Chapter 5 — The Strongest Waste Item in Martial Arts

“Specific data?” “The strength test exceeded the limit of the Heavenly Stage tester. The speed test exceeded the capture limit of the watch. In actual combat, just using the force of snapping my fingers broke my full-power defense state.” The other end was silent. Silence for a long time. So long that I assumed communication had been cut off. Then the cold female voice said: "Stay at the scene. We'll be there within fifteen minutes." The communication was cut off. Trieu Thiet Son breathed a sigh of relief and turned to me. "Kid, now just sit here. No matter who calls, you can't leave." "Why?" "Because fifteen minutes later, the person who comes here may be the strongest person you've ever met in your entire life." He stopped. "Maybe you're also... the strongest young person he's ever met in his entire life." I sat on the bench in the examination room, a bit bewildered. Everything developed so quickly. This morning, when I left the house, I was still thinking about what book to buy. Now the people of the Martial God Palace are about to arrive. I lowered my head to look at my faded, washed jacket, brushing off the layer of dust that had stuck to the sleeve for some time. For some reason, my grandfather's words suddenly appeared in my mind—“This grandchild is considered completely disabled.” I suddenly wanted to call my family. Tell them what happened today. But soon, I gave up this thought. Even if you call, no one believes you. I have been a waste worker for eighteen years. Even if I said I used a punch to start the test engine, they probably just thought I was crazy. Stop it. Let them continue to think I'm trash. Anyway, I'm used to it. Just as I was thinking, my phone vibrated. Display name: Dad. I was stunned and received the call. "Dien Nhi, where are you?" "I'm out buying books." "Oh..." The other end stopped for a moment. "Today my cousin participated in the exam and won first place in area C. My grandfather was very happy and told the whole family to eat together to celebrate tonight. I'll go home a little early."First place in area C. 867.431. I looked at the performance display hanging on the wall of the testing room— My strength record: 9,847,621, three parts strength. 11.4 times more than To Khai Minh. But these are only three parts of my power. "Dien Nhi? Did you hear that?" "I heard that." I said. “I'll be home soon.” I hung up the phone. In the evening, the whole family gathered to eat and congratulate To Khai Minh. Okay. I will go. To family. Seven o'clock in the evening, main hall. Two round tables were placed next to each other, filled with people. Grandfather To Chan Son sat in the chair, on the left was my uncle To Chien Bac, on the right was my father To Chien Thien. To Khai Minh sat in the "seat of honor" next to his grandfather, in front of him was wearing the first-place gold medal in zone C of the exam. His performance today was truly outstanding. Winning first place in zone C nationwide means that among his peers, he is in the absolute top ranks. But his face is not good. I can see it. The frustration silently showed from the strength of his grip on his chopsticks. Because of being rejected at the door of area A during the day. He didn't tell the truth to his family. The assistant's news was: "The equipment had a problem, To Dien caused a joke at the exam center." After hearing this, Grandpa repeatedly shook his head: "This child, embarrassed him until the national exam." When I arrived, everyone had already started eating. I pushed the door open and walked in, more than ten eyes immediately looked over. The eldest uncle's daughter, cousin To Uyen Ninh, put down her chopsticks, smiling on the outside but not smiling on the inside: "Oh, brother Dien is here. What books can I buy today?" "Can't buy it, it's out of stock." "Oh, why buy books? I don't understand anyway." She smiled, turned to talk to the person next to her. "Reading martial arts books is useless. It's better to buy a cooking book so you can make it later

chef for Mr. Khai Minh." The people around laughed along. I didn't pay attention to her, found a place in the corner and sat down. Grandfather raised his cup above: "Today is a happy day for Khai Minh! First place in zone C in the national exam! Is the face of our To family! Come on, everyone raise their cups!" Everyone raised their cups. I raised them too. "Khai Minh..." Grandpa put down his cup, his face full of satisfaction. "I told you, first place in area C is just the beginning. Next year, continue to try, advance to area B, even..."He lowered his voice, his eyes flashed. "Advanced to area A."To Khai Minh finally smiled. That smile carried arrogance and ambition. "Grandpa, rest assured. Give me three years, I will definitely enter Area A.” “Good!” Grandpa slammed his hand on the table. “Have courage! As expected of the To family's unicorn!" The whole table clapped. I silently took a sip of soup. Three years into area A. Today I was in area A, using a punch to destroy their testing machine. But I didn't say anything. No one believed it. "That's right..." The eldest uncle suddenly spoke up, looking at me with a smile as if it was empty. "Dien Nhi, I heard you're also coming to take the exam today?" The whole table was silent for a moment. Then an explosion of laughter broke out. To Uyen Ninh laughed the loudest: