"You want to test your fist power, the equipment is over there." Yang Wu said, pointing to the wall on the left-hand side.

"It just so happens that I haven't tested it for half a month, so let's go over and take a look."

Yang Wu proposed, and immediately took the lead in walking over.

Fang Nan stepped forward to follow.

There are two boxing strength testing machines standing next to the wall, side by side, the target is outside, and the data shows that the screen is directly above the target.

Yang Wu walked over, turned on the power of the one, and flicked the switch on it twice, the red light on the instrument flashed, and the didi sounded twice, which was regarded as turning on the test machine.

Yang Wu turned his head and smiled: "You first or me first?" ”

Fang Nan smiled:

"It's better for me to be ugly first, Brother Yang's physique has reached the standard of a martial artist at a glance, and I haven't been a senior student for long, if I am behind you, the gap is too big and ugly."

Yang Wu smiled and didn't say much, he had a good impression of this newcomer, at least he was modest, not like many senior students were very arrogant, especially some rich children.

Fang Nan stood in front of the boxing target, breathing intently, the whole body relaxed, suddenly his eyes froze, and suddenly his temperament instantly became sharp, and the muscles in his back were extremely tense.

The force under his feet was violently transmitted to his waist and hips, and the power was transmitted to his right shoulder layer by layer, and the power was transmitted to his right shoulder, Fang Nan's right fist smashed out, like a heavy hammer, crossing an arc, and with a 'bang', it smashed on the target.

The target trembled.

The next moment, a line of numbers appeared on the screen of the test instrument - "708kg".

Fang Nan's heart moved, it turned out to be more than 700 kilograms, which seemed to be a little higher than his own expectations, he thought it would be good to have more than 600.

Yang Wu nodded slightly and said:

"600 kilograms of boxing power can be regarded as a senior student, more than 700 kilograms, among all senior members, it is also a good level, but there is still a distance from the requirements of the quasi-martial artist, and I still need to work hard."

"Try a few more punches." Yang Wu instigated.

Bang bang bang!

Fang Nan kept his center of gravity and threw several punches again.

“712kg。” “699kg。” “705kg。”

The numbers didn't change much, Fang Nan also almost knew the power of his ordinary punch, if he used internal strength and moves, he could easily surpass the assessment standards of a quasi-martial artist.

When Fang Nan threw a punch, a man and a woman came from behind them, as if they were also here to test their fist strength.

"700 kilograms of punches is not good."

Seeing Fang Nan's fist power, the man snorted coldly in disdain.

The girl in the purple practice uniform next to him has a slender figure, a good appearance, a towering chest, and a cold temperament, although she did not speak, but there was a trace of contempt in her eyes.

700 kilograms of fist power, in their eyes, is really nothing.

Yang Wu turned his head, glanced at the visitor unhappily, and said, "Zhang Haobai, what do you have to be proud of?" Do you know how long he has been a senior cadet? It's only been less than half a month! ”

"In less than half a month, in less than half a month, you have increased your fist power by 100 kilograms?" The young man known as Zhang Haobai widened his eyes in disbelief.

The girl in the practice uniform also stared, and her gaze towards Fang Nan became a little different.

Yang Wu snorted and said, "You won't see for yourself the date of issuance on his student certificate." ”

Both of them looked over, and sure enough, they saw that the date of issuance of the trainee's certificate was May 21.

The date of issuance is May 21st, and now it is June 4th, which is only a little more than ten days, and it is very exaggerated to increase 10 kilograms of boxing power a day.

Yang Wu knew that people like Zhang Haobai and Liu Ting next to him belonged to the children of rich families.

There are nutrients and supplements to take every day, and the strength of the fist can be improved by one kilogram every day. If it weren't for the family's training, it is estimated that these people would not even be able to meet the standard of senior students.

For this kind of student who relies on his family background and is still very proud, Yang Wu has always looked down on it, thinking that it is a flower in a greenhouse.

Zhang Haobai thought for a while and sneered: "Maybe his strength has already reached the standard, but he has only recently tested it." ”

Fang Nan didn't bother to explain anything, if he let these people know that his strength had increased by more than six hundred kilograms overnight, I don't know how they would feel.

This is not too much of an exaggeration, in the world of devouring planets, geniuses, monsters, and a two-thousand-kilogram increase in strength overnight can happen.

Yang Wu stepped forward and threw a random punch at the target.

'Bang', the fist fell like a cannonball.

Immediately, the target jumped, and the screen showed '968kg'.

"The air here is not good, let's go."

Glancing at the values, Yang Wu said to the south of the party.

The corners of Zhang Haobai's eyes jumped, and Yang Wu's random punch had a strength of more than 900 kilograms, which already surpassed the quality of a quasi-martial artist.

Even if he has some background in his family, he doesn't want to provoke a guy who is likely to become a quasi-martial artist within a month.

After Fang Nan and the two left, Zhang Haobai and Liu Ting conducted boxing tests respectively.

Zhang Haobai's fist power, the highest score is 862kg.

Liu Ting's best score is 874kg, which is actually higher than Zhang Haobai.

This made Zhang Haobai's face a little unbearable.

Knowing that Zhang Haobai was interesting to her, when Liu Ting drank water, she said intentionally or unintentionally: "My boyfriend must not be weaker than me, at least at the level of a quasi-martial artist." ”

Liu Ting, with good looks, a great figure, and a wealthy family, is also a senior student in the martial arts hall, and is a goddess-level beauty recognized by the entire martial arts hall.

Zhang Haobai has a lot of intentions to pursue, but he has never received a clear answer.

Now that he heard it, it was clear to give him a chance, and Zhang Haobai immediately patted his chest and promised:

"Xiaoting, I will definitely pass the quasi-martial artist assessment at the beginning of next month!"

…

On the other side, Fang Nan, accompanied by Yang Wu, began to conduct a speed test.

"Let's go!"

At the other end of the runway, Yang Wu turned on the speed tester and waved his hand.

The moment Fang Nan stepped onto the runway, the test camera had already begun to work.

The length of the entire runway reaches 60 meters.

Without exerting any acceleration abilities such as light skills, wind resistance, and divine foot skills, Fang Nan only relied on the strength of his physical body to swing his legs quickly, pedaling hard with both feet, and soon reached the top speed and rushed towards the test area.

Sou!

The whole person crossed the test finish line like a gust of wind, and then slowed down and stopped.

"How?" Fang Nan asked with a smile.

"Yes, 22.3 meters per second, your speed is closer to the quality of a quasi-martial artist than your strength." Yang Wu looked at the numbers on the instrument in surprise and praised repeatedly.

His own speed is only about 24 or 25 meters per second, and he is about to catch up with him.

Hearing the praise, Fang Nan was not very happy, his goal was to surpass the planetary level of the God of War.

Planetary level, there is a planet entrenched in the sea of knowledge (mind), which can fly to the sky and the earth, and produce supernatural powers, in his opinion, it is equivalent to the golden pill period of immortal cultivators.

And the martial artist, for these martial arts students, may still be unattainable, but in his eyes, that is, the apprentice in the qi refining period, he is just getting started.

Yang Wu also tested the speed, 25.1 meters per second, barely up to the standard, he was very happy, hoping that when the assessment, he could also play at the same level.

"Finally, let's test the speed of nerve reactions."

Fang Nan and Yang Wu stood still before coming to a small room, and Yang Wu said expectantly.