Chapter 13: Just a Little Stronger Than You
Chapter 13: Just a Little Stronger Than You (Please Keep Reading)
Yang Lei glanced sideways at Lin Qi, thinking to himself:
"Lin Qi’s family is broke. They can’t afford Elixirs. No matter how well they’ve trained the basics, breaking past a Vital Energy Stat of 6.0 is practically impossible."
A strange sense of superiority swelled in his chest.
"Phew—"
Lin Qi exhaled sharply, stepping briskly toward the Punch Strength Analyzer.
As he relaxed his body, he felt countless eyes locking onto him. Yet his heart remained calm. He knew exactly where he stood.
His eyes narrowed. Suddenly, he exploded into motion. Power surged from his feet, chain-linking through his legs, hips, and waist like a coiled spring.
His waist twisted, channeling Vital Energy as his body tensed like a drawn bow.
The Tiger Form Fist technique demanded explosive muscle bursts. His fist became a detonation point, unleashing his entire body’s force in a single instant.
The punch rocketed forward, slamming into the red target pad with a thunderous—
"Boom!!"
The pad shook violently.
A digital screen flickered to life: "640.5kg!"
"640 kilograms?!"
A voice blurted out in disbelief.
Round-faced Li Shaodong gaped: "I remember Lin Qi only hitting 510kg last semester—less than me. Now he’s gained over 100kg in a single summer?!"
Yang Lei’s eyes nearly popped out. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
640kg? That matched his own record.
"Boom! Boom!"
"643kg!"
"646kg!"
Lin Qi fired two more punches, nearly identical in force. Seeing the numbers, he grinned.
Just enough to edge out Yang Lei.
"Next up—speed test!" Wu Kang declared.
Lin Qi strode to the track’s starting line. Infrared beams shimmered ahead.
"Whoosh—"
In an instant, he crouched like a drawn bowstring, then launched forward like an arrow.
His legs detonated with explosive force, gusting wind as he blurred through the finish line, decelerating smoothly.
The speedometer flickered: "14.4m/s!"
"646kg punch force, 14.4m/s speed. Definitely over 6.0 in Vital Energy Stat."
"Nice! Big Qi’s the man—just barely stronger than Yang Lei!"
From the crowd, Jiang Tao roared with laughter.
"Haha!!"
Others joined in, grinning.
Yang Lei’s face turned stone-cold. He scoffed: "I just messed up. I’ll crush him next time."
Lin Qi returned to the group, bumping fists with Jiang Tao.
"Bro Qi, you’re strong!"
"Told you I’d pull through." Jiang Tao flashed a thumbs-up.
"Of course. We’re both heading to Elite Class together." Lin Qi rarely smiled, but today was different.
...
"Jiang Tao!"
"Here!"
As names were called one by one, Jiang Tao’s turn arrived.
"Click!"
"Finally!" Jiang Tao cracked his knuckles, striding eagerly to the Punch Strength Analyzer.
At 1.85 meters tall, his broad, muscular frame and bronze skin made him look like a towering gorilla. Veins bulged as he twisted his waist and hips, then both fists rocketed forward—
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The target pad shook violently, numbers flashing:
"814kg!"
"815kg!"
"816kg!"
"Whoa! Jiang Tao’s speed improved and his punch force keeps climbing—over 800kg now!"
A student gasped. Lin Qi himself blinked in surprise.
Looks like he wasn’t the only one progressing. His best friend was racing ahead too.
This punch force likely meant an 8.0+ Vital Energy Stat. Jiang Tao’s talent was terrifying.
Lin Qi felt genuinely happy for him.
Minutes later—
"Zhu Yuqi: 879kg!"
"Yu Jing: 901kg!"
"Jiang Tao, Zhu Yuqi, and Yu Jing are terrifyingly strong. They’re in a whole different league."
The crowd buzzed, staring at the trio.
"Alright, clear the equipment. Next—Fist Techniques demonstration."
"Those called, step forward and perform your techniques."
After punch force and speed tests, Wu Kang stood.
"Zhou Ping!"
Zhou Ping bowed, then launched into Crane Form Fist. His movements were nimble, stillness countering motion.
His style—swift expansion, darting like a crane in a forest, delicate as a bird alighting on a branch.
Finishing his form, he watched Wu Kang expectantly.
"Zhou Ping—Fair-."
"Next!"
Zhou Ping slunk back, face darkening.
"Fist Techniques can’t be scored numerically. We divide them into four tiers: Excellent, Good, Fair, and Poor—with plus/minus modifiers."
"Only those who’ve mastered Five Elements Boxing can earn an Excellent+."
Round-faced Li Shaodong muttered: "That’s near impossible. Less than five students in the class could do it."
As the crowd murmured, the test continued.
"Li Yu’an: Good+!"
"Cui Chengshan: Fair-!"
"Lu Xingjuan: Excellent-!"
...
As students demonstrated—Dragon, Tiger, Crane, Ape, Snake Forms—Wu Kang judged each with a glance, then coldly announced results.
"Hu—!"
"Ha—!"
Yang Lei’s muscular frame swung his fists like windmills.
His Tiger Form Fist—claws slashing like a tiger descending the mountain, gusting fierce winds.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!!"
"Yang Lei—Excellent+!" Wu Kang declared, swiping his tablet.
"Bro Lei’s unstoppable! Vital Energy Stat over 6.0, Tiger Form Fist mastered. Elite Class is locked!"
Someone flattered.
Yang Lei grinned, soaking in the praise.
"Obviously! Who do you think I am? I’ve had private tutors and daily coaching from my family’s instructors!"
Jiang Tao muttered: "Yang Lei’s got skills, but compared to Big Qi? He’s got nothing left."
"Lin Qi!" Wu Kang called, eyeing him curiously.
"Here!"
Lin Qi stepped forward, bowing.
He inhaled deeply, his presence suddenly sharpening.
Then—Tiger Form Fist.
In his mind, he recalled every detail.
His eyes changed. His aura shifted.
Power erupted from his waist, racing to his fingertips. Claws slashed, fierce and unyielding.
Vital Energy surged like a tiger’s birth cry.
At times like a tiger descending the mountain, others like a furious tiger bursting from the forest, or a starving tiger seizing prey—
Brutal, sharp, the wind howling with each punch.
"Boom! Boom! Boom~!"
Each move cracked like an air cannon.
"One sign of mastering Five Elements Boxing is making your techniques resonate—clear, sharp sounds."
"Tiger Form Fist has six moves. Six booms. Lin Qi’s mastered it!" someone gasped.
"Even though Lin Qi’s slim, he’s captured the tiger’s essence. Totally different from before."
As Lin Qi finished, Wu Kang’s voice rang out in surprise:
"This kid’s improved so fast! He’s actually mastered Tiger Form Fist."
"He’s grasped its spirit—ferocity tempered by precision."
Wu Kang was stunned. He’d underestimated Lin Qi.
Lin Qi smiled, satisfied.
Bowing again, he returned to the crowd, bumping fists with Jiang Tao.
Watching him, many felt a strange shift—Lin Qi seemed... different now.
...
Half an hour later—
"I’ll announce the test results in half an hour. Many of you have improved significantly—I’m pleased."
"Entering the Elite Class is just the beginning."
"Dismissed!"
Wu Kang declared after the final test.
As his words spread, some students tensed while others chattered nervously, heading to the classroom.
Wu Kang returned to his office alone.
This test’s results had changed dramatically. One unexpected name stood out—
...
(End of Chapter)
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