Chapter 2 — The Strongest Waste Item in Martial Arts

“But I registered in area F…” The general supervisor took a deep breath, as if trying to control some emotions. “The machine in area F has a maximum limit of one hundred thousand.” “The one in area A has a limit of ten million.” “You go there and check again.” He paused for a moment and then added: “If the machine in area A also breaks…” He did not continue. But I noticed that his hand holding the tablet was clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. I followed him through the entire exam hall. If you want to go from area F to area A, you have to go through four areas B, C, D and E. On the way, countless eyes looked at me. I heard someone whispering: "Who is that person? Why is a person from area F with the general supervisor?" "It's not like cheating and getting caught, right?" "It doesn't look like a master, even dressed like that..." When passing by area C, out of the corner of my eye I saw a familiar figure. To Khai Minh. He was being interviewed by reporters, saying things like "the pinnacle of martial arts". The moment he turned his head to see me, he clearly stopped. Then frowned. Maybe he's thinking: Why is this trash here? I bowed my head and quickened my steps. Area A. The exam hall here is clearly different, the area is at least three times larger, the stands are filled with people, and there is also a live broadcast location. The testing machine in area A is also different. Its entire body is jet black, its surface is engraved with formations, looking like a miniature fortress. The general supervisor cleared his throat: "All candidates in zone A temporarily stop testing and make room." The whole school was in an uproar. "What's going on?" "Who is that person in the torn jacket?" "Is he from zone F? What do you mean by making us in zone A stop?" A young man with a muscular body stepped out. In front of his chest, he wore the tag "No. 1 in Area A", his face full of dissatisfaction. "General Supervisor, who is so ostentatious? We are all players in the top one hundred in Area A, how can we rely on that—" The General Supervisor looked at him. Those eyes were very calm, but the words of candidate number 1 in area A immediately stopped. "You can stand next to watch." The general supervisor said. “You'll understand after watching it.” Then he turned to me: “Go up, use all your strength and throw a punch.” I went in front of the inspection machine. Full force? I'm still not too sure what constitutes full force. Forget it, use a little more force than just now. I took a deep breath, retracted my right fist to my side. Generate force. With this right, I roughly used… three parts of my power? Whoosh— The air on the right path was torn apart. A white aura visible to the naked eye diffused out from the front of my fist. The hair of some people in the stands was blown away by the blast of air. Then— My fist touched the surface of the tester. The numbers started jumping. One hundred thousand. Five hundred thousand. One million. Haven't stopped yet. Eight million. Nine million. Nine million five hundred thousand— I heard the sound of metal groaning. The testing machine that was declared to be able to withstand a full-force blow from a Heavenly powerhouse began to have cracks appear on its entire shell. The line flashed crazily, as if it was desperately trying to maintain it. Finally, the number stopped at— 9,847,621. Then the battle died down. The tester is not broken. But all the formations on it were dark, as if the last bit of energy had been drained. A Thien Giai testing machine that cost more than a hundred million to manufacture was beaten to the point of complete failure. The whole school was as silent as death. Contestant No. 1 in Area A's face changed from dissatisfaction to surprise, then from surprise to fear. His lips moved but he couldn't say a word. The tablet in the general supervisor's hand fell to the ground. He didn't bend down to pick it up. Just stood there, staring at the number above

screen, the pupils shrunk to the size of a pinhead. "Isn't this still... full force?" His voice was dry. I retracted my fist and rolled my wrist. “About three parts.” I told the truth. A series of sounds of cold air were heard all around. Extremely clear. Area A was completely chaotic. But I don't pay too much attention. I was thinking about another problem— The machine just now had a maximum limit of ten million, and I used three parts of my effort to hit nearly ten million. So if I use all my strength... I quickly calculate in my head. A number that made my back run cold appeared. Impossible? I always thought I was very weak. At the age of five, he became a Great Grand Master. At the age of nine, he realized the laws of Heaven. In the To family, that is the standard of trash. But— What about outsiders? How old does an outsider have to be to become a Great Grand Master? How old do you have to be to comprehend the laws of Heaven? I suddenly realized that in the past eighteen years, I have never compared myself with anyone other than the To family. Never. This thought made my whole body stiffen in place. "To Dien." The general supervisor's voice pulled me back. He stood in front of me. His expression had returned to calm, but the shock in his eyes had not completely disappeared. "Second test, speed test. Do you want to continue?" "Continue." I want to know the answer.