Gao Wu: Honey, don't cry, I'm truly invincible!

[Beep beep beep.........]

The force measuring machine started making a restless noise.

Soon, a mechanical female voice announced Qin Su's test data: [Strength: 20,600 kilograms! Beginner Martial Master Level!]

"Whoosh—!"

The leaders of Tianhe No.1 Middle School, who were initially skeptical of Qin Su, all stood up abruptly at this moment.

Qin Su's data made their eyes nearly pop out of their sockets!

These impressive figures caused even the unfamiliar bigwigs to subconsciously rub their eyes, making sure they weren't seeing things and that Qin Su truly possessed over 20,000 kilograms of strength. Subsequently, these bigwigs, who had already witnessed countless geniuses, were also stunned.

"Over 20,000 kilograms of force! Over 20,000 kilograms of force! My God, my God, that's the strength of a beginner martial artist!"

"He's still a high school student, right? A high school student at the martial arts master level? Are you kidding me?"

"When did such a monster appear in Tianhe Base City?!"

The podium erupted in chaos.

Some important figures, even with unstable auras, shattered everything around them, but they were completely unaware, only staring at Qin Su in shock.

It was as if I had seen something unbelievable.

"Holy crap! Is this real or a dream?" Lin Ce slapped himself twice, almost kneeling on the ground.

He also said that he could only be second in the whole school, but he didn't expect that there was Qin Su who was sixth!

Su Qingli staggered back two steps, incredulous. "Over 20,000 kilograms of force... is he even human? There must be something wrong with this new machine..."

Yang Xue, the homeroom teacher of Class 1, was also completely unable to remain calm in the audience.

She stared at the numbers Qin Su had typed out, her eyes wide with shock.

Everyone thought that Qin Su's punch with a force of 2,000 kilograms was already incredible, but unexpectedly, Qin Su actually punched with a force of 20,000 kilograms!

Good heavens, her strength is only a little over 19,000 kilograms!

Moreover, she is almost thirty years old this year, while her student Qin Su, an eighteen-year-old high school student, actually has the strength of 20,000 kilograms.

Her abilities were actually surpassed by her student!

A high school student at the beginner level of martial arts master? How is that possible?

If I remember correctly, Qin Su was only at the Martial Apprentice level before she was injured, right?

He was injured, so his strength shouldn't have dropped so drastically. How could he suddenly jump to the Martial Master level? This doesn't make sense...

"Quick, send me all his information. I want to take him on as my apprentice!"

At this moment, an important figure spoke up urgently, urging the principal of Tianhe No. 1 Middle School, his eyes filled with excitement at discovering a promising talent.

The other important figures also seemed to wake up from a dream, looking at Qin Su with excitement, their eyes like those of a bachelor who had been single for decades and had just seen a stunningly beautiful woman naked.

"This apprentice is mine!"

"No, it's mine!"

"Stop fighting over him! Besides me, who else can teach him?"

Seeing that a fight was about to break out, Wang Zhenjiang, the principal of Tianhe No. 1 Middle School, said with a wry smile: "Gentlemen, have you forgotten our mission? As long as he can enter the training camp, he will naturally become your student. Now, let's see if he is qualified to enter the training camp."

He was also secretly thrilled; he hadn't expected Qin Su to bring him such a pleasant surprise, besides Su Qingli. Now his promotion and fortune were practically guaranteed...

Upon hearing his words, everyone calmed down and nodded in agreement.

"That's right. If he's only strong but can't pass the subsequent tests, he'll eventually become just another ordinary person, and there'll be no point in taking him as a disciple."

"But the later tests are too difficult. In our entire Tianhe Base City, there are over 100 million eligible people of recruitment age, but so far, only a few hundred have passed. And those people are all the cream of the crop. Can this little guy really pass those tests?"

"However, according to the latest research findings in our country, only by passing those tests can one have a chance to become a true top expert. If you fail, no matter how well you perform now, you're not worth training..."

"Suspend the other students' tests for now, and arrange for Qin Su to take other tests as soon as possible. Let us see if our hopes were dashed."

Wang Zhenjiang walked up to Qin Su and patted him on the shoulder: "Although you were late, your performance on the test was pretty good. But that's not enough. The next test will be the real test. You have to give it your all."

"Are there any more tests?"

Qin Su asked curiously, "What kind of test is it?"

Wang Zhenjiang explained: "According to the latest research from the National Martial Arts Bureau, in addition to strength, the standards for measuring a martial artist should also include speed and nerve reaction ability."

"If you pass the next test, you can enter the startup training camp in Base City and become one of the trainees."

A startup training camp?

That sounds really impressive.

After Wang Zhenjiang patiently finished explaining, Qin Su walked towards the speed testing machine.

This is a huge testing system, consisting of a 100-meter track and a high-speed speed measuring device.

"According to the master, the speed level of a martial arts apprentice is ten meters per second, that of a martial arts warrior is thirty meters per second, and that of a martial arts master must reach seventy meters per second."

"I wonder if I can pass this test?"

With a hint of curiosity, Qin Su stood at the starting line of the track and silently adjusted her breathing to prepare.

boom!

As the testing system fired the starting gun, Qin Su darted out like lightning.

I felt like I had inexhaustible strength in my muscles, and I ran faster and faster. The wind and waves I cut through created a sharp whistling sound in my ears, and even the dust on the track was dragged up high.

whoosh-

Qin Su's figure blurred into a black shadow, flashing across the finish line of the 100-meter track, and the speed measuring system stopped timing.

"A 100-meter time of 1.13 seconds, or approximately 88 meters per second. This far exceeds the threshold for a beginner martial arts master and has reached the intermediate level!"

Wang Zhenjiang murmured to himself.

The group of important figures were also dumbfounded. Since the new standard for martial artists was established, most martial artists' speed could not keep up with their cultivation level. This was the first time they had seen someone whose speed was faster than their actual cultivation level.

Seeing their reactions, Qin Su knew that she had also passed the speed test, and her mood couldn't help but be slightly excited.

The system's enhancements were indeed comprehensive; however, he had only noticed the increase in his strength and hadn't paid attention to the improvements in other aspects.

Next is the test of neural responsiveness.

The testing machine is a huge instrument that looks a lot like a virtual reality game console, taking up a lot of space.

Test participants need to wear a special helmet, stand in the test area, and react instantly based on the holographic images displayed on the helmet screen.

It's similar to whack-a-mole; the tester needs to break the light ball the moment it briefly appears.

The light orbs exist for only one second, and there are initially ten of them, with the number increasing as the difficulty increases.

If you miss even one light orb, the difficulty of the test will stop increasing. The next wave of light orbs will have the same number as the previous wave. You can advance by destroying all of them, but the test will end if you miss three orbs in a row.

The test's performance standard is as follows: breaking ten targets per second represents a beginner martial arts apprentice level of neural reaction; breaking one hundred targets per second represents a beginner warrior level; and breaking one thousand targets per second represents a beginner martial arts master level.

"I wonder what level my reflexes are at?"

It's definitely very strong, but I don't know exactly how strong. Qin Su suppressed his anticipation, put on the helmet, and began the test.