Chapter 4 Talent: Who doesn’t know you?

After a while, the elevator stopped on the second floor of the library.

Fang Xiaoyang then walked out of the elevator.

What came into view was a red banner with five large, square characters written on it: Warrior Equipment Hall.

Looking inside through the door, you can vaguely see that it is filled with high-tech exercise equipment.

From a distance, the equipment hall looks a bit like a gym from the last century, with treadmills, ergometers, elliptical machines, and spinning bikes.
The only difference is that the equipment hall has many more new-era exercise equipment with more advanced functions and richer varieties.

Fang Xiaoyang walked straight forward, passed a row of exercise equipment, and stopped in front of a dynamometer for a moment.

There is an oval partition layer in the center of the dynamometer, and on the top is an LED display screen that can display the tester's punching strength in the form of data.

It looks a bit old and some of its functions are even damaged.

It is said that this batch of dynamometers were discarded by a certain university.

This low-level dynamometer can only measure punching strength below 10,000 jin, which means it can only test punching strength below that of martial artists.

If the tester's skill level is higher than that of a martial artist, the dynamometer will burn out due to overload.

However, the people with the highest cultivation level in the entire No. 1 Middle School are just martial artists.

Therefore, even this obsolete machine is sufficient for Yangcheng No. 1 Middle School.

"What is this tail-end doing here again?"

"Testing strength?"

"Please, a mere mortal should not embarrass himself."

"What is your level of cultivation? Don't you have any sense of self-determination?"

When the students who were exercising saw Fang Xiaoyang, they stopped what they were doing and gathered around to watch.

They stood in a circle, which looked a bit like a black boxing ring. Fang Xiaoyang was the protagonist of the black boxing and his classmates were gamblers watching the show.

Fang Xiaoyang glanced at them out of the corner of his eye, ignoring the cold and hot ridicule around him, and smiled slightly.

"Looking down on me?"

"You will be shocked later."

The martial arts college entrance examination is only a month away. My cultivation level will be exposed sooner or later anyway, so it’s better to blind their eyes now.

Fang Xiaoyang immediately looked at the dynamometer in front of him, his eyes gleaming with confidence.

He put away his distracting thoughts, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, adjusted his physical condition to the best, and a sharp breath spread out.

The fist seemed to transform into a ferocious beast, bursting out like lightning.

boom.
The partition layer of the measuring machine sank inward instantly, and returned to its original state after a moment.

The LED display lit up instantly, and a line of dazzling numbers appeared.

2025 pounds.

Fang Xiaoyang nodded slightly, quite satisfied with the result.

In the last test, he was just an ordinary person with a punching force of only 57 kilograms. Now it has increased more than a hundred times and reached the realm of a warrior.

You should know that the punching force of low-level apprentices ranges from 500-1000 jin, that of intermediate apprentices ranges from 1000-1500 jin, that of senior apprentices ranges from 1500-2000 jin, that of warriors ranges from 2000-5000 jin, and that of martial artists ranges from 10000 jin to more.

Fang Xiaoyang was not very clear about the punching power of the Great Martial Master/Martial Emperor. After all, the principal with the highest level of cultivation in the school was only a Martial Master.

"How is that possible? Am I seeing things?"

"The person who is recognized as the worst in the school is actually a warrior???"

"hiss"

"Could it be that this last-place guy has been hiding his strength all along, and is going to make a splash in the martial arts college entrance examination?"

Fang Xiaoyang ignored the shocked voices of the crowd, and then his eyes became sharp.

"Then let's try the Green Ox Overlay Technique again."

“Twice the increase.”

drink! ! !
Green Bull Superposition Technique!
The true energy in his body circulated rapidly, and when the true energy filled his entire fist, the iron fist struck out like lightning.

boom.
The dynamometer trembled violently, a burst of music sounded, the LED display flashed rapidly, and the dazzling numbers rose rapidly.
3358
3759
Finally, the punching force stopped at 4050 kilograms.

Harmful!
Fang Xiaoyang looked at the line of numbers, was stunned for a moment, and then was covered by a burst of ecstasy.

His eyes were round and his breathing was heavy. After a moment, he took a deep breath.

Anyone with a punching force of over 2000 jin is a warrior, and I am about to break through to the warrior realm by simply using the Green Ox Superposition Technique to double the power.

Horror!
The crowd watching on the side wiped their eyes, not believing what they saw, and their tone was full of doubt.

"how is this possible?"

“This machine is broken!”

"I don't believe that a useless student like Fang can achieve such data."

……

at the same time.

An old man in his sixties was attracted by the noise.

He had a few sparse white hairs on his head, his eyes were bright, and he was wearing a black casual suit, looking very energetic.

From a distance, he looks like a sage with white hair and a youthful face.

He was about to scold these naughty kids when his eyes were drawn to the glaring numbers on the dynamometer.

"4050 kilograms of punching power?"

"well!"

"very good!"

"I discovered a wild genius."

The old man was so eager to catch the prey that he forgot to scold and stood aside to observe silently.

Fang Xiaoyang looked at the numbers in front of him, his heart was filled with excitement, and his face turned red because he was too excited.

At this moment, he was like a commoner who had won a lottery of 10 million. He wanted to shout and cheer...

"Then let's try the tenfold increase."

He took a deep breath and used the Green Ox Superposition Technique to its full potential, revealing blue veins under his skin.

"Green Bull Superposition Technique, ten times the amplification!"

The true energy flows along the veins, getting faster and faster!

"Moo..."

Suddenly, a roar like a blue bull came from his body.

The sound is a bit like the sound of a buffalo, but it is different if you listen carefully.

This sound was more ferocious and violent, even more shocking than any other ferocious beast in the world.

Then, a shadow of a green bull appeared behind Fang Xiaoyang, heavy and fierce.
The blue bull and the fist merged into one.

The form and meaning are combined into one, and the fist carries the spirit of Qingniu fist.

Although everyone was four or five meters away from Fang Xiaoyang, they could still feel the oppression he brought.

At this time, Fang Xiaoyang seemed to have transformed into an emperor-level blue bull, tearing apart the cracks in the sky and stepping forward.

The mere presence of her breath was enough to bring people to their knees.

"Who is this?"

"Which class are you from?"

"He actually cultivated the Green Bull Superposition Technique to the tenth level."

"This is a rare genius!"

“If he grows up, he can really be sent to the battlefield of the heavens to suppress one side.” The old man standing at the back stroked his beard and nodded from time to time.

(End of this chapter)