Chapter 97: Inheritance Rights

So-called High-Quality Gene refers to being excellent in all aspects; the specific direction of development requires the tempering of the environment and self-awakening, whereas people like Huo Ying and Zuo Xiaotang belong to those whose optimization direction is fixed from birth.

"Ma Long, not bad, your potential is actually the highest," Lu Ying said with a smile. A genetic potential of 98 is truly the best of the best. No wonder this guy can still get good grades while being leisurely all day. Of course, if we are talking about laziness, Zuo Xiaotang takes first place, with a 25% activation rate.

Ma Laoshi gave a smug smile. Just kidding, he is the embodiment of handsomeness and strength. "Look at Hao Ge's. I've wanted to ask for a long time. Being all coy, are you afraid of discouraging us?"

It wasn't just Ma Long; everyone was very curious. Lu Ying tapped the instrument, and the final report came out.

"Li Hao, 60, 1.02%, overly primitive. Suggest adjustment or no inheritance."

Everyone looked at each other in dismay. Li Hao just rubbed his nose. Suggesting adjustment was one thing, but what did "no inheritance" mean?

"Damn, no way, Team Leader, you have a bit of a problem here. I'm very panicked. How about considering yielding the Team Leader position to me?" Huo Ying flexed his muscles very handsomely. "Everyone can trust this iron-like body of mine, this explosive power. My arms are your solid reliance!"

No one paid him any mind. Let alone Gao Yunfeng, they all wanted to hammer this guy.

"Did the instrument malfunction? Although Hao Ge isn't as handsome as me, not as humorous as me, and his talent is slightly worse than mine, he should at least be better than Zuo Xiaotang. He has strength too, so how could it be this result?" Ma Long kicked the instrument a few times. "Should we re-test?"

Li Hao waved his hand. "No need. It was like this before too. In every million people, there will be a case of genetic atavism. I probably belong to that type. It doesn't quite fit modern aesthetics, but it's fine. I feel I can still grow and strive for the inheritance rights as a Human."

Tan Ziyuan and Lu Ying couldn't help but chuckle. They didn't expect Li Hao to be quite humorous. Among the boys they had come into contact with, many were very concerned about such data, especially those with high genetic potential who claimed to be a superior race and possessed extensive mating rights and so on.

"Are you really not considering me?" Huo Ying pointed at himself, feeling a bit unwilling. Why didn't everyone believe in him?

"Huo Ying, use your brain. Li Hao was selected for the Tianqi Youth Class. Can you do that?" Lu Ying couldn't stand this big black egg.

It was just that Li Hao's genetic potential was too strange. He was the average among average people. That was fine, but why was the development value so low, and with a decimal point at that?

Zhou Naiyi and Wuzang had never paid much attention to it. After all, he was someone who had been selected for the Tianqi Youth Class. The value of 60 was also very interesting. Since the advent of Gene Modification, the higher-ups had actually discovered a strange phenomenon: those with 60 were an X-factor. Although most were ordinary people, occasionally some uncontrollable, bizarre situations would indeed occur.

"Next is the second item, strength test. Huo Ying, this is your specialty. Seeing you are so confident, go first. Three consecutive punches, full power, okay?" Tan Ziyuan smiled and changed the subject in time. Looking at Li Hao's expression, there was no sign of embarrassment. Fortunately, they were all their own people. If this got out, whether he could keep his position as Team Leader would be a question; at the very least, it would be a round of criticism and questioning.

"Hehe, this is my specialty, so I won't be polite. Don't be too shocked!" Huo Ying had long been impatient. Tan Ziyuan and Huo Ying could be considered acquaintances; they were both in the third year, and Tan Ziyuan had interviewed him once.

He took off his top, revealing iron-like black muscles. It was real. The girls didn't really appreciate this kind of muscle beauty; it was a bit over the top. But Ma Long and the others were clicking their tongues. Wuzang was already very fierce, a famous little steel cannon, but Huo Ying was a rocket launcher.

Huo Ying wasn't in a hurry; he loosened up his body and adjusted his breathing. Three punches was the currently popular testing method; continuous bursts in a short time could more deeply understand one's strength potential.

When everyone was looking at Huo Ying, Huo Ying's spirit was even higher. Perhaps he had some technical problems, but in terms of strength, he was the king.

He took a deep breath, and his muscles were visibly bulging. Following a roar, a right-hand swing punch was thrown out directly. Boom... Boom... Boom...

A right-hand swing punch followed by a left-hand swing punch, and finally a right-hand straight punch.

1080 kg, 950 kg, 1200 kg.

"How is it? Handsome, right? My condition today is average; I can hit over 1500 at my peak!" Huo Ying said smugly. When it came to strength, he had never yielded to anyone.

"Not bad. Next, Zuo Xiaotang, your turn."

Zuo Xiaotang looked bewildered. "Why me?"

"The order from the last round. Hurry up, don't dawdle," Ma Long said. Damn, this guy is simply a muscle monster; he couldn't let someone as handsome as himself be the warm-up act.

Zuo Xiaopang's stance was quite on point, but the three punches he threw were 650, 400, and 520 respectively.

Zuo Xiaopang blushed a little. Damn it, why test this when there are girls around? The key was that there was a comparison right before him.

Simply put, this was a typical manifestation of insufficient training. His left-hand strength was too weak, and the continuous attack of his right hand was clearly weakened. He had all the problems he should have.

"Zuo Xiaopang, you need to train this. In the future, come with me when you're free. After two months, I guarantee your fat will turn into muscle." Huo Ying was quite familiar, pulling Zuo Xiaotang to promote himself. However, Zuo Xiaotang had no interest at all; he would rather contribute any spare time he had to his own hobbies.

It was Zhou Naiyi's turn. Three consecutive right-hand straight punches: 850, 960, 1020.

The handsome, standard movements were done in one go, immediately drawing cheers from Tan Ziyuan and Lu Ying. This was absolutely impressive. Not only was the strike time very fast, but the strength level progressed—this was a true expert. In actual Mecha combat, she could perform continuous high-pressure attacks.

"Class Monitor is capable, fast and standard. If the time limit were relaxed, she could improve by at least ten or twenty percent," Li Hao laughed.

"Li Hao, buttering me up is useless," Zhou Naiyi said. "Wuzang, it's your turn. Set a benchmark for us!"

"I heard the Wu Family has a Breathing Method that can produce heavy punches. Let us see it!" Huo Ying was still quite smug; he held a firm grip on the strength aspect.

Li Hao and the others choosing him was absolutely correct, and a man like himself who could be relied upon looked like material for a Team Leader no matter how you looked at it.

Wuzang glanced at Li Hao, and Li Hao nodded. "Bring out your strongest strength. We are comparing ourselves to the entire Federation."

"Alright!" Wuzang nodded. He had sparred with Li Hao; although there was no pure strength contest, he could fully receive attacks in close-quarters combat, so the requirement for strength was quite necessary.

Wuzang didn't take off his clothes like Huo Ying, nor did he have exaggerated breathing or roaring. His whole person suddenly entered a calm state, and the next second, he struck.

Boom...

Right-hand punch: 1100 kg!

Following closely was the left-hand punch... 1250 kg!

After the two punches, Wuzang's whole body was like a spring compressed to the limit. His entire body twisted as one, and his eyes suddenly emitted a sharp light as he threw a punch.

Boom...

1680 kg!

The whole room was silent, especially Huo Ying, whose jaw almost dropped. Holy crap, what kind of strength is this? Is this the Wu Family? Supernova?

"Good, not bad. As expected of our little steel cannon. Huo Ying, you thought the Supernova title was just blown out of proportion? He also has a firm grip on the strength aspect," Ma Long laughed.

Huo Ying's eyes glowed green. "Not bad. This is the first time I've seen someone with such sufficient strength. We can spar more in the future."

Wuzang's explosive power was strong, but his continuous burst could definitely compare, after all, his physique and stamina were there; he wouldn't be self-deprecating about this point.

"Pure physical strength, Huo Ying should be a bit stronger, but Wuzang's force-exertion technique and internal energy cultivation are quite a bit better. You two should spar more, it's definitely okay," Li Hao said.

"Alright, it's my turn. I should have known I should have gone after Zuo Xiaotang."

Ma Long also stepped up. His three punches were 700, 750, and 890 respectively.

Tan Ziyuan and Lu Ying also nodded, especially Lu Ying, whose eyes were shining. The physical training and physical requirements for the Starship Department were much easier than those of the Mecha Department. Besides, with Ma Long's personality, he probably hadn't gone to train his body a few times in a year, though he had been persistent in a certain type of exercise, which he had bragged about in the dormitory.

Most girls are actually like salted duck eggs; they only fully open up when among close friends. Sometimes, their feelings about details are also very worthy of discussion.

The chats between best friends, especially when they get into the groove, reach a level of intensity that boys cannot imagine.

"Sigh, no way. Being handsome often covers up my other advantages," Ma Long flicked his hair dashingly. He had no idea what Lu Ying was thinking. "Hao Ge, it's your turn. Show us a thing or two. As Team Leader, don't hold back."

Everyone looked at Li Hao. The key was that the genetic test was too painful. No matter the situation, although everyone didn't say it out loud, they were quite uneasy in their hearts. This thing is talent; talent determines the upper limit, and effort determines the lower limit. So, someone like Ma Long could definitely be cultivated, but as Team Leader, if Li Hao really wanted to lead everyone far, he had to show some real skills. Otherwise, not to mention whether he could convince the crowd, how would he face opponents in the future?

He couldn't just tell everyone he met that he was a former member of the Youth Class. A hero shouldn't dwell on past glory.

Now it wasn't just over after finishing the school tournament; that was truly the beginning. Whether it was the principal or the students of Tianjing Mecha, everyone was full of anticipation and... worry.

That was genuine concern.

Li Hao came before the force tester and loosened his wrists; the last time he had used this thing was back in the Youth Class, and since he had taken on this job, he had to show something for it.

"Hao Ge, come on, try to break the machine with one punch!" Ma Long said, cupping his hands around his mouth, "Let this big dummy see what you've got."

"I'm not a dummy!" Huo Ying immediately objected.

Li Hao walked up to the instrument, didn't prepare at all, and his right fist shot out in a second, *pu pu pu*...

Three punches were blasted out in an instant.

As soon as the third punch was thrown, Li Hao knew he was in trouble; he had only retracted a portion of the force, but it was already too late.

*Crack*...

The fist punched right through...

It split open...