Beside him, Zhou Bo was dumbfounded.
His expression went from surprise, then shock, to finally being completely stunned.
A punch force of fifty-seven thousand kilograms!
This was already close to the limit of an Elementary Warlord.
If it were an Elementary Warlord Martial Artist who had Cultivated for over ten years, he wouldn't be surprised.
However, standing before him was a 21-year-old Martial Artist!
And this Martial Artist was just a step away from being a Senior Warrior half a year ago.
But now... *Phew*.
Zhou Bo took a deep breath, his gaze fixed on the punch force testing machine, and said with an extremely solemn expression, "Shen Ping, you... you've reached Elementary Warlord?"
Shen Ping shook his head, "My physical fitness is probably at the baseline of a Mid-level Warlord; I just used a special power exertion technique."
"Punch again."
Zhou Bo said expectantly.
Shen Ping nodded, then threw a punch.
The instrument quickly displayed the number, still around 57,000.
"Hahaha... a 21-year-old Elementary Warlord! A Genius, absolutely a Genius! My Zheng City has finally produced a Martial Artist Genius, haha!"
Zhou Bo was ecstatic, his laughter shaking the entire sixth floor. "Shen Ping, quick, go test your speed, your neural reaction speed..."
Shen Ping smiled. He wasn't surprised by Pavilion Master Zhou's reaction at all. After all, Zheng City hadn't seen a Genius Martial Artist emerge in seven or eight years.
And his purpose in coming this time was simply to display his strength. Of course, when he punched just now, he only used the burst amplification of the fourth level of the Liufeng Blade Technique. If he had used the fifth level, he would probably have reached the level of an Elementary God of War.
A 21-year-old Elementary God of War?
That would probably make Pavilion Master Zhou faint from excitement.
Swish.
Shen Ping flickered, instantly arriving on the track. He suddenly exerted force with his toes and quickly ran a lap, without using the Flowing Wind amplification, barely exceeding the baseline for an Elementary Warlord.
Next was the neural reaction test, the result was Elementary Warlord, an average level.
His movement technique had reached perfect Minor Achievement, even comprehending a trace of Concept prototype, which made his neural reaction speed far exceed his physical genetic quality.
Zhou Bo, who was watching from the side, his eyes gleaming, "Your punching power and speed are both at the Intermediate Warlord level, and your neural reaction has reached the Elementary Warlord level. This indicates that your current physical genetic quality has officially crossed into the Intermediate Warlord level... And with a full burst, you can soar to near the limit of an Advanced Warlord!"
"I remember you Cultivate the Flowing Wind Blade Technique, which means you have mastered the Flowing Wind Blade Technique to the fourth level, right!"
Shen Ping nodded and smiled, "Pavilion Master Zhou has a Wisdom Eye!"
Zhou Bo was overjoyed, "Haha, I knew it! I said, your Martial Artist talent isn't too outstanding, how could you possibly advance directly to the Intermediate Warlord level in just over half a year? That's too terrifying. Now it seems, you actually have astonishing Comprehension Ability in blade techniques!"
"Mastering the fourth level in just over half a year, with such talent, you must go to my Dojo of Limits's headquarters Training Camp for Cultivation... Wait, I'm calling the main hall in my Huazhong Base City!"
Zhou Bo said excitedly, running to the hall's office as he spoke.
...
Huazhong Base City Dojo of Limits Headquarters.
Pavilion Master He stood by the window, looking at the tall buildings outside, his gaze thoughtful.
Just then, his wristband received a call request.
He glanced at it, frowned, and after connecting, said, "Old Zheng, I told you, this year's quota at the headquarters is already full. Your Zheng family is one of the twelve financial groups of the HR Alliance in China, and you get a quota every year. Wait until next year, then you can compete for it again!"
"Old He, you also know how fierce the competition for the headquarters Training Camp quota is. The HR Alliance's Training Camp quota is Global, and how can we in China compete with Europe? In recent years, let alone my Zheng family, even the Wang family in the Capital couldn't get a quota!"
A strong voice came from the other end of the phone, "So please help, my Zheng family is willing to pay a high price, if five hundred billion isn't enough, then eight hundred billion!"
Pavilion Master He's mouth twitched. As expected of a financial group, even he couldn't come up with that much money. He sighed, "Old Zheng, for the sake of our many years of friendship, alright, I'll go talk to the Inspector again, but I can only help you secure a regular Training Camp quota."
"Haha, thanks, I'll treat you to drinks later."
He hung up the phone.
Pavilion Master He shook his head helplessly. The headquarters Training Camp has a fair number of quotas each year, but when distributed, they become quite scarce. With the military, financial groups, and then each Base City vying for them, the competition is naturally fierce.
"This Old Zheng, he always gives me problems."
He grumbled a bit, and his wristband phone vibrated again.
"Zhou Bo? This guy rarely calls me!"
After connecting.
Pavilion Master He heard Zhou Bo's excited and enthusiastic voice.
"President He, a Genius! My Zheng City has produced a Genius Martial Artist! At 21 years old, his combat power has reached the Elementary Warlord level! You absolutely must get him into the headquarters Training Camp!"
Pavilion Master He was speechless upon hearing this.
Great, another one asking for a headquarters Training Camp quota.
Does he really think he's the chief Pavilion Master, and whoever he wants in can get in?
"Zhou Bo, this year's Training Camp quota is already full. Just wait, I'll try to get you one next year."
Pavilion Master He said earnestly.
A 21-year-old Elementary Warlord is indeed considered a Genius. In previous years, with available quotas, he could definitely enter a regular Training Camp, and even had a good chance for the Elite Training Camp.
But in recent years.
Genius have been emerging frequently, both domestically and internationally.
The competition is too fierce, and the quotas are simply not enough.
"What? The quota is full? I have to wait until next year?"
Zhou Bo panicked upon hearing this, shouting repeatedly, "President He, that's a 21-year-old Elementary Warlord! Just over half a year ago, he was only a Senior Warrior, and in just half a year, his physical genetic quality has not only reached the Intermediate Warlord level, but he has also comprehended the Flowing Wind Blade Technique to the fourth level!"
"Such a Genius, letting him waste a year would be a huge loss for my Dojo of Limits!"
Pavilion Master He frowned, "Zhou Bo, it's not that I won't try to get you one, it's just... Wait!"
Mid-sentence.
His expression froze, and he quickly asked, "What did you just say? Comprehended the Flowing Wind Blade Technique to the fourth level? 21 years old? Are you sure you're not mistaken?"
"I'm certain, this is absolutely true, otherwise I wouldn't be in such a hurry!"
Zhou Bo quickly responded.
Pavilion Master He's breathing suddenly quickened, "I'm coming over immediately!"
He hung up the phone.
He directly leaped out of the building.
As a God of War, and also the chief hall master of a Dojo of Limits in a Base City, he knew very well that high Martial Artist genetic talent was nothing, because there were many precious treasures that could directly enhance the body's genetic primal energy.
But high Comprehension Ability talent was relatively rare.
Although the first three levels of the Flowing Wind Blade Technique were also difficult, there were still many Martial Artist who had mastered them. But the fourth level... fewer than fifty God of War-level Martial Artist in the Global had mastered it!
To comprehend the fourth level at 21 years old, such talent even surpassed many members of the Elite Training Camp!
...
Yinhui Community Center.
Dojo of Limits's sixth floor, Zhou Bo laughed heartily, "Xiao Shen, I've already informed President He, he's coming right away. Once he confirms your strength, I believe this matter will be settled!"
Shen Ping couldn't help but say, "Pavilion Master Zhou, isn't the quota full?"
Zhou Bo's voice just now was too loud, he was practically roaring, so many Martial Artist on the sixth floor heard it.
"It is full, but you are from my Dojo of Limits. As long as your talent is good enough, getting in is just a matter of a word."
Zhou Bo laughed. The Dojo of Limits places great importance on Genius, and for someone like Shen Ping, once the Dojo of Limits headquarters knows, they will definitely pay high attention.
The Elite Training Camp itself belongs to the Dojo of Limits, and the number of quotas is also determined by the Dojo of Limits.
Shen Ping nodded.
Bang.
A moment later.
The sixth-floor door was burst open.
Pavilion Master He's burly figure rushed in impatiently, "Zhou Bo, where is he, where is he!"
Zhou Bo pointed to Shen Ping.
Pavilion Master He's sharp gaze swept towards Shen Ping.
"Come, let's retest your strength."