mountain, kicking up gusts of wind.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!!"

As his moves followed the motion of his arms, crisp sounds rang out!

"Yang Lei, Excellent+!"

Wu Kang announced loudly, swiping on his tablet.

"Brother Lei is awesome! Blood-qi over 6, Tiger Form Fist at Great Completion—he’s definitely getting into the elite class now."

Someone flattered him.

Yang Lei finished his stance, feeling smug at the flattery.

"That goes without saying. Who do you think I am?"

"I’ve been receiving guidance from teachers during the day, and every day when I go home, I have a private tutor hired by my family who focuses solely on me," Yang Lei boasted with a grin.

"I have to admit, this Yang Lei has some skills, but compared to Brother Qi, he no longer has the advantage," Jiang Tao muttered quietly.

"Lin Qi!"

Wu Kang announced loudly, then looked at Lin Qi with curiosity.

"I'm going!"

Lin Qi said, stepping out of the crowd. Under the gaze of everyone, he walked to the center and performed a cupped-hand salute.

He took a deep breath, his eyes narrowed, and an invisible aura was released from his body.

Then, he began to demonstrate the Tiger Form Fist.

He recalled all the key points of the Tiger Form Fist in his mind.

The next instant, his gaze changed, and his aura shifted.

Force originated from his waist, reaching his fingertips. His tiger claws swiped out, the fist momentum fierce.

His blood-qi surged, as if a fierce tiger had been unleashed.

At times like a tiger descending a mountain, at times like an angry tiger emerging from the forest, at times like a hungry tiger catching a sheep...

It was fierce and sharp, the sound of his punches whistling.

"Bang! Bang! Bang~~"

Every move produced a crisp sound, like an air cannon.

"One of the signs of the Five Forms Fist reaching Great Completion is that every move can produce a sound—crisp and loud."

"There are six moves in the Tiger Form Fist, totaling six sounds. Lin Qi’s Tiger Form Fist has also reached Great Completion," someone exclaimed.

"Although Lin Qi is a bit thin, he possesses the 'spirit' of a fierce tiger. He looks completely different," someone sighed.

After Lin Qi finished his routine, he heard Wu Kang’s surprised voice in his ear.

Wu Kang looked at Lin Qi, surprised in his heart

"This kid is improving really fast. The Tiger Form Fist has actually broken through to Great Completion."

"He has mastered the spirit of the Tiger Form Fist; he has a tiger in his heart, sniffing the roses."

Lin Qi had truly given him a big surprise; he had really misjudged him.

Lin Qi also revealed a satisfied smile.

He finished with a cupped-hand salute, turned, and returned to the crowd to bump fists with Jiang Tao.

Watching Lin Qi’s figure, many people had an inexplicable feeling that Lin Qi seemed to have become different.

...

Half an hour later.

"I announce that the mini-test is officially over. You will know your specific grades and rankings in half an hour."

"Many students have made huge improvements in their martial arts this time, and I am very gratified."

"And entering the elite class will be a new beginning."

"Dismissed!"

After testing the last person, Wu Kang announced loudly.

After hearing Wu Kang’s words, some people began to feel nervous, while others bustled about to wash up, preparing to return to the classroom to wait for the results and rankings.

Wu Kang returned to his office alone.

The results of this mini-test were quite different from the past, and an unexpected person had emerged.

...

(End of chapter)