boyutpedia Chapter 10: The Grand Exam Begins! The Examiner is Shocked!
Chapter 10: The Grand Exam Begins! The Examiner is Shocked!
The number on the display screen remained steadily at 2000.
No one spoke on the playground.
Several candidates had their mouths open and forgot to close them, their saliva almost dripping down.
Those who had been speaking so sarcastically before now stared wide-eyed as if their eyes were about to pop out of their sockets, their minds completely blank.
They looked at the display screen and then at Lin Fan standing in front of the force gauge, checking repeatedly, but they still couldn't connect the number with the person in front of them.
What does 2000 jin (1000 catties) mean? Last year, in the entire Jiangnan Province college entrance examination for martial arts students, there were only three candidates with a strength exceeding 2000 jin.
three people.
Out of hundreds of thousands of test takers across the province, only three were eligible. And now, standing before them, was a boy who had been called a "good-for-nothing" for a month, yet he had gained 2000 pounds.
Zhang Hu's pupils contracted sharply, his chest heaved violently, and his face changed from white to blue and then to red.
2000 jin? No, absolutely not, there must be some mistake. His breathing became more and more rapid, and the string that had been taut in his mind all morning snapped.
"How is that possible!"
His voice was shrill and loud, breaking the eerie silence on the playground. Several examinees who were close to him were startled by his shout and almost dropped their water bottles.
An examiner frowned and turned his head, his gaze stern: "This is an important examination area; no noise is allowed."
Zhang Hu completely ignored the examiner's warning, pointed at the direction of the No. 7 force measuring instrument, his finger trembling violently: "The instrument is broken!"
"Examiner! The instrument must be broken! He couldn't possibly have hit 2000 jin!"
His voice echoed across the playground, "A month ago he weighed only 300 jin! 300 jin! He gained 2000 jin in a month? That's absolutely impossible!"
Upon hearing this, the other examinees who were unaware of Lin Fan's background were also stunned.
From 300 jin to 2000 jin? In one month?
I already thought 2000 jin was outrageous enough, but with the added condition of a month, the whole thing became completely unreasonable.
Several examiners also changed their expressions slightly. If the increase of 1700 jin in a month was true, then it was not a question of whether he was a genius or not, but a subversion of common sense.
"What? Gained 1700 pounds in a month?"
Is there really something wrong with the instrument?
"2000 jin is already scary enough, but to gain that much weight in just one month?"
The once quiet playground began to stir again. Zhang Hu's words were like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, and ripples quickly spread outwards.
Chief examiner Zhou Zhengyang, who was standing near the No. 3 force measuring instrument, quickly walked over after hearing the commotion.
He paused noticeably when he saw the numbers on the screen before continuing to walk.
Even he was surprised by the 2000-jin weight. He was a prefecture-level martial artist transferred from the provincial capital and had been an examiner for so many years that he could hardly remember. But he could only come across a handful of candidates who could throw 2000 jin throughout the year.
He walked over to the No. 7 force gauge and carefully inspected the instrument.
He bent down to check the base connection of the force gauge, pressed a few times on the force plate, and then opened the inspection panel on the side of the instrument to take a look at the internal rune array.
All the runes were functioning normally, with no signs of burning or loosening; the force gauge was in perfect working order.
He straightened up and nodded to the examiners who had gathered around him: "The equipment is working properly."
Then he turned to look at Lin Fan, his gaze less scrutinizing and more filled with curiosity and admiration.
"The equipment wasn't broken, which means you got it done through sheer skill."
His tone was completely different from before. When he was announcing the candidates' names, it was businesslike and indifferent. Now, it carried the eagerness of someone who had discovered a treasure. "What's your name?"
"Lin Fan".
Zhou Zhengyang nodded, a kind smile on his face: "Lin Fan, you're very good."
Your grades are good enough to get into either the top-tier Kyoto University or Shanghai University.
He paused, then patted Lin Fan on the shoulder. "You can go and rest now. The results have been recorded."
According to the rules, each candidate has three chances to throw a punch, but if the candidate is satisfied with their score, they can end the test early.
2000 jin is enough to get into any military academy in the country, there is no need to test it further.
The surrounding examinees hadn't recovered from the shock of the 2000-pound weight when they heard this, and there was another uproar.
Kyoto Martial Arts University and Shanghai Martial Arts University are among the top three martial arts universities in the country. They only admit a few dozen students from Jiangnan Province each year, making them a dream destination for all martial arts students.
Now that the chief examiner has personally said that Lin Fan's grades are good enough for these two schools, it means that the value of the 2000-jin figure is even higher than they imagined.
However, Lin Fan shook his head.
"Examiner, I haven't finished the test yet." His voice wasn't loud, but it was clear. "This isn't my strongest power."
Zhou Zhengyang's smile froze on his face.
The examiners nearby turned around in astonishment. Not the strongest? 2000 jin had already silenced the entire examination room, and this kid says that's not the strongest?
The commotion that had just subsided on the playground erupted again.
"What did he say? 2000 jin isn't the strongest?"
"That's just bragging... 2000 jin is already terrifying, does he really have any other tricks up his sleeve?"
"I don't believe it. If 2000 jin (1000 catties) is still hidden away, how many of the strongest ones must there be?"
"Where did this monster come from...?"
Zhou Zhengyang snapped out of his daze and gave Lin Fan a second look.
He had seen many geniuses, but this was the first time he had ever seen a high school student who could throw 2000 pounds and still say he was holding back without batting an eye.
He took a deep breath, his tone becoming even more serious than before.
"You have one more chance. Unleash your full power."
He wanted to see how much the little guy had retained. In his opinion, 2000 jin was already an extremely high level; even if he had held back, it should only be a hundred or two jin more.
2100 jin, at most 2200 jin, it can't be any higher.
After all, the Body Refinement Realm is still just the Body Refinement Realm; there's a ceiling to how much power one can increase.
Lin Fan faced the force measuring instrument again.
He closed his eyes. This time, he didn't use the power circulation route of the Returning Mountain Fist, but rather the Dragon Form Fist.
Returning Mountain Fist is a high-grade Yellow-level martial art, a required course in high school martial arts, while Dragon Form Fist is a Xuan-level martial art, which he learned by chance from a Xingyi Quan manual he found in Zhao Xiaoyue's study.
The Dragon Form Fist of the Twelve Forms of Yiquan is inspired by the divine dragon ascending to the heavens and entering the sea, with endless transformations. Its difficulty in cultivation far exceeds that of the Returning Mountain Fist.
The limit of Huishanquan is the superposition of nine layers of force, while the first move of Longxingquan, Qinglong Chushui, requires the superposition of twelve layers of force, not to mention the more complex force exertion techniques that follow.
He integrated the power generation methods of the two boxing styles, weaving the nine-layered force of Huishan Fist and the twelve-layered force of Longxing Fist into a precise net within his body.
The Dragon Breathing Method begins to operate simultaneously. The circulation of Qi and blood within the body is no longer a simple straight line or arc, but a spiraling, ascending dragon-shaped trajectory.
The spine arches slightly like a dragon's body, and the qi and blood rise from the Yongquan acupoint on the sole of the foot, spiraling up the spine, accumulating power in the waist, exploding in the shoulder blades, and bursting forth in the fist.
The surrounding air seemed to freeze for a moment. The examinees standing behind Lin Fan subconsciously took a half step back. For some reason, they felt an invisible pressure, as if they were being watched by something.
The essence of Dragon-Shaped Fist is to crush, to look down upon, and to make all things submit.
Lin Fan opened his eyes.
He threw a punch.
The sound of the air being torn apart was no longer muffled, but sharp and high-pitched, carrying a faint dragon's roar.
The load-bearing plate trembled violently, and the entire force gauge slid back an inch under the reaction force. The numbers on the display screen climbed at a frenzied pace, faster than ever before.
0, 500, 1000, 1500, 2000. Zhou Zhengyang's pupils contracted slightly. The numbers continued to rise, showing no sign of stopping.
2500。几个考官同时倒吸了一口凉气。2700。操场上有人腿软了，一屁股坐在地上。2800。2900。3000。
The number remained steadily at 3000.
The entire examination room number nine was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.