Chapter 7: Wu Tong

Soon Chief Instructor Wu Tong of Yangzhou Cheng's Extreme Hall led a group of people hurriedly to the sixth‑floor training hall.

"Old Zhou, you're not bragging, are you?"

Just upon entering the hall, Wu Tong asked hurriedly.

But the next second he saw Zhou Yang standing beside Zhou Yong, and a hint of surprise appeared on his face.

He naturally still remembered Zhou Yang.

After all, yesterday he had overseen Zhou Yang and others' Quasi-Warrior Assessment, and Zhou Yang was one of the two most outstanding Warriors among that batch, so he was naturally impressed.

"Yes, Chief Instructor."

He let out a low shout.

Neural response test—Intermediate Warrior grade excellent! Advanced Warrior grade qualified!

"Bang!"

"Good! Haha!"

According to the Martial Arts Academy's qualification grading, Zhou Yang's first cultivation of Gene primal energy fist power surged by 3500 kilograms, which is definitely a monster‑level prodigy.

And the Extreme Hall he oversees in Yangzhou Cheng had not seen a talent of this level for many consecutive years.

"Yes, Chief Instructor!"

He gave Zhou Yang a heavy pat on the shoulder and asked excitedly:

"Zhou Yang, you succeeded in cultivating the Gene primal energy cultivation method, right?"

Zhou Yang responded with a sound and quickly walked toward the runway of the speed testing device.

Zhou Yong grinned at the words: "Haha, of course that's my son. I just finished testing him; his fist power is close to 4700 kilograms, solidly at the Advanced Warrior level!"

After all, in the original work, Luo Feng's first cultivation of Gene primal energy raised his fist power by over 2000 kilograms, which already drew the Martial Arts Academy's attention and led them to sign a contract with him early.

"Zhou Yang, right? Quickly, give me a full‑force punch to see!"

He hurried to the fist power testing machine, first adjusted his breathing, then his body instantly exerted force, and his right fist, like a giant python bursting from a hole, hammered heavily onto the machine's target.

His own first cultivation of fist power rose by more than 3500 kilograms, nearly reaching twice Luo Feng's, and it was no wonder Wu Tong got excited upon learning this!

Zhou Yang looked up at his father Zhou Yong standing nearby, saw that he said nothing directly, only smiled broadly at him.

Now it's good; our Extreme Hall in Yangzhou Cheng will also have its own monster‑level prodigy!

"By the way, signing the contract early still requires the headquarters' assessment; let's go, come with me to the main urban area right now!"

"Yes, Chief Instructor!"

While on the road, Wu Tong had already reported Zhou Yang's situation upward, and at this time the General Hall had already arranged people to test Zhou Yang.

A line of numbers clearly appeared on the fist power testing machine's screen—4680kg.

During the conversation, Zhou Yang caught sight of a vast area ahead.

"Joining Jixian Wuguan early?"

Chief Instructor Wu Tong quickly came to his senses and shouted toward Zhou Yang.

The entire Jiangnan Base City has 200 million people; talents like this may not even appear three or two per year.

Receiving Zhou Yang's definite reply, Wu Tong excitedly clapped his hands hard.

Beyond the extending silvery courtyard wall stood a towering deep‑blue skyscraper, and on its façade were four huge characters visible from several miles away—Jixian Wuguan!

"This is the Extreme General Hall! Our Jixian Wuguan headquarters is in Jiangnan City," Wu Tong said.

"So, my Jixian Wuguan can directly sign a Warrior contract with you, letting you join the Wuguan early; do you agree?"

"Brother Wu, they're already waiting inside; the elders told you to go straight in."

Upon receiving confirmation, Wu Tong's face lit up even more; his eyes gleamed as he stared at Zhou Yang, as if looking at a Supreme Treasure.

"Zhou Yang, you succeeded in the Gene primal energy cultivation method on your first try, and your fist power surged by over three thousand kilograms; such talent ranks among the top in my Jixian Wuguan's myriad Warriors."

Several Warriors, including Chief Instructor Wu Tong, rushed forward, crowding to look at the display screen.

Outside the courtyard walls of the Extreme General Hall, every spot has soldiers on real armed duty, and the whole Extreme General Hall feels like an armed‑to‑the‑teeth monster.

As they walked, Wu Tong also briefed Zhou Yang on some matters to note.

Zhou Yang didn't hesitate and called out, "Uncle Wu," confidently.

When he saw Zhou Yang's youthful face, the shock on his face deepened a few more degrees.

Just one night, and it surged over three thousand kilograms?

Speaking, he shouted low toward the armed soldiers beside him:

"Let them pass!"

Zhou Yang turned his head to look at his father, saw him nod slightly, and respectfully replied:

"4700kg! My god!"

The main gate of the Extreme General Hall was a full hundred meters wide, with rows of soldiers gazing around.

"How much!"

While saying that, he lifted Zhou Yang and walked outward, shouting to Zhou Yong as they went:

"Old Zhou, you go back first; we'll set a place tonight, and I'll have a good feast on you."

The testing machine's target wobbled, then a series of beeping electronic prompts sounded.

An hour later, in Jiangnan Base City's central district, Wu Tong led Zhou Yang off the intercity train, hurrying toward the Extreme General Hall located there.

Zhou Yang nodded in agreement; he had already guessed who Wu Tong was referring to.

"4680kg! Good boy."

"Chief Instructor, I am willing to join Jixian Wuguan!"

Hearing Zhou Yong's words, several Warriors behind Wu Tong were startled, their gazes all fixed on Zhou Yang beside him.

After seeing the numbers on the display, Wu Tong and the others inhaled sharply, turning their heads to stare at Zhou Yang as if he were a monster.

"Huh? Is this kid your son?"

Speed—65 m/s!

Soon the results of the other two tests also came out.

"Ha ha, we've got a monster‑level genius right here in Yangzhou Cheng!"

However, the crucial problem is that the one who just delivered that punch force is only 18 years old! Too young!

"Zhou Yang, today a supervising official will observe your test. Perform well; this official loves to invest in talent. If you can catch his eye, you might gain extra benefits."

"Understood, Uncle Wu!"

Because of that, he always feels like he has an enemy in front of a crowd of rivals.

Zhou Yang's heart stirred, yet he showed no overly excited expression.

He took a deep breath, gave Wu Tong a firm nod, and replied:

"Let those who always flaunt their own geniuses in front of me wait and watch; let's see whose genius is truly stronger!"

His smile faded, becoming solemn, and he asked Zhou Yang:

"It sounds a bit dreamy, doesn't it?"

"Quick, measure the speed and neural reaction!"

His excitement surged, and he gave Zhou Yang's shoulder another heavy pat, laughing:

"No matter what chief instructor you call me, just call me Uncle Sheng!"

Especially Wu Tong—he just conducted Zhou Yang's Quasi‑Martial Artist Assessment yesterday; if I recall correctly, his punch force was just over a thousand kilograms at the time.

At that moment Wu Tong's delighted expression could no longer be hidden; his excitement flushed his face.

Seeing Wu Tong and the other arrive, a one‑armed man with a scar on his face waved from afar.

A punch that can deliver 4,680 kg of force isn't rare; in this Bright Moon Community there are at least several hundred Warriors capable of that value.

Zhou Yang nodded in response.

Zhou Yong naturally replied with a cheerful nod, "No problem, brother—don't leave for a few nights, let's hang out together."

"Alright, thanks, brother!"

Wu Tong smiled and nodded, leading Zhou Yang through the Route cleared by the soldiers straight into the main entrance of the Extreme Hall.

(End of chapter)