89: Chapter 89 It’s really hard for him...

Seeing Lin Fan step back twice and assume a stance, the crowd held their breath.

Even Instructor Lei Zhan narrowed his eyes slightly.

He wanted to see what kind of tricks this kid could pull off.

Li Hao's heart was in his throat.

He stared fixedly at Lin Fan, praying frantically in his heart.

"Fake! It must be fake!"

"He's just an F-Rank Talent; it's one thing that his Defense is monstrous, but it's impossible for his strength to be strong too!"

"This is definitely just another stunt!"

"This has already become his signature trick!"

"Hoo——"

Lin Fan exhaled a breath of stale air.

His entire aura changed instantly.

A savage, primal, and impact-filled aura began to emanate from him.

"Hmm?"

Instructor Lei Zhan raised an eyebrow, sensing something was wrong.

"This aura... is he about to use an Awakened skill?"

"No... Tenacity shouldn't have an aura like this. Is it a different skill?"

The next second, Lin Fan moved!

His legs bent sharply.

The specially made ground beneath his feet was forcefully crushed into two shallow pits!

"[Wild Charge]!"

Boom!

His entire body was like a cannonball fired from a chamber.

He charged violently toward that cold testing instrument!

Not with his fists, but with his entire body!

He slammed his shoulder hard against the black rubber striking plate!

This scene left everyone stunned.

"Who tests like this?"

"Do you think you're a demonic beast?!"

"Bang——!!!"

An impact sound, dozens of times more violent than the dull thuds before, exploded forth!

The entire testing instrument shook violently, as if it were about to fall apart the next second!

The red alarm light at the top of the instrument flashed frantically, emitting a harsh "beep-beep-beep" alarm sound!

And the numbers on the LCD screen, after a momentary freeze, began to skyrocket at a speed difficult for the naked eye to track!

[100]! [300]! [600]! [900]!

The number finally stopped at a value that plunged the entire scene into dead silence.

[1005]!

Unit: Kilograms!

"..."

The entire Training Ground was terrifyingly quiet.

One could clearly hear a pin drop on the ground.

Everyone looked as if they had been hit by a binding spell; their mouths were wide open, and their eyeballs were about to pop out of their sockets.

They stared fixedly at that bright red number "1005," their minds blank.

"What was it just now? Fifty?"

"And now it's... one thousand and five?"

"Is this f*cking done by the same person?"

"Wh...what the f*ck?! Am I seeing things?!"

"One thousand and five kilograms?! This... this strength has already reached the level of a Level 3 Martial Master, right!"

"Are you kidding me! Wasn't he only at fifty kilograms before?! Did he level up on a rocket or something?"

"From fifty to one thousand and five, how many times is that? Can someone calculate it!"

"This is called a 'serious punch'? This is f*cking like he's a different person!"

After a brief, dead silence, the crowd completely exploded!

All the freshmen looked at Lin Fan, who was slowly straightening up in front of the instrument, with the eyes one would use for a monster.

"This guy... just how many more trump cards does he have?!"

Li Hao's face had completely lost all color.

He stared blankly at the number.

He was in despair.

He had thought Lin Fan was just a punching bag with maxed-out Defense and that his attack power was a weakness.

He believed that one day, he would surpass him and get his revenge.

But now... even that sole consolation had been ruthlessly shattered!

"This guy..."

Xia Wanqiu covered her small mouth, her beautiful eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

She knew Lin Fan was strong, but she didn't expect him to be this ridiculously strong!

"That's Level 3 Martial Master level strength!"

"He clearly hasn't even reached the aura of a Level 2 Martial Artist!"

"This is getting interesting..."

Murong Yan's lips curled into an extremely aggressive smile.

She looked at Lin Fan's smooth muscle lines.

Especially his taut shoulders and back during the impact.

Her eyes flashed with an unusual luster.

"This impact force... if it were to impact on me..."

"Kid."

Instructor Lei Zhan's deep voice rang out.

He walked to the instrument that was still flashing its alarm.

He reached out and tapped it, confirming it wasn't damaged.

Then, he turned around.

He looked at Lin Fan with an extremely complex expression.

"Explain this to me."

"You, a Level 1 Martial Apprentice, how did you hit with the strength of a Level 3 Martial Master?"

Everyone's gaze focused on Lin Fan once again.

That's right! This isn't scientific!

Lin Fan rubbed his shoulder, revealing that signature, punchable grin on his face.

"I got lucky and picked up a decent skill."

He spread his hands, looking innocent.

"[Wild Charge], Blue quality; the effect is quite simple."

Lin Fan explained slowly.

"For those with lower Defense than me, I can convert 10% of my own Defense into true damage during the charge."

Once these words were spoken, the entire place went quiet again.

"Convert 10% of Defense into true damage?"

At first, the crowd didn't quite react.

"This skill sounds... well, just okay?"

After all, most Martial Artists' Defense isn't that high.

Aside from Awakened with specialized tank attributes, Defense is usually in the range of half to equal to their strength.

"Converting 10%, honestly, isn't that strong."

"Not to mention there's the restriction that the opponent's Defense must be lower."

But! Everyone thought of a key point.

"This Blue skill is on Lin Fan!"

"Lin Fan's Defense! His monstrous Defense that rivals a Level 6 Martial Saint!"

"Hiss..." The crowd gasped.

Thinking of this, Instructor Lei Zhan's pupils also shrank sharply!

"This skill... used by you, is a perfect match!"

"This skill, if given to anyone else, would just be a normal charging skill."

"But on a monster like Lin Fan whose Defense breaks through the sky, it becomes a powerful weapon!"

"This kid's luck is heaven-defyingly good!"

"Average, average, don't praise me, I'll get arrogant."

Lin Fan grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

Everyone: "..."

"When have you ever been humble?!"

"So, Instructor Lei, now that the strength test is finished, shouldn't we proceed to... the special evening training?"

Lin Fan winked at Instructor Lei Zhan.

With that expectant look in his eyes, those who didn't know might think it was some strange kind of training!

"..." Instructor Lei Zhan's face darkened.

He looked at Lin Fan's eager-to-be-beaten appearance.

He felt his fists hardening again.

"This kid is a naturally annoying bone, a Demon Pill!"

He took a deep breath.

He waved his hand at the freshmen still in a daze.

"What are you looking at! Nothing better to do, right?!"

"Dismissed! Go rest if you need to rest, go cultivate if you need to cultivate! Whoever hangs around here again, tomorrow's training will be doubled!"

Whoosh!

The crowd scattered instantly like birds and beasts.

Everyone ran faster than rabbits.

Just kidding, the devil instructor was angry, who would dare stay.

Soon, only Instructor Lei Zhan, Lin Fan, and the lingering Murong Yan and Xia Wanqiu were left in the large Training Ground.

Instructor Lei Zhan twisted his neck, emitting a series of "crack" sounds.

He stared at Lin Fan and sneered.

"Kid, since you want to be trained so badly, then I will fulfill your wish."

"Follow me!"

He turned and walked toward an open space in the deepest part of the Training Ground.

Lin Fan's eyes lit up, and he trotted after him.

"Alright, Instructor! I guarantee I'll be at your beck and call!"

"Sister Murong, we..." Xia Wanqiu was a bit worried.

"Let's follow and take a look."

Murong Yan smiled and pulled Xia Wanqiu along as they followed.

She didn't want to miss this good show.