168: Chapter 168 Strength Test

Finally, the number stopped at a figure that left everyone dumbfounded.

950 kilograms.

The entire hall fell silent, then erupted into thunderous exclamations.

"950? Qiao Shuwan's punch power reached 950?"

"She didn't even look like she was using much effort..."

"Is this the strength of an Inter-school League champion?"

"Too terrifying, it's over 200 kilograms higher than Zhao Meng!"

Qiao Shuwan retracted her fist, shook her wrist, and her expression remained calm.

She turned around, her gaze inadvertently sweeping over the direction where Wang Lin was.

Wang Lin was leaning against the wall, holding half a bun in his hand, also looking at her.

Their gazes collided in mid-air.

Qiao Shuwan frowned slightly, retracted her gaze, and walked back to the spectator stands.

When she reached her seat, her heart was beating faster than usual.

It wasn't because she hit 950.

It was because of the look in Wang Lin's eyes when he looked at her.

It wasn't surprise, admiration, or jealousy.

It was just like watching an ordinary person throw a punch; nothing special.

This attitude made Qiao Shuwan very uncomfortable.

She sat down, crossed her arms over her chest, and her gaze fell on Wang Lin.

She wanted to see just how much this Wang Lin could hit.

"Next, Wang Lin."

The crowd became restless again.

All eyes were focused on Wang Lin.

Wang Lin stuffed the last bite of the bun into his mouth, chewed, and swallowed.

Then he brushed the crumbs off his hands and sauntered toward the test area.

"What do you guys guess he can hit?"

"His Speed is so fast, his strength shouldn't be bad either, right?"

"Not necessarily, Speed and strength are two different things. Didn't you see those skinny arms of his?"

"True, it would be good if he could hit 400 kilograms."

"400? I bet 300."

Zhao Meng stood in the crowd, arms crossed, a cold sneer on his lips.

950?

He didn't believe Wang Lin could surpass Qiao Shuwan.

Qiao Shuwan was an Inter-school League champion, one of the strongest people in the entire freshman year.

Wang Lin?

A freshman who got in through the back door, what kind of strength could he have?

Wang Lin walked to the machine and stood still.

He didn't do a full release like Zhao Meng, nor did he assume a standard punching stance like Qiao Shuwan.

He just stood in front of the machine, raised his right hand, and made a fist.

Then, he threw a light punch.

Yes, light.

In everyone's eyes, he just swung his fist casually, hardly using any strength at all.

When his fist landed on the striking surface, the sound wasn't loud either—a "pop," like clapping one's hands.

Everyone assumed this punch surely didn't have much power.

The number on the display screen jumped.

Then, everyone was stunned.

The number on the display screen wasn't 300, wasn't 400, wasn't 500.

It was 1,800 kilograms.

The entire Training Hall went silent.

Everyone stared at that number, motionless.

1,800 kilograms.

The maximum capacity of this machine was 2,000 kilograms.

Wang Lin threw a casual punch and hit 1,800 kilograms.

Nearly double that of Qiao Shuwan.

Two and a half times higher than Zhao Meng.

Is he even human?

But things weren't over yet.

Just as everyone was staring blankly at that number, a strange sound came from inside the machine.

"Click... click-click... click-click-click..."

It sounded like something was shattering.

Then, "Bang!!!"

The striking surface of the punch strength tester exploded.

The cushioning material shattered into countless pieces and flew out, the metal frame deformed and twisted,

the internal sensors emitted a puff of black smoke, the display screen flickered wildly a few times, and then went completely black.

The entire machine had been blown up by Wang Lin's one punch.

Debris fell to the ground, making clattering sounds.

The Training Hall was terrifyingly quiet.

No one spoke, no one moved, and no one even dared to breathe.

Wang Lin retracted his fist, glanced at the smoking machine, and then glanced at his own hand.

"It broke."

His tone was flat, as if he were saying "The bun today is not bad."

The Training Hall exploded with noise.

"He... he blew it up?!"

"Doesn't this machine withstand 2,000 kilograms? How did he blow it up?"

"It blew up at 1,800 kilograms? Is the quality of this machine that poor?"

"It's not that the machine quality is poor... it's the 1,800 kilograms of impact force concentrated on a single point, plus his punch Speed... this kind of impact force far exceeds the static load of 1,800 kilograms..."

"What do you mean?"

"It means that the actual power of his punch might far exceed 1,800 kilograms. The machine couldn't withstand it and exploded."

The entire hall went silent again.

Far exceeding 1,800 kilograms?

What kind of concept is that?

A single strike from an adult Mist Beast is no more than that.

Zhao Meng, standing in the crowd, was no longer pale; he was green.

Compared to Wang Lin's 1,800 kilograms, his 720 kilograms were simply the difference between an ant and an elephant.

And Wang Lin had only thrown a light punch.

He hadn't used any effort at all.

What if he used his full power?

Zhao Meng didn't dare to think about it.

His legs were shaking, and his back was soaked with cold sweat.

Qiao Shuwan sat in the spectator stands, her hands tightly gripping her knees.

Her face had no expression, but her heart was in turmoil.

1,800 kilograms.

A light punch.

She had given her all to hit 950 kilograms.

Wang Lin swung his hand casually, and it was double hers.

And he wasn't a strength-enhancement Esper.

She had inquired; Wang Lin's Superpower was not strength enhancement.

What did this mean?

It meant this 1,800 kilograms was his pure physical strength.

1,800 kilograms of pure physical strength.

Is he even human?

Qiao Shuwan's throat bobbed.

She remembered what her father had said, "I fear no one in your school has this kind of strength."

At the time, she thought her father was exaggerating.

Now she knew, her father hadn't exaggerated; he might have even understated it.

"Cheating! He must have used his Superpower!"

In the crowd, a sharp voice rang out.

It was a sophomore, his face flushed red, pointing at Wang Lin and shouting.

"Right! He must have used his Superpower! How could pure physical strength hit such a high number?"

"Check it! We should check if he used his Superpower!"

The voices of doubt became louder and louder.

Class Teacher Zhou Mingyuan raised his hand, signaling for silence.

Then he looked at the several teachers standing next to the test area.

"Check it with the detector."

A teacher nodded, took out a handheld device from the side, and walked up to Wang Lin.

"Don't move," the teacher said.

Wang Lin stood still, hands back in his pockets.

The teacher scanned him with the detector, from top to bottom, front to back.

Various data appeared on the detector's screen.

Heart rate, body temperature, Superpower fluctuations, energy residue...

The teacher stared at the screen for a few seconds, his expression changing from suspicion to shock, from shock to disbelief.

He raised his head, looked at Class Teacher Zhou Mingyuan, his voice trembling slightly.

"No Superpower fluctuations. Pure physical strength."

The Training Hall went silent again.

Pure physical strength.