Douluo Dragon King: I, the wielder of the Holy Sword, will vanquish all evil.

Chapter 44 Numerical Values!
Actually, 500 is enough.

Donghai Academy's purchase of 1,000 points was already out of caution; they were hoping that some students would have more than 500 points.

But unexpectedly, one day, there were more than a thousand living fathers.

"Click——"

With a soft click, the screen suddenly went black, freezing at "999" and extinguishing completely.

Wu Changkong stared at the malfunctioning instrument, remaining silent for a few seconds before recovering his composure. His voice, slightly hoarse, said, "The maximum capacity of this instrument is one thousand points."

He looked up at Su Qiu, his tone somewhat complicated. He thought he had already thought highly of Su Qiu, but he had underestimated him: "Your mental strength has exceeded the measurement range of this testing equipment."

Gu Yue's eyes were strange. She had long known that Su Qiu's talent was unprecedented among humans, but she had not expected that his mental strength would be so high.

Perhaps in front of the Silver Dragon King, this amount of spiritual power is as insignificant as a mayfly seeing the blue sky.

But for Gu Yue, who started from scratch after retaking the course, she could more clearly feel how terrifying this talent was.

That is the potential to replace Qingtian.

Su Qiu looked at the black screen of the instrument, pondered for a moment, and said to Wu Changkong, "My spiritual power should be at the mid-stage of the Spirit Sea Realm."

Originally it was in the early stage, but a few months ago it broke through to the middle stage because of Gu Yue.

When Xie Xie and the others heard his words, they blinked but didn't react much. They didn't know the probability of reaching the mid-stage of the Spirit Sea Realm.

Wu Changkong knew that the mid-stage of the Spirit Sea Realm required far more than a thousand points of spiritual power. Even he was only at that level.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in his heart, and put away the record sheet: "The mental strength test is over. Su Qiu's data is recorded as 'out of measurement range.' Next, we will conduct the strength test. Everyone, please gather in the next room."

However, the subsequent strength test took an unexpected turn.

This time, Zhang Yangzi's strength was the lowest, only a few dozen kilograms.

Xie Xie weighs over 100 kilograms.

The ancient moon weighs over 300 kilograms.

Next up is Wang Jinxi.

"Wang Jinxi!"

Upon hearing his name, the slender Wang Jinxi walked to the strength testing device and took a deep breath. The previous mental strength test had been humiliating; this time, it was his forte—strength—and he needed to shine.

"Bang!" The left-hand test was over, and the screen displayed "423 kilograms".

"Bang!" The right hand slammed down, and the number jumped to "468 kilograms".

With a combined strength of nearly a thousand kilograms in his arms, he was comparable to a pure strength-type Soul Master. Wang Jinxi was very satisfied with this result, considering he had just finished the promotion tournament and his arms were still injured and hadn't recovered.

Zhang Yangzi was quite satisfied with the result. He couldn't help but shout out, venting his frustration.

"Tang Wulin."

Wu Changkong's voice rang out, and the order of the strength tests was arranged from lowest to highest in his mind.

Tang Wulin walked up to the instrument, his eyes instantly lighting up. After absorbing the energy from the first layer of the Golden Dragon King's seal, he clearly felt that his strength had increased significantly.

He clenched his fists, and his bones cracked slightly as a faint aura of the Golden Dragon King emanated from them.

Na'er's expression changed slightly.

Tang Wulin struck down first with his left hand.

"boom!"

The screen displayed "1,156 kilograms".

The right hand followed closely behind.

"boom!"

The value soared to "one thousand three hundred and forty-eight kilograms".

Amidst the roar, Wang Jinxi, who had just been complacent, was dumbfounded. He knew that Tang Wulin was very strong, but he did not expect that the gap between him and Tang Wulin was so huge.

"Where's that scale of yours? Attach it back on and do it again," Wu Changkong said expressionlessly.

Tang Wulin raised his right arm, and pale golden scales instantly covered it. The rich aura of the Golden Dragon King made Wang Jinxi instinctively retreat. His martial soul even felt a trembling sense of submission.

Then Tang Wulin used the Dragon Claw, unleashing a force of nearly four thousand jin.

Gu Yue remained calm, as if he had expected this.

Na'er's eyes flickered uncertainly. The golden dragon's power was surging. It really was the Golden Dragon King.
"Next, Na'er."

Without any preparatory movements, Na'er slowly walked to the instrument, slightly raised her arm, and threw a seemingly ordinary punch.

"boom--!"

An even louder roar than before exploded, and the instrument actually blew up!

Smoke billowed out, and fragments of parts were scattered on the ground.

Are there any experts? !
Now, let alone Wang Jinxi.

Xie Xie was nearly driven mad. Agility-type Soul Masters are all about high attack and low defense. He was most afraid of opponents who could kill him with a single punch.

With a look of horror, Xie Xie kept glancing at the scattered parts on the ground. If he had been the one who took that punch, wouldn't he have been torn to pieces too?

Wu Changkong looked at the mess on the ground and remained silent for a few seconds. The upper limit of this instrument's testing capacity was ten thousand jin of force. Clearly, Na'er far exceeded that value.

He turned to look at Na'er, his voice tinged with helplessness: "How much power did you... use?"

"Not much, just a random punch."

At this point, Tang Wulin was just a younger brother in front of Na'er. He had only absorbed the first layer of the Golden Dragon King's seal.

Na'er, however, possesses a complete Golden Dragon Martial Soul. Not to mention, her Martial Soul is different from others.

Compared to other owners of the Golden Dragon Martial Soul in history, Na'er's Martial Soul is no different from that of a real Golden Dragon. It is the power that Gu Yue intercepted from the remaining divine power of the Dragon God when he escaped from the God Realm.

After the test ends.

Without clinging to Su Qiu any longer, Na'er walked quietly to Gu Yue's side. The two exchanged a tacit glance before turning away.

"Su Qiu." Wu Changkong shook his head after glancing at the exploded instrument: "Forget it, you don't need to test anymore. Let's stop here for today."

Having sparred almost daily, Wu Changkong knew very well how powerful Su Qiu was without needing to test him.

He left in a hurry, intending to go back and study the situation; there were too many monsters in Class Zero. He needed to figure out how to teach them properly.

He may not be able to teach much, but he must not teach wrong things.

He had never seen such a genius at Shrek Academy.

If Shrek Academy had these guys back then, what kind of genius would Wu Changkong be? He wouldn't even rank among them.

Thinking of this, even though Wu Changkong was cold, he couldn't help but mourn for the geniuses of this generation.

get out of class ended, but unlike usual, there was no cheering. Xie Xie, Wang Jinxi, and the others left dejectedly.

Actually, it wouldn't matter if they were easily defeated.

But this kind of pure numerical crushing is the real despair.

The sheer numerical values ​​starkly reveal the gap between them.

The scene that Su Qiu had envisioned—Na'er rushing up to play with him immediately after class—did not happen.

Watching Na'er leave with Gu Yue, the two were completely at odds with each other, and were in perfect harmony.

After thinking for a moment, Su Qiu decided to stop thinking about it if he couldn't figure it out. He didn't care about feelings.

Don't take the initiative, don't refuse.

He silently accepts when Na'er takes the initiative to cling to him, and he doesn't think much of it when she doesn't.

Never engage in internal strife.

At night, Na'er walked down the dark corridor and finally entered Gu Yue's room.

As soon as you enter, you see Gu Yue practicing makeup in front of her dressing table.

Na'er frowned slightly, not asking why she was practicing this, but instead saying, "When are we going to make our move?"

　Sorry for the late update today.

　　Family members, I also have something to say.

　　After I finished my night shift, I lay down on the bed and passed out.

　　Shift work is truly the most disgusting thing.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)