Chapter 2: Jixian Wuguan

In the following days, apart from going to school during the day and maintaining his relationship with Luo Feng and Wei Wen, Zhou Yang devoted all his remaining time to grueling training.

With the assistance of the Meteor Tear, he didn't have to worry at all about his body being unable to handle it.

Every time he pushed his body to its absolute limit, the Meteor Tear would release a cool energy that coursed through his entire body, and in just a moment, all his fatigue would be swept away.

And he could throw himself back into frenzied training once again.

Through this constant cycle of pushing to the limit and recovering, his physical fitness was improving at a flying pace.

Unfortunately, his current strength was meager, and he could only passively utilize the Meteor Tear's simple function of restoring stamina.

Perhaps only after breaking through to the Planet Level, or even the Stellar Level, would he be able to further manipulate the Life Energy contained within the Meteor Tear to directly strengthen his physical body, and comprehend the spatial laws within it.

At this thought, Luo Feng temporarily recovered from the setback of his exam, and a confident smile appeared on his face.

"Hmm? Consecutive punches, exceeding one thousand kilograms? Who has that kind of strength? Or..."

In a flash, it was June 16th — the day the college entrance exam results came out.

Zhou Yang also smiled upon hearing this: "Hehe, it'll give you a big surprise!"

"Alright!"

Zhou Yang walked over and switched on the fist strength testing machine while smiling and speaking to Luo Feng.

"1010kg! Yangzi, you've been hiding your strength deep! That already exceeds the standard for the Quasi-Warrior Assessment!"

Over there, Luo Feng had just recovered from the disappointment of checking his results, and happened to be thinking of going to the Martial Arts Academy to test his current physical fitness, so he agreed without hesitation.

Then, his fist shot out like a bolt of lightning, slamming fiercely into the fist strength testing machine in front of him.

"Boom!"

Just like in the original story, on the third day of the exam, Luo Feng fainted in the examination room due to excessive nervousness.

Zhou Yang hung up the phone, grabbed a set of car keys off the table, and headed out the door.

Since the original owner was not the studious type, and Zhou Yang knew the plot well, he didn't take the so-called college entrance exam to heart, treating it merely as a way to relax between training sessions.

After the incident of fainting in the exam room, Luo Feng felt that his physical fitness had also improved greatly, and now brimming with confidence, he gave a faint smile and replied:

"Haha, that depends on your performance!"

"Feng, don't just talk about me — you try too!"

Then the young man prepared briefly before shooting out like an artillery shell, swiftly sprinting along the track.

Zhou Yang widened his mouth in feigned surprise.

In Villa No. 186 of Mingyue Community, inside the underground training hall, Zhou Yang's fist, charged with all his body's strength, slammed fiercely into the fist strength testing machine.

Hearing his words, Luo Feng didn't decline.

"Beep! Beep! Beep!"

He walked up to the fist strength testing machine, took a deep breath, then slowly stood firm. After a brief buildup, his right fist slammed like a cannonball onto the machine's fist target.

"Yangzi, how much has your strength improved lately? Don't let me leave you in the dust!"

But she didn't say much more, simply instructing the nanny, Aunt Wu, to add more premium meat to every meal to ensure her son's nutritional intake.

"Beep! Beep! Beep!"

Nearly a hundred kilograms higher than his own fist strength!

"Damn, Feng, you're the one hiding your strength! 1089kg — that's almost two hundred kilograms over the Quasi-Warrior Assessment standard! You must be on something!"

"This is..."

My Old Jiang's luck is exploding — to pick up two treasures at once!"

Soon, a row of numbers appeared on the speed testing instrument.

Zhou Yang hadn't expected the usually steady Luo Feng to crack a joke as well.

The night passed in a flash.

"Hey, Luo Feng, have you checked your results yet? How did you do? Four points short? That's a shame! Don't overthink it. Are you free? Want to go to the Jixian Wuguan and train for a bit?"

He didn't know whether he now met the standard for the Quasi-Warrior Assessment.

The fist strength testing machine emitted three crisp sounds in a row, and Luo Feng's eyes instantly lit up.

Amid Wang Shumei's encouragement, Zhou Yang stepped into the exam room with determination.

"27.6m/s!"

However, before he could speak, a scene that left him slightly stunned unfolded.

At this moment, the spacious training hall was completely empty — apart from Zhou Yang and his companion, there was no one else.

And along the way, score some goodwill points in front of Luo Feng at a crucial moment!

Unlike himself, who trained to the point of nearly coughing blood countless times every day, only just barely meeting the standard...

That evening, Zhou Yang didn't continue training. Instead, he took a shower and lay in bed early.

After offering some caring and encouraging words, his relationship with Luo Feng clearly took another step closer.

"Luo Feng, don't overthink it. Rest well. We brothers are men who are going to become Warriors — we can't be defeated by a little setback like this!"

Then, with a thought, he raised his hand and called Luo Feng.

After nearly a month of frenzied training, Zhou Yang's fist strength had risen from 835kg to 925kg — a surge of nearly a hundred kilograms!

This number already met the requirements for the Quasi-Warrior Assessment!

In other words, as long as his speed and nerve reaction speed met the standard, he could immediately apply for the Quasi-Warrior Assessment!

"Today is... after the college entrance exam ends, I'll go to the Jixian Wuguan and test myself!"

Saying that, he looked at Zhou Yang and asked with a smile:

"Alright, you wait for me, I'll come pick you up in a bit!"

"Beep! Beep! Beep!"

"925kg!"

Cultivating an outstanding genius under one's own command could also earn quite a few rewards.

"Son, do your best on the exam, don't put pressure on yourself!"

"This kid, his name is Luo Feng, right? His punching power exceeds 1000 kilograms, and his speed actually reaches 28.1 meters per second. He's already met the standard for the Quasi-Warrior Assessment, and if I remember correctly, this little guy just turned eighteen this year!"

"Yangzi, you're right. We're going to become powerful Warriors, how can we be brought down by this little difficulty!"

"Then I'll be waiting to see!"

A smile of delight appeared on the bald middle-aged man's face.

Looking at the numbers displayed on the screen, a smile of delight appeared on Zhou Yang's face.

Even though the renovated training hall had excellent soundproofing, muffled rumbling sounds still occasionally reached the outside.

He saw that Luo Feng, who had been in front of the testing apparatus, stepped aside, and a young man who looked about the same age as Luo Feng walked to the starting position of the testing apparatus's track.

Zhou Yang felt deep envy at this—just fainting once, and his physical fitness would undergo a massive explosion, easily reaching the standard for the Quasi-Warrior Assessment.

According to the plot, Luo Feng would faint from a headache during the college entrance examination, thereby missing the chance to get into the First Military Academy.

With a movement of his body, almost in the blink of an eye, he arrived at the entrance of the third-floor training hall, and then he saw a blurred afterimage flash rapidly past the front of the speed testing apparatus's track!

"28.1m/s."

Two young men wearing loose training clothes got out of the car and walked side by side into the third-floor training hall reserved for advanced students.

"This is... the notification sound for someone's punching power reaching 1000 kilograms. Who is it?"

On the fourth floor of this Martial Arts Academy, a bald middle-aged man dressed in black was inspecting training equipment.

Three familiar notification sounds rang out again. Zhou Yang looked at the display screen of the punching power testing machine, and a large number appeared on it—1089kg!

Luo Feng excitedly slapped Zhou Yang on the shoulder, feeling happy in his heart for his good friend as well.

Luo Feng merely smiled calmly: "This is what I earned through hard work and sweat. You still need to work hard, Yangzi!"

He could sit still no longer and quickly headed down the stairs.

He hurried forward and stared at the display screen of the punching power testing machine—"1010kg!"

He quickly adjusted the punching power testing machine, then slowly assumed his stance.

However, there was no need for Zhou Yang to remind him of anything. After all, Luo Feng's fainting this time was not an illness at all; on the contrary, his physical fitness would experience an enormous leap.

He stepped into a bow stance, bent his knees, twisted his waist, and clenched his fist, his back arching high. When the built-up momentum reached its peak, he twisted his waist, and a powerful force transmitted from his waist to his arm.

He rolled his eyes, then went to the side and turned on the speed testing apparatus.

Thinking of this, he nodded in gratification and walked down the stairs, preparing to have a good talk with Luo Feng, ideally to directly recruit him into joining the Jixian Wuguan.

Zhou Yang smiled modestly and took a few steps back to the side.

Soon, the day of June 6th arrived.

In his impression, after his previous unconsciousness, Luo Feng's physical fitness had undergone an enormous leap, far exceeding the standard for the Quasi-Warrior Assessment, and had even attracted the attention of Jiang Thousand Years, an instructor at this Jixian Wuguan.

His mind stirring, he recalled another matter.

Upon learning this news, Zhou Yang rushed to the hospital where Luo Feng was staying at the first possible moment.

The next day, Zhou Yang arrived outside the gate of Yi'an District First High School, accompanied by his mother.

"Finally met the standard!"

Soon, a modified black off-road vehicle with an extremely rugged appearance arrived in front of the Yi'an District Jixian Wuguan.

After the college entrance examination ended, Zhou Yang no longer needed to go to school, so he began spending entire days shut away in the underground training hall, training frantically.

While he was still puzzling over this, the familiar sound rang out again.

Zhou Yang didn't care much about his own scores; he just glanced at them casually, and sure enough, he hadn't reached the undergraduate threshold.

Looking at the numbers displayed on the testing apparatus, a trace of astonishment appeared on the bald middle-aged man's face.

Looking at her son who was obsessed with training, his mother Wang Shumei's eyes were filled with heartache.

A crisp sound came from downstairs, instantly drawing his attention.

"Come on, test your speed, let's see how it is now!"

"This must be Luo Feng's classmate, looks about the same age. Another young Quasi-Martial Artist!"

However, a tall building rises from the ground. He had been fortunate enough to obtain the heaven-defying opportunity of the Meteor Tear, already surpassing who knows how many people. He just needed to cultivate steadily, one step at a time!

Zhou Yang immersed himself in the pain of frantic training and the exhilaration of his strength rapidly improving, living each day with exceptional fulfillment.

"Feng, haven't you been wanting to see how much I've improved lately? Don't be too shocked later!"

"Then just watch!"

Looking at this number, the delight on the bald man's face could no longer be concealed.

"Goodness, an eighteen-year-old Quasi-Martial Artist. We've struck gold!"

As instructors of the Jixian Wuguan, their very duty was to cultivate and recruit outstanding Warrior prospects for the Martial Arts Academy.

"Beep! Beep! Beep!"

Luo Feng's heart stirred. Based on his two previous experiences of fainting, after fainting this time, his physical fitness should also undergo an explosive increase.

Zhou Yang chuckled.

With that thought, the middle-aged man no longer hesitated. He quickly went down the stairs to the third-floor training hall and called out:

"Luo Feng, you two, come over here!"

(End of this chapter)