23: Chapter 23 Testing His Weight

Third floor of the Training Building.

A muffled sound, like a firecracker popping, echoed in a private Cultivate room.

"926 kilograms!" the curly-haired man exclaimed, staring at the number on the punching power tester.

"To have a base punching power of over 900 kilograms without using a Martial Skill, you must be able to hit 1500 kilograms with one. As expected of Brother Kai!"

"Quit the bootlicking, kid." Liu Kai rolled his eyes at the curly-haired man, quite dissatisfied with the punching power he had just displayed.

The average base punching power of a Peak first-realm Martial Artist is 1000 kilograms; Liu Kai's control over his Qi and muscles was below average.

"However, with this, it's a different story."

Liu Kai pulled a delicate spherical chip from his chest pocket and squeezed it tightly.

Pieces of metal, as if alive, spread from Liu Kai's palm and covered his entire hand.

In an instant, a crimson blood battle armor that perfectly fit his skin appeared on Liu Kai's right hand.

"Is this the Tianyuan Battle Armor!?" The curly-haired man was genuinely surprised this time.

He had never seen the Tianyuan Battle Armor, but in his understanding, only the Tianyuan Battle Armor had such effects.

"This is the latest nanotechnology from Xieqiong City, a crimson blood battle armor created by referencing the Tianyuan Battle Armor," Liu Kai said, looking smug.

"Although its performance is far inferior to the Tianyuan Battle Armor, it can be used in the Blood Accumulation Realm."

Liu Kai punched the punching power tester again.

Accompanied by a sound even more muffled and explosive than before, the numbers on the punching power tester's screen jumped rapidly.

"1800 kilograms!" The curly-haired man gasped.

This force already exceeded the standard base punching power of a first-realm Martial Artist, reaching the early stages of the second realm.

Liu Kai looked at this number and nodded with satisfaction.

Practice Martial Skills? Practice generating power? What's the point of practicing those!

Only those poor martial arts students needed to practice these tedious things every day.

He was born different from those people; as long as he used his "money power," he could instantly surpass years of their bitter training.

What era is this, and they're still practicing traditional Dao.

"As long as I want, the crimson blood battle armor can cover my whole body, and then my speed, strength, and defense will all level up."

"It's a pity that the competition doesn't allow its use; otherwise, even that Lin Muhan would be groveling at my feet."

Liu Kai shook his head, looking quite regretful.

"Brother Kai, this thing must cost a lot, right?" The curly-haired man stared at Liu Kai's battle armor with envy, rubbing his hands together. "Can I try it out?"

Liu Kai glanced at the curly-haired man. The battle armor quickly disassembled itself, turned back into a small sphere, and was tucked back into his chest pocket.

"This thing has already recognized me as its master with my blood and has memorized my DNA information; other people's Qi and blood power won't work with it."

In reality, that wasn't the case.

It was just that Liu Kai had snuck this item out from home without his family knowing. His father seemed to treasure this thing greatly, and if anything went wrong, he would definitely get scolded again.

The curly-haired man clicked his tongue and changed the subject: "Brother Kai, when do you plan to drink that grade a blood qi essence?"

"No rush. I still have residual energy from the grade b qi-blood agent in my body that hasn't been fully absorbed. Let's wait a few days."

Liu Kai's gaze shifted to the cabinet in the corner of the room, where a glass tube was placed.

The liquid inside the glass tube was as bright as fire. Even while placed steadily, the liquid kept sloshing around, like a flame burning at every moment.

"That Chen Moxuan certainly wouldn't guess that the color of the grade a blood qi essence would be red," Liu Kai said, unable to hold back a laugh.

"Not just him, I wouldn't have guessed it either," the curly-haired man laughed out loud. "Thinking about that bumpkin Chen Moxuan taking the grade b qi-blood agent back home like it's a treasure makes me want to laugh."

Suddenly, a knock sounded outside the door of the Cultivate room, sounding quite urgent.

"Brother Kai, it's Li Ping, open the door!"

Liu Kai was somewhat annoyed by the knocking and signaled the curly-haired man to open the door.

"What's the rush?" The curly-haired man also frowned and impatiently pressed the switch by the door.

The alloy door of the Cultivate room slid open to one side, revealing Li Ping.

"You're the only one back? Where's Ma Yong?" Seeing that only Li Ping returned, the curly-haired man asked in confusion.

Li Ping rushed in, breathless, and came before Liu Kai: "That's what I want to talk about. On the way back from the hospital, we ran into Chen Moxuan. Ma Yong said he wanted to teach Chen Moxuan a lesson for Brother Kai..."

"And then? Don't pause so much when you talk!" The curly-haired man kicked Li Ping's butt anxiously.

Li Ping caught his breath and continued: "Then, right in front of me, Ma Yong was taken out by Chen Moxuan in one move! It didn't even take a second! The rumors that Chen Moxuan can go toe-to-toe with Lin Muhan might be true!"

"Brother Kai, we had better not provoke that Chen Moxuan anymore."

Li Ping looked at Liu Kai with an eager expression, but Liu Kai only smiled enigmatically and remained silent.

Seeing this, the curly-haired man slapped Li Ping directly, leaving Li Ping somewhat dazed.

"You spineless loser, is there anyone in this school that Brother Kai cannot provoke?"

"Besides, if Ma Yong was taken out, how come you're completely fine? I think you guys are just slacking off, and Ma Yong snuck off somewhere to play, so he sent you to make up an excuse, right?"

"You..." Li Ping touched his swollen face and glared at the curly-haired man.

He had chosen not to call, but instead had rushed over to explain after taking Ma Yong to the hospital, just because he was afraid Liu Kai wouldn't take his warning seriously.

As a result, before his words were even fully heard, he was slapped.

He thought about what Ma Yong had said; to Liu Kai, they were probably just valueless lackeys who could be discarded at any time.

The resentment accumulated from being bossed around in the past was ignited by this slap.

"Fine, do whatever you want. I quit!"

Throwing down these words, Li Ping turned around, ran to open the door, and strode away.

"This kid Li Ping, suddenly having such a temper." The curly-haired man said in astonishment, then turned to look at Liu Kai. "Brother Kai, don't be upset over that kid. I'll go catch him and teach him a lesson."

As the curly-haired man spoke, he pressed the switch controlling the door again.

"And that Chen Moxuan, if I meet him, I'll have to test his mettle."

Even if what Li Ping said was true, the curly-haired man would only think that their strength was inferior.

He was different.

He knew clearly that one person's path could not be replicated. Born into poverty, if he wanted to get ahead, he had to carve out his own path.

Although he was obsequious on the surface and hung around with Liu Kai all day, in reality, this was just his means of obtaining resources within the school.

He didn't have Liu Kai's family background and had to use any means necessary to improve his strength.

He echoed Liu Kai on the surface and looked down on the martial arts students who trained hard, but in secret, he never slacked off on his own hard work.

Although he was at the ninth stage of the first realm, in terms of actual combat ability, he believed that the Peak first-realm Liu Kai was not his match.

Provided that he didn't use that cheating crimson blood battle armor.

"Go." Liu Kai nodded slightly.

The curly-haired man received permission and strode out through the opened alloy door.

But just as he turned his head, his gaze inadvertently met a pair of deep, abyssal black eyes.

The gaze was like a sword, and the curly-haired man's heart trembled violently.

In the next moment, the curly-haired man's body, like a fallen leaf caught in a gale, flew backward into the room and slammed heavily onto the floor, making a muffled sound.

Before Liu Kai could figure out what had happened, a black-haired youth wearing a black hoodie walked in slowly with his hands in his pockets.

The black-haired youth lowered his eyes and said indifferently to the curly-haired man lying on the floor: "Are you done testing my mettle?"