88: Chapter 88 A Serious Punch! You think you're some kind of bald knight?

Just as they were about to kiss, a hand blocked her face, sliding in between Lin Fan and Xia Wanqiu.

"Still being a smooth talker, it seems you're completely fine."

It was Murong Yan.

"Don't fall for it."

Lin Fan immediately shot a gloomy look at Murong Yan.

Soon, other support-type Awakened from the medical team rushed up and cast various Healing Spells on Lin Fan.

Only then did Instructor Lei Zhan's expression soften.

"Damn it! Next time, I'm never listening to you, kid! Didn't you say you'd definitely be fine!"

"I said I wouldn't perish, not that I'd be fine."

"Damn you, I… forget it!"

Instructor Lei Zhan looked at Lin Fan's sunken chest and couldn't be bothered to curse him out.

"Instructor Lei! Instructor Lei! Does this mean Lin Fan's Defense is comparable to a Level 6 Martial Saint now!"

"I suppose so! He took a punch head-on and didn't die! That's too exaggerated!"

"I'd say he counts as a Level 6 Martial Saint!"

The crowd looked at Lin Fan with admiration.

Only Li Hao hid far away, his face full of despair.

As long as Lin Fan didn't die, Li Hao would forever wear the hat of shame!

Instructor Lei Zhan looked at the crowd surrounding him.

He waved his hand and announced the final test results to everyone in a hoarse voice.

"The Defense test is over."

"The conclusion… Lin Fan's Defense… is comparable to a Level 6 Martial Saint!"

Once this conclusion was announced, the entire crowd erupted in an uproar!

Instructor Lei Zhan ignored their reactions; he just wanted to end this absurd test as quickly as possible.

He paused and looked at Lin Fan.

"I originally planned to test your strength and speed, but given your current state, forget it."

"Wait until you've recovered, then…"

Swoosh!

The next second, Lin Fan stood straight up.

"Thump, thump, thump!"

He patted his chest. "I'm fine! Let's test the rest now!"

"Stay lying down!"

Xia Wanqiu, her face pale, yanked him back down.

The others from the medical team also stepped forward and pressed Lin Fan to the ground.

"Stop moving around! Your chest was almost punched through! And you still want to test!"

Instructor Lei Zhan's mouth twitched. "Test my ass, wait until you're better to test!"

"Everyone else," he said, glancing at the watch on his wrist,

"it's almost time for dinner. Gather at the field in ten minutes! Then we eat! Dismissed!"

The crowd answered in unison, "Yes!"

It could be said that after such an exaggerated test, Lin Fan had not only reversed his bad reputation, but he would also become the after-dinner gossip for everyone throughout the military training period.

"But I really feel like it won't affect my strength test."

Lin Fan raised one arm, clenched his fist, and flexed his bicep.

He was truly used to it.

Ever since he gained the Indestructible Divine Body, as long as a punch didn't kill him, his body functions would use Pain Conversion to reduce the pain by half, and most of that pain could be converted into adrenaline.

It could be said that in the short term, there was no difference between him and someone on a berserk potion.

He wouldn't suffer from muscle weakness just because his stomach had been opened up.

It was like being in a locked state.

And this had no side effects!

"Even if it doesn't affect it, I'm not letting you test! Just test it again after you eat; anyway, I don't see you having much strength."

Instructor Lei muttered under his breath.

Lin Fan curled his lips.

"How will you know if you don't try! Just watch me give you a scare!"

"Just forget about your turtle punches."

Murong Yan covered her mouth and chuckled.

Xia Wanqiu and the medical team members who hadn't left also chuckled.

They had witnessed Lin Fan's terrifying Defense.

They had also witnessed those scraping turtle punches in the beast horde, which were comparable to a Level 1 Martial Apprentice.

Lin Fan huffed in dissatisfaction.

What's wrong with turtle punches?

What's wrong with scraping?

That was in the past!

The current me has a trump card!

Just wait, you'll be shocked in a bit!

...

Soon, the cafeteria opened for dinner!

Lin Fan polished off the portion of five people, eating until his mouth was oily.

With his Indestructible Divine Body, combined with the full treatment from Xia Wanqiu and the medical team, in the time it took to eat a meal, the injury on his chest had completely healed.

Not even a trace of a scar remained.

It was even "nourished" by Instructor Lei Zhan's full-force strike, and he felt his physical strength had subtly improved a notch.

After the meal, everyone else was resting and digesting, but Lin Fan couldn't sit still.

Like a tag-along, he pestered Instructor Lei Zhan, who had just come out of the cafeteria.

"Instructor Lei, you're full, right? You have energy now, right? It's time to test strength, right?"

"Instructor Lei, a real man keeps his word!"

"Instructor Lei…"

Instructor Lei Zhan's brain ached from his pestering, and he felt his blood pressure starting to spike again.

"Get lost! Test, test, test! I'll let you test!"

Instructor Lei Zhan's face was dark, and finally, he waved his hand impatiently.

"I'm afraid of you! Follow me!"

He was truly worn down by this kid.

If he didn't let him test, he would probably nag him all night long.

Soon, Instructor Lei Zhan brought Lin Fan to another area of the Training Ground.

Several machines specifically for testing strength were placed here.

They were shaped like huge black metal cylinders.

There was an LCD screen on the front, and a thick, black rubber striking pad at the bottom.

This thing was much more advanced than those old punching targets from high school.

It was said that it could withstand even a full-force strike from a Martial King.

Hearing that the chief instructor was going to personally test Lin Fan's strength, the freshmen, who had already scattered to rest, all swarmed back over.

Even instructors like Instructor Chen Feng and Instructor Liu Yan followed out of curiosity.

Everyone wanted to see what level of strength this monster, whose Defense was comparable to a Level 6 Martial Saint, actually possessed.

Although they didn't hold any expectations for Lin Fan's strength.

"Everyone move back, don't interfere with the test."

Instructor Lei Zhan maintained order, then pointed to one of the machines and said to Lin Fan,

"This one. Use your maximum strength and hit it."

"Alright!"

Lin Fan rubbed his hands together, looking eager to try.

He walked up to the machine, mimicking a boxer from TV.

He hopped around twice and even blew on his fists.

This fancy set of warm-up moves amused everyone.

Xia Wanqiu covered her face, feeling a bit embarrassed.

Can't this guy be serious for once?

Murong Yan, on the other hand, crossed her arms with interest, wanting to see what kind of tricks Lin Fan would pull this time.

Under the gaze of everyone, Lin Fan took a deep breath, his eyes sharp, and let out a sudden shout!

"Hah!"

He twisted his waist, pushed his hips, and threw a punch!

The movement looked perfectly standard and powerful!

His sandbag-sized fist slammed heavily onto the black striking pad!

"Bang!"

A dull thud.

Then… there was no then.

The earth-shattering boom they expected didn't appear.

The machine didn't even shake.

Everyone stretched their necks, staring intently at the machine's display screen.

The numbers on the screen flickered for a moment and finally settled.

[ 50 ]

Unit: Kilograms.

"…"

"…"

"…"

The whole place fell into a dead silence.

You could hear a pin drop.

Everyone was dumbfounded, staring in disbelief at the bright red number "50".

Fifty kilograms?

Is this a joke?

Even an average adult man, even if he hasn't trained, has that much force!

With this strength, even a Level 1 Martial Apprentice is doubtful…

I don't know who couldn't hold it in first and laughed out loud.

They couldn't hold it back, they really couldn't hold it back.

"Hahahaha! Fifty kilograms! Did I see that right?"

"Lin Fan is good at playing with contrast!"

"It's killing me! It reminds me of the steroid legend in the fitness circle!"

"Thank goodness, thank goodness. Since his Defense is so high, if his attack power were also that high, how would we even survive!"

Most of the crowd didn't sound malicious.

After all, their expectations weren't high to begin with.

And low strength was exactly what they wanted to see.

If his Defense was awesome and his strength was also awesome, wouldn't that mean he's truly comparable to a Level 6 Martial Saint!

Among them, the freshmen who were only Level 2 Martial Artists and Level 3 Martial Masters, for a Level 6 Martial Saint to pop up… that would be very despairing.

Xia Wanqiu and Murong Yan had also expected this.

"Lin Fan, you're done testing, right? You feel better now, right?"

Facing the mockery of the crowd, Lin Fan appeared unusually calm.

He retracted his fist and shook his hand with a serious air.

"What do you know? That was just a normal punch."

"Now, it's a Serious Punch."

Hm?

Serious Punch?

Do you think you're that Caped Baldy?

Lin Fan took two steps back, creating a little distance.

His body gradually began to carry a hint of… a savage aura!

The crowd's hearts suddenly shivered.

Could he… really…?