Chapter 11: Everyone is shocked [Please read on! ]

As instructors, they knew the significance of the alarm on this intermediate punching strength testing machine.

This punching force testing machine will emit a "beep beep" alarm sound as long as the punching force reaches 8000 kilograms.

8000 kilograms is the standard of punching strength for a junior warrior!

They all looked at the screen of the boxing test machine.

I saw the number on the screen of the punching force testing machine flashing and jumping continuously.

Finalized!
——8036kg!

The entire martial arts training hall was silent for a moment, and everyone stared at the numbers on the screen of the punch strength tester in amazement.

"Is this... so scary?!" The bearded man Tong Guan showed an exaggerated expression, his eyes as big as copper bells.

While speaking, he also glanced at Yang Wu and Luo Feng.

Luo Feng and Yang Wu both said just now that Shen Lang's punching power is terrifying.

He had been skeptical before, but now, the doubts in his heart disappeared, leaving only deep shock!

At this moment, Luo Feng and Yang Wu couldn't help but open their mouths and eyes wide in shock.

"Gululu!" Yang Wu swallowed his saliva, turned his head stiffly to look at Luo Feng, and said mechanically: "Madman, am I seeing right?! Brother Shen's punching force has reached more than 8,000 kilograms? This... This is the punching force of a general level, right?!"

Yang Wu's voice was trembling a little when he spoke.

"No...I'm not mistaken!" Luo Feng was also shocked: "It seems that Brother Shen didn't use his full strength yesterday!"

"Oh my god! Over 8,000 kilograms!!"

"Shit! Doesn't that mean he's a general-level warrior? I remember the standard punching force of a junior general is only 8000 kilograms, right?!"

"So scary!!"

Bai Yang and other people taking the test also cried out in horror.

A warrior at the level of a general. This is a goal that 80 percent of warriors in the world will never reach in their lifetime.

Shen Lang was quite satisfied with himself.

His physical fitness is still a little short of that of an advanced fighter. A random punch of his Star-blasting Fist can deliver nearly 4,000 kilograms. Combined with the White Tiger style of force generation technique, Shen Lang can exert more than twice his own strength.

So it’s not surprising that his punch reaches more than 8,000 kilograms.

"Hiss!! This kid was hiding his abilities yesterday?!" Jiang Nian's eyes widened with disbelief.

He admitted that his previous evaluation of Shen Lang was somewhat wrong.

Being able to punch more than 26 kilograms and more than kilograms at the age of are two completely different concepts!

The other instructors looked at Jiang Nian with envy.

"Lao Jiang, this is a genius, a super genius, a 26-year-old warrior-level warrior!"

"Damn it, Lao Jiang, why did all the geniuses go to your Yi'an District?"

"Fuck it! Are you going to send out three quasi-warriors from Yi'an District today?!"

"Haha!" Jiang Nian was very happy at this moment, and laughed loudly: "You can't envy me!"

In his eyes, Shen Lang has now transformed from a person without potential into a genius.

“Haha, not bad, not bad!!”

Chief Instructor Wu Tong rarely smiled. Shen Lang's punch really gave him a surprise.

"However, the assessment for would-be warriors is not only about strength, but also about speed and nerve reaction."

After Wu Tong finished speaking, everyone nodded.

"Xiao Zhou, go turn on the speed testing equipment!" Wu Tong looked at someone and gave an order, then looked at Shen Lang.

"Just now you were the last one to be tested for strength, now you are the first one to be tested for speed!"

"Yeah." Shen Lang nodded.

Under the gaze of everyone, Shen Lang walked leisurely to the speed test area.

The speed test instrument has been turned on.

"Bam—"

Shen Lang suddenly exerted force with his legs, making a crisp sound when stepping on the runway. Then he rushed through the test area like an arrow from a bow and arrived at the end of the runway in the blink of an eye.

"What's the speed?!"

Everyone looked up at once.

Only a number appeared on the instrument screen.

——59m/s.

The moment this number came out, the entire martial arts training hall fell silent again.

Then it became noisy again. "My God, his speed is almost reaching the standard of a senior warrior!"

"so amazing!"

"..."

Bai Yang and others looked at Shen Lang with awe and envy.

Luo Feng and Yang Wu were also greatly shocked at this moment.

"It seems that Brother Shen really concealed his abilities yesterday." Luo Feng smiled bitterly.

"Yes!" Yang Wu nodded, and then said with emotion: "If only I could have one meter of Brother Shen's speed!"

Yang Wu is rather nervous now, as his speed is his weakness.

"Haha, good! Good! Good!"

Looking at Shen Lang, Chief Instructor Wu Tong was very happy at this time: "Although the speed is not fast, it is still very good. Passed, next one!"

Soon, everyone went up to test the speed.

Soon they arrived at Yangwu.

"Brother Yang, come on, you can do it." Luo Feng cheered for Yang Wu.

"Believe in yourself, we still have to participate in the warrior practical assessment together!" Shen Lang also smiled at Yang Wu.

"Haha, madman, Brother Shen, just watch!" Yang Wu laughed happily.

"call!!"

Yang Wu ran across the test area with all his might.

Soon a number appeared.

——25.1 meters per second.

"Haha, Yang Wu, you're lucky!" Jiang Nian smiled.

It seems that his Yian District Martial Arts School will send out three prospective warriors today!

Hearing this, Yang Wu's face showed ecstasy.

"Haha, Brother Shen, you lunatic, I passed!" Yang Wu shouted excitedly. He had waited for this day for too long.

He was just a little slow, but his punching strength and nerve reaction tests had already met the standards.

Passing quickly meant that he had passed the quasi-warrior assessment this time.

"Well, passed!" Wu Tong also smiled: "Next, Luo Feng!"

"Haha, lunatic, come on!"

Yang Wu was in a very good mood at this time. He patted Luo Feng on the shoulder and said, "You also have to pass today's quasi-warrior assessment. Then, you, me, and Brother Shen will participate in the actual combat assessment together!"

"Come on!" Shen Lang also encouraged.

"Yeah!" Luo Feng nodded.

He came to the speed test area.

"drink!"

Luo Feng shouted softly, stretched his legs hard, and then jumped out like a cheetah, leaving a trail of afterimages on the runway. He quickly passed the test area and came to the end of the runway.

Soon, a number appeared on the instrument screen.

——28.6 meters per second.

"Not bad, 28.6 meters per second! Passed!" the chief instructor shouted with a smile.

Luo Feng also felt extremely happy.

"Madman, that's good. Your speed is far beyond the standard of quasi-warriors!" Yang Wu laughed.

"Compared to Brother Shen, I'm far behind!" Luo Feng said with emotion.

"Haha, Luo Feng, don't underestimate yourself. I am seven or eight years older than you. When I was 18, it was difficult for me to lift 50 kilograms!" Shen Lang said with a smile.

"Brother Shen, your words to comfort me are too modest." Luo Feng said with a wry smile.

"Haha." Shen Lang smiled and didn't explain too much. When he was eighteen years old, he was still a fragile high school student.

It was indeed difficult for him to lift something weighing 100 kilograms.

"Okay, the speed test is over, next is to test the nerve reaction speed!"

At this time, the voice of Chief Instructor Wu Tong sounded.

"Nerve reaction speed?!" A gleam of light flashed in Shen Lang's eyes.

This is a good opportunity for him to try out the [Dragon Step]!
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