Chapter 77: Thousand-Jin Punch Power (Request Follow-Up)

“Bang! Bang!!”

The punching target shook more violently, the electronic screen’s data constantly changing.

“1157.3kg!”

“1156.9kg!”

Lin Qi delivered two more consecutive punches, finally obtaining an accurate punch force reading.

“My current punch force has already exceeded the limit of a First-Stage martial artist.”

“Huh~”

In the silent classroom, Lin Qi clenched his fist, his heart swelling with excitement.

Although he now had Qi blood value, punch force testing had not been neglected.

The average punch force for ordinary First-Stage muscle cultivators is around 1000 kilograms.

But Li Zhou was different—he was naturally strong, and at 9.8 Qi blood value, he could already deliver a punch force exceeding one thousand kilograms: 1036kg!

Yet Lin Qi, at 9.8 Qi blood value, now delivered a punch force of over 1157kg—over a hundred kilograms more than Li Zhou!

Though just a hundred kilograms short, that’s the gap of 1.0 Qi blood value!

This is the difference in their physical foundations.

“Test speed again!”

Lin Qi turned on the speed tester.

Two minutes later, Lin Qi became a gust of wind, roaring as he crossed the finish line.

“Ding! Ding!!”

Lin Qi slowed to a stop and looked at the tester’s screen—displaying the data: “19.5m/s!”

The average speed for a First-Stage cultivator at 9.99 Qi blood value is 18m/s.

He had surpassed the average by 1.5m/s.

Li Zhou, naturally bulky and powerful, had abysmal speed—only 16m/s.

After seeing these two sets of data, Lin Qi confirmed that at the same Qi blood value, his physical attributes completely surpassed Li Zhou’s.

With both strength and speed, plus his Dragon’s Vigor and Tiger’s Might talent, his stamina and endurance were no weak points.

He was already a mini hexathlete.

Lin Qi returned to his martial arts chamber, ingested a vitality tonic, applied Crimson Blood Ointment, and began today’s standing Zhuang training.

His Qi blood value and martial arts assessment had both exceeded expectations.

But in these final days, he still couldn’t relax—he’d improve a little more, every bit counted.

That way, his chance of upgrading to an A-class contract would be greater.

…

Days of full-speed sprinting passed slowly.

Before he knew it, the final exam assessment was here.

The day before the final exam

Chi Qiong Martial Arts Hall, Room A128

Guo Heng, clad in martial arts attire, threw himself entirely into training, wildly swinging his battle knife, unaware of the sweat dripping from his body.

“My Qi blood value and sword technique still aren’t strong enough—I still have room to climb higher in the rankings. I can’t let my sister down.”

…

Second High School, a certain martial arts chamber

Jiang Tao, bare-chested, sweat glistened on his bronze-toned skin.

He gritted his teeth, wildly swinging his battle knife as the wind howled.

Suddenly, his expression relaxed, then brightened with excitement.

“I broke through again!”

“I’ve finally got a grasp on my third killing technique—give me a little more time, and I’ll master it.”

“Brother Qi, sorry, but this time you’re going to lose to me,” Jiang Tao grinned with exhilaration.

…

In another chamber on the same floor.

Yu Jing’s body burned hot, steaming white vapor as if he’d been boiled alive.

Qi blood surged, thick momentum rising.

His handsome face twisted, expression dark, he punched out—his entire body’s Qi blood trembled, forging his muscles.

“Why?”

“After all this time, why haven’t I broken through 9.99 Qi blood value? Where haven’t I refined enough?”

His expression grew more frantic.

“Break through, damn it!”

He roared, thrusting his long spear wildly, his whole body like a venomous snake hissing in defiance.

…

January 6th, morning of the final exam.

The sky was overcast; the cool wind could not dispel the students’ inner restlessness.

In the principal’s office, Principal Jiang Zhiguang, dressed in a black uniform, stood holding a watering can, irrigating a potted plant.

Large patches of green had already appeared; tender sprouts pushed up from the soil, one slender shoot growing strong and strikingly prominent.

“You actually grew this plant!”

Zhang Cheng, on the sofa, stared at the green sprouts in the pot, amazed.

Jiang Zhiguang cradled the pot like a treasure and sighed:

“Time flies—before we know it, it’s final exam season. I wonder how much the grade rankings will change.” Zhang Cheng stood up, grinning:

“My gut tells me there’ll be big surprises—we can look forward to it.”

“I feel the same way!”

“I wonder how many families are waiting for these final exam results—they’ll decide countless fates.”

Jiang Zhiguang smiled too.

…

After a full day of academic exams

At 7:30 PM, the martial arts classroom, everyone gathered for warm-ups, noise filling every corner.

“I’ve trained my ass off for half a month—this final exam, I’ll definitely improve,” someone boasted.

“This time, I’m getting into the top 30,000—I’m going to one of the three top universities,” someone declared with gritted teeth.

Li Zhou crossed his arms, surveying everyone, calm, subtly towering above them all.

!

He was the undisputed number one in the grade; no one could challenge his position.

“This final exam, I’m aiming for the city’s top five. I’ll push for the provincial top ten.”

“I wonder—if I go national, can I break into the top hundred?” he thought silently.

“Bang!”

“Quiet!”

Zhang Cheng slammed his palm onto the Qi blood detector, a loud crash echoing—the entire classroom fell silent.

“The final exam has begun.”

“After a semester, it’s time to test your efforts.”

At these words, tension surged through the room.

Lin Qi’s expression was calm—he had nothing to be nervous about.

“I’ll call your name—you come up to test.”

“First, Xu Chenhui!”

From the quiet crowd, Xu Chenhui stepped forward, officially beginning the martial arts assessment.

“Candidate Xu Chenhui, Qi blood value: 7.62!”

“Decent,” Zhang Cheng commented casually.

“Yang Lei, Qi blood value: 7.63!”

“Average!”

…

One by one, students stepped forward to test; each had improved their Qi blood value to some degree.

The average Qi blood value was nearing 8.0.

“Candidate Chen Zichuan, Qi blood value: 8.76!”

“Very good!”

After hearing Zhang Cheng’s evaluation, Chen Zichuan’s expression grew excited.

“Could Chen Zichuan be copying Lin Qi’s path, climbing into the top ten of the grade?” someone gasped.

“That bookworm Zichuan? I’m not surprised he made this leap,” Jiang Tao gave a thumbs-up.

Lin Qi smiled—Chen Zichuan had truly taken off; his ranking would surely rise again.

Time flew by, and a few minutes later

“Next, Lin Qi!”

Zhang Cheng looked at Lin Qi, his eyes filled with anticipation.

“Lin Qi’s up—how much has he improved this time? Do you think his blood qi value is already 9.7?”

“Definitely 9.7, I’d bet on it,” someone declared firmly.

“Probably not—9.6 is more likely,” someone questioned.

Yu Jing heard this and sneered dismissively.

The others whispered among themselves, all eyes fixed curiously on the subject.

“Huh~”

Lin Qi felt the intense gazes of the crowd, took a deep breath, extended his arms, his frame now nearly one meter ninety, his broad palms gripping the metal arm bars before he unleashed all his strength.

“Boom!”

His muscles swelled, power surged, blood qi roared through him, and a mighty aura erupted from his body, spreading outward.

“Such a powerful aura!”

Li Zhou and Zhang Cheng’s expressions changed slightly.

Infrared beams swept over his body in an instant.

The next moment, data appeared on the electronic screen.

“Candidate Lin Qi, blood qi value: 9.91!”

Silence.

As soon as the data appeared, the classroom fell momentarily still, then erupted into chaos.

“No way—9.91 blood qi value? How long has it been?” someone shouted.

……

(End of Chapter)