255: Chapter 255 Terrifying Cultivation Speed ​​(Part 3)

Lin Wan's changes were a bit more pronounced.

Her skin was originally rather dark, the kind of dullness cultivated from years of seeing no sunlight in the Zerg World.

Now, that layer of dullness had faded away, and she had become much fairer.

Although her facial features hadn't changed, her entire aura had transformed.

Previously, when she stood there, she looked like an unremarkable stone; now, she resembled a piece of cold jade with the dust polished off.

Military doctor Old Song powered on all the physical examination equipment, and the two of them went through a full set of tests one after the other.

Blood pressure, heart rate, vital capacity, grip strength, reaction speed, vision, and hearing.

When the data came out, Old Song's hand holding the report paused for a moment.

He lowered his head to flip through the archived data from when Su Mingyuan previously made a Breakthrough to become a First-Order Martial Artist, then looked up at the two new reports in front of him, comparing them back and forth three times to confirm he hadn't misread anything.

Chen Rong's data:

Grip strength: 294 kg.

Reaction speed: 0.037 seconds.

Vital capacity: 10,400 ml.

Resting heart rate: 39 beats/minute.

Vision: Left eye 5.5, right eye 5.6.

Comprehensive physical fitness evaluation: approximately 8.2 times that of an ordinary person.

Lin Wan's data:

Grip strength: 276 kg.

Reaction speed: 0.041 seconds.

Vital capacity: 9,800 ml.

Resting heart rate: 41 beats/minute.

Vision: Left eye 5.4, right eye 5.5.

Comprehensive physical fitness evaluation: approximately 7.8 times that of an ordinary person.

When Old Song handed the two reports to Su Mingyuan, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but nothing came out.

Su Mingyuan took them and flipped to the comparison page, immediately spotting the key numbers at a glance.

Chen Rong at 8.2 times, and Lin Wan at 7.8 times.

When he made a Breakthrough to become a First-Order Martial Artist, it was 4.8 times, while Zhang Dabiao's was 5.1 times.

Both were First-Order Martial Artists, yet SSS-grade was fifty to seventy percent higher than S-grade.

This gap was no longer in the same tier.

To put it as an analogy, an S-grade First-Order Martial Artist was a high-performance off-road vehicle, whereas an SSS-grade First-Order Martial Artist was directly a main battle tank.

They were both vehicles, but not the same kind of vehicle.

Su Mingyuan closed the report and glanced at Chen Rong.

"How do you feel?"

Chen Rong clenched his fist, then relaxed it.

"Very relaxed," he said. "My whole body feels like it has been refitted with a new set of bones."

He lowered his head to look at his own hand, flipping it back and forth twice as if confirming whether this hand still belonged to him.

"Can the force-measuring target still be used?" Su Mingyuan asked Old Song. "Last time, Zhang Dabiao kicked the base over."

"It's fixed. We replaced it with a reinforced base, drove four expansion bolts into the cement floor, and welded reinforcement ribs."

"Let's go."

On the training ground, the force-measuring target stood there desolately. Behind the waist-high rubber pad was connected a pressure sensor, and the newly replaced base reflected metallic luster under the sunlight, with bolts at the four corners as thick as a thumb.

Chen Rong stood in front of the target, half an arm's length away.

"Throw a casual punch," Tao Zhe said.

Chen Rong didn't set up a stance; he threw a very ordinary punch.

The fist smashed into the rubber pad, causing the entire target frame to sway backward, and the reinforcement ribs of the base emitted a dull creak.

Reading: 673 kg.

A casual punch. Su Mingyuan's casual punch back then was 412 kg.

"Throw a serious punch."

Chen Rong took half a step back, dropped his waist, pushed off the ground with his right foot, drove his shoulders with his waist and hips, and his arms with his shoulders, twisting the strength of his whole body up from the soles of his feet to converge on his fist surface.

The moment he threw the punch, he felt a warm current rush from his Dantian into the Meridians of his right arm.

Bang.

The rubber pad caved in with a fist-sized deep pit, and the rubber at the bottom of the pit was smashed into a web of cracks.

The four expansion bolts on the base simultaneously emitted a creaking sound of metal under stress, and the welded joint of one of them cracked open.

Reading: 1,427 kg.

Su Mingyuan's full-strength punch back then was 891 kg.

Zhang Dabiao was 1,263 kg when he was a First-Order Martial Artist.

On the very first day of Chen Rong becoming a First-Order Martial Artist, a single punch surpassed the data of Zhang Dabiao's First-Order Martial Artist Peak period.

Tao Zhe made a note on the tablet without any comment.

Chen Rong himself was momentarily stunned.

He lowered his head to look at his fist; there was no sensation whatsoever on the fist surface—no pain, no numbness, as if the punch just now had hit a lump of cotton.

With an impact force of 1,427 kg, his own hand was completely fine.

Lin Wan walked forward and stood in front of the target.

She was shorter than Chen Rong by a little less than half a head, her build a size smaller, her palms narrow, and her fingers slender—not hands that looked like they could strike out high numbers.

She had no preparatory movements and didn't even clench her fists.

Her five fingers were closed together, her palm slightly curved, and she struck out like she was swatting a mosquito.

With a single palm strike.

A palm print appeared on the rubber pad, with the traces of the five fingers clearly visible.

The bolt on the base with the cracked weld directly snapped off, bounced two meters away, and hit the cement ground with a clink, bouncing twice.

Reading: 1,194 kg.

People gathered successively around the edge of the training ground, all being officers and soldiers from the nearby training area who came to watch the commotion upon hearing the noise.

They didn't know who these two young people were, only seeing a man and a woman standing in front of the force-measuring target, one cracking the rubber pad with a punch and the other snapping a bolt with a palm strike.

Someone quietly asked the person next to them, "Which company are they from? I've never seen them before."

"I don't know, probably newcomers."

"Newcomers and they're already this fierce?"

No one could answer.

Zhang Dabiao appeared at the edge of the training ground again at some unknown time, holding an enamel mug in his hand, leaning against a cement pillar, and watching the backs of Chen Rong and Lin Wan.

He took a sip of herbal tea and placed the mug on a nearby platform.

"Tao Zhe."

"Hmm?"

"The Cultivation Technique they are Cultivating is the same as ours, right?"

"Identically the same, both are the standard version of Rock-Shattering Strength optimized by Tianheng."

Zhang Dabiao nodded and fell silent for a few seconds.

"Then my S-grade face has completely nowhere to be put."

Tao Zhe pushed his glasses up. "You don't have to take it too hard. S-grades are still a tiny minority nationwide, and your strength placed anywhere would—"

"Shut your mouth." Zhang Dabiao picked up his mug and walked away. "The more you comfort me, the worse I feel."

Su Mingyuan stood at the edge of the training ground, watching Zhang Dabiao's back fade into the distance, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.

Then he turned his head to look at Chen Rong and Lin Wan.

The two young people stood side by side in front of the force-measuring target, the sunlight shining down from the sky of Yaowu World, stretching their shadows very long.

Su Mingyuan walked over.

"Rest for two hours and have a meal."

He paused for a moment.

"In the afternoon, we start sprinting for the Second-Order."

Chen Rong and Lin Wan looked at him simultaneously.

Su Mingyuan's expression was very calm, as if he were talking about the most normal thing in the world.

"It took me six days to go from First-Order to Second-Order. Your speed is seven to eight times mine."

He calculated mentally. "Within a day should be enough. By this time tomorrow, I hope you are already Second-Order Martial Artists."

Chen Rong opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end, he only uttered a single word.

"Alright."

Lin Wan skipped even that single word, nodded, and turned to walk towards the direction of the cafeteria.

Su Mingyuan watched her receding figure.

She didn't speak much, but every step she took was extremely steady.

Unlike Chen Rong.

Chen Rong was the kind of person who hid a fire within his silence; talking to him allowed one to feel the warmth underneath.

Lin Wan was truly indifferent, maintaining an even sense of detachment toward everything.

It was forged by the Zerg World.

Having lived in such a place for twenty-two years, people who could survive either went mad.

Or they were like this—suppressing all emotions to the deepest recesses, leaving only one most fundamental thought: to survive.