Chapter 346: Do Not Mock the Poor Young!

Upon closer look, Zheng Xuelan's body was leaning toward the other side, but Lu Jing's face bore a hint of disdain......

What does that mean?!

Wang Yongge's mindset completely collapsed; the goddess he held sacred turned out to be worthless in others' eyes!

"Don't be fooled by his youth; his strength is formidable."

Zheng Xuelan forced a smile and said, "Congratulations, Wang Yongge, your combat power has broken the half‑million mark."

"Heh, this little brother is probably only in his thirties; no matter how strong he gets, he can't go that far."

Wang Yongge smiled lightly, taking Zheng Xuelan's words lightly.

The other party is indeed young, and his looks are indeed more handsome than his, but when it comes to strength, he is certainly no match.

Wang Yongge has that confidence.

Lu Jing was inexplicably mocked, his brows furrowed; he really wanted to stand up and punch Wang Yongge's sour face into his own stomach.

Just then, a staff voice came from the testing area.

"Please wait for the testing personnel to line up here!"

Amid the staff's shout, the few people who had been sitting beside Lu Jing stood up to line up.

"I'll go first."

Lu Jing stood, greeted Zheng Xuelan, and turned to walk inside.

After Lu Jing walked away, Wang Yongge's expression grew complicated.

"Zheng Xuelan, be honest with me—where did you find this person? Are you two really just ordinary friends?"

Zheng Xuelan glanced at Wang Yongge, snorted coldly, "Hmph, it's none of your business. I just like this type, is that a problem?"

"You!"

Wang Yongge's face turned iron‑blue in an instant, his chest rising and falling, "Even if you must look, you'd have to find someone like me—strong enough, background solid enough—rather than a weak, chicken‑legged pretty boy?"

"I haven't even undergone strength verification yet; how do you know I'm weaker than you? What if I'm stronger?"

Zheng Xuelan's eyes were full of sarcasm; she had once found Wang Yongge somewhat interesting, but compared with Lu Jing now, he was so beneath her she could barely bear to look.

"What a joke, you compare him to me—using his thirties to certify General Star? Dream on!"

Wang Yongge, furious, retorted, "If he can even flash three lights, that's lucky enough; he can't even reach the General Star passing line!"

Boom—

Boom—

From deep within the room came a series of violent collision sounds.

Wang Yongge and Zheng Xuelan both fell silent and looked inside.

It turned out the next person had begun the strength test.

The person, arms bare, hammered the crystal pillar punch after punch; his movements resembled Wang Yongge's closely, a power‑generation technique taught uniformly by the military district.

Ding!

Ding!

As he retracted his fist, the crystal pillar began to glow from its base.

It kept flashing up to the sixth tier before stopping.

The sixth light remained dazzlingly bright.

"Test result: 680,000 combat power!"

The staff glanced at the numbers on the crystal pillar and announced loudly.

"Good fellow, having late‑stage combat power while still in the mid‑stage of the Martial Marquis Realm is no small feat," Wang Yongge said, looking at the man who just punched, "I know him—Chen Qiu of the Fourth Military District, who entered the Martial Marquis Realm Mid‑stage half a year ago; seems he's improved a lot lately..."

"Indeed, look—who here isn't stronger than you?"

Zheng Xuelan laughed beside them, adding a cutting remark.

"This..."

Wang Yongge scratched his forehead, his face flushing, stammering, "But I'm still young—I'm only fifty this year, while Chen Qiu is nearly seventy!"

"Oh, that's true—you're still young; never mock a poor young man."

Zheng Xuelan sneered, then couldn't help glancing at Lu Jing, who was queuing nearby.

If we compare ages, there are already four people older than Lu Jing in the room.

She originally thought Lu Jing was about thirty‑seven or thirty‑eight, since a Martial Artist's appearance ages slowly because of cultivation.

Just from outward looks, it's hard to gauge a person's true age.

Just last night, Zheng Xuelan specifically asked her father for Lu Jing's personal file.

She was shocked to discover Lu Jing is actually only eighteen this year!

What a terrifying talent!

Wang Yongge, already in his fifties, still uses age as an advantage—it's laughably absurd.

But Zheng Xuelan didn't call him out, merely waited to see his joke unfold.

"Hehe, right? By logic, at my age I'm still in the youthful stage of life."

"What do you say? Should we pair up? I'm a potential stock; before I turn eighty I'll definitely break through to the Martial Lord realm!"

"In contrast, that kid Lu Jing—aside from his looks, what else is he stronger than me in?!"

Wang Yongge seized the moment to express his intentions to Zheng Xuelan.

The junior followers beside him echoed in agreement.

"Yeah, Sister Xuelan, our big brother's qualifications are right here; countless girls would covet them!"

"Which woman doesn't want to be a big sister‑in‑law?"

Zheng Xuelan instantly erupted, shouting, "What nonsense are you spouting about 'big sister‑in‑law'? This is a public place—can you be more mindful!"

Just as the atmosphere here was heating up, it finally became Lu Jing's turn at the testing site.

"Lu Jing, right? You're here to certify General Star?"

The staff member, holding a tablet computer, asked.

"Yes."

Lu Jing walked toward the crystal pillar, casually rolling up his combat uniform's sleeve, afraid that if he punched too hard later he'd tear the clothes.

"Whoa, this kid is really young!"

"So pale and tender, when did our military region get a new recruit?"

"Can he do it, coming to certify General Star at such a young age..."

"Rather than whether he can do it, I'm more curious how he got the General Star quota."

The few who had just finished testing their strength didn't leave either, instead standing aside and chattering away.

After all, it's the first time anyone has seen someone so young come to certify General Star.

Chen Qiu was among them, sneering: "He's probably just another guy like Wang Yongge, relying on connections upstairs."

"Tsk tsk, nowadays there are more and more people with connections in the military region."

Boom——

Just as those few were chatting and laughing, a deafening roar came, nearly lifting the roof off.

"Holy shit, an earthquake?!"

Several people staggered, unable to stand steady.

Dust and debris kept falling from the ceiling, and the chandelier swayed wildly.

Chen Qiu steadied himself and looked toward the direction the vibration came from......

At the same time, Wang Yongge and his group, who were chatting heatedly not far away, also turned their gazes over.

Everyone looked toward the center of the room, at the youth standing before the crystal pillar.

"I was saying, Wang Yongge......"

Zheng Xuelan covered her ears, speaking with a complex expression: "Is it possible that they're younger than you yet far stronger?"

This time Wang Yongge didn't retort, his mouth hanging open as he fell into a daze.