11: Chapter 11 What does it mean to pop like popcorn?

Moreover, the most bizarre part was that the burly man who had been standing in the simulation room had disappeared, replaced by a lean, lanky figure.

Chen Mo moved his somewhat stiff joints. While his flexibility had indeed decreased after compressing his muscles, his physical hardness had relatively increased by nearly double.

"Student Chen Mo, are you ready?"

If it weren't for his face remaining largely unchanged, the staff member would have suspected that Chen Mo had been swapped out at the last minute.

"Ready, begin."

Chen Mo's entire body emitted cracking sounds, similar to steel bars being stretched.

The moment Chen Mo said he was ready, a robot's eyes instantly turned red, and it approached him at extreme speed.

That simulation robot had been implanted with the combat experience and fighting techniques of millions of First-Grade Martial Artists; any one of them could be thrown directly onto a real battlefield.

Thud!

A vicious whip kick lashed out toward Chen Mo's temple, but Chen Mo merely raised his forearm to block it.

With a creaking sound, the robot's alloy lower leg was grabbed by Chen Mo with one hand and twisted out of shape in the blink of an eye.

The staff member's eyes nearly popped out; the outer armor of this simulation robot could theoretically withstand three tons of pressure without deforming.

And Chen Mo had just squeezed it hard and twisted the lower leg into a pretzel?

Just how much strength did he have?

"Hammer Smash!"

Chen Mo raised the arm holding the robot's lower leg high and used all his strength to slam the robot into the ground.

Bang!

An explosive sound rang out, and that simulation robot, which cost nearly a million to build, was reduced to a pile of parts just like that.

"Simulation tests are supposed to go from easy to hard, right?"

Chen Mo frowned, feeling that this robot seemed a tiny bit... fragile?

That kick to his neck didn't even feel like anything; it was just like being bumped by a plush toy.

The moment the first robot was scrapped, two robots moved simultaneously, flanking Chen Mo from the left and right.

Chen Mo still didn't move, simply taking the heavy punches from both simulation robots head-on with his own head.

"Swing Hammer!"

His steel-like arm swung across, breaking both simulation robots in half at the waist, sending them falling to the ground and emitting orange-red sparks.

The staff member's mouth twitched. Was this really a First-Grade Martial Artist?

Should he increase the simulation intensity, swap out the First-Grade simulation robots, and bring in the Second-Grade ones?

In the end, the staff member didn't do anything irrational, honestly cranking the difficulty straight to the maximum.

The remaining seventy-seven simulation robots simultaneously turned to look at Chen Mo, their mechanical hands instantly replaced by blades, spears, swords, halberds, axes, hooks, and forks.

"Now that's more like it."

Chen Mo grinned, feeling a little excited.

"Then I'll test it right here and see just how much power the Compression Punch can unleash when combined with my life force."

Chen Mo exhaled a breath of stale air, his entire body's life force surging toward his right arm.

At the same time, his already compressed muscles began to compress once more, and waves of tearing pain washed over him.

Seventy-seven robots moved at once, directly surrounding Chen Mo tightly.

The next moment, dozens of uniquely shaped weapons struck out simultaneously toward all the vital points on Chen Mo's body; an ordinary First-Grade Martial Artist would undoubtedly be dead under this level of siege.

Unfortunately, they had encountered Chen Mo, a stat monster.

Boom!

A sound of steel shattering rang out, signifying that Chen Mo's Compression Punch had finished charging.

The metal floor beneath Chen Mo's feet sank deeply, and the surrounding air began to condense toward his right arm.

"Open!"

The Compression Punch, with all his power concentrated on a single point, exploded instantly. His right arm suddenly expanded, and the air, having been compressed to the extreme, detonated violently.

A wild wind blew, and the entire simulation room bulged outward with a 'pop' under the wind pressure of that punch.

The glass used to observe the situation inside the simulation room shattered into dust, and the surrounding instruments also exploded instantly under the wind pressure of that punch.

Everything around became a mess; the metal floor curled up, and the ceiling revealed dense cables.

As for those simulation robots?

Naturally, not even slag remained.

"Hiss!"

Chen Mo gasped, clutching his arm, which had swollen by at least a circle, with one hand.

The staff member crawled out of the ruins with difficulty, took a nut that had popped out from who knows where out of his mouth, and stared blankly at the simulation room that had turned into ruins.

"Damn!"

"Where did this monster come from???"

"Uh, is the test still continuing?"

After a while, Chen Mo, whose arm didn't hurt as much anymore, walked up to the staff member and asked.

The staff member looked up at Chen Mo, whose body had expanded back to its original form, blinked, and didn't know what to say.

"Wait a moment, I'll go to the machine room and check your highest record from just now..."

"Everything has been blown up by your punch now; it's impossible to get the results on the spot."

The staff member stood up, patted the dust off his body, and said with some helplessness.

"By the way, are you really just a First-Grade Martial Artist?"

"The power of that punch just now..."

The staff member didn't know what level of power that punch had reached, but in any case, it certainly wasn't something a First-Grade Martial Artist should have.

"Yeah, otherwise why would I come to do the First-Grade Martial Artist certification?"

Chen Mo nodded, not understanding why this person was asking such nonsense.

"Alright, then Student Chen, please go to the lounge and rest for a while; I'll bring the results to you later."

The staff member didn't say anything more and just limped toward the machine room.

Inside the lounge, everyone looked at the bulging and deformed wall, completely bewildered.

"What happened?"

"Did the simulation room explode?"

Zhuo Jida clutched the back of his head, which had a large bump, feeling nothing but stars flashing before his eyes.

He had been sitting on the sofa closest to the simulation room; the first victim of Chen Mo's Compression Punch with life force was the staff member, and the second victim was naturally him.

"Chen Mo, Chen Mo!"

Principal Liu Zhifeng stood up abruptly; if the simulation room had exploded, what was Chen Mo's condition now?

"Huh? Principal, are you looking for me?"

With a crack, Chen Mo put down the door and walked over to the sofa to sit down.

"Are you okay?"

Principal Liu Zhifeng darted in front of Chen Mo, checking Chen Mo's body up and down.

"I'm fine, just a little strained from using too much force."

Chen Mo pointed to his swollen right arm and said.

"As expected of a physical-type Talent-based Martial Artist, you can even withstand an explosion of that magnitude."

Although Zhuo Jida was a bit arrogant, he was still very impressed that Chen Mo could come out unscathed.

"Explosion? What exploded?"

Chen Mo was stunned; how did he not remember the simulation room just exploding?

"You don't know?"

Zhuo Jida widened his eyes, forgetting even his throbbing back of the head.

"Let's not talk about that for now; what about your results? Didn't they come out?"

"No, that person said he went to the machine room to check my data records."

Chen Mo shook his head; he was more or less looking forward to his results.

"I think the data is probably gone; after all, the power of that explosion just now was really not small, and the instruments were probably smashed."

Zhuo Jida shrugged; no matter how high the combat power of a physical-type Talent-based Martial Artist could be, at most it would be on par with his own, or even not as good as his.

Beside them, Su Qingyue's eyes flashed with a pale blue light, and the next moment, her expression changed drastically.

"Student Chen, your combat score is out."

Just as Su Qingyue was about to say something to Zhuo Jida, the disheveled staff member walked in holding the martial artist certificate.