Chapter 12: One School, Two Warriors
After entering the elevator, the middle-aged man in loose sportswear pressed "6."
"Beep!"
The elevator arrived at the sixth floor.
Whoosh!
The doors opened, revealing an enormous martial arts training hall.
Inside the hall, over a dozen people had gathered, including the instructor "Jiang Nian," whom Luo Fan and Luo Feng knew.
"The people are here, stop chatting."
A middle-aged man with long, loose hair spoke, and everyone in the hall turned to look at Luo Fan and the others.
Yangzhou City had a total of twelve extreme martial arts schools and one Extreme Martial Hall.
These people were the instructors from those schools and the hall.
Standing in the center, with long, flowing hair, was Wu Tong, the chief instructor of the Extreme Martial Hall.
"Prepare for testing."
Wu Tong instructed the martial artist who had escorted Luo Fan and the others.
"Come one by one and hand me your ID cards first."
The martial artist who had brought the eight of them earlier collected their ID cards.
Then he handed them directly to Wu Tong, smiling,
"Boss, there are quite a few people today. Eight of them!"
"Mm."
Wu Tong casually took one ID card and swiped it across the device that had been set up nearby.
Beep!
A crystal-clear, almost transparent screen popped up on the device, displaying a large amount of personal information.
"The first one, Yang Wu."
The chief instructor said indifferently.
Hearing this, Yang Wu stepped forward.
"Throw your punch."
The chief instructor instructed.
"Yes, sir."
Yang Wu then punched the punching target in front of him.
923 kg——
"Pass. Next, Luo Feng."
The chief instructor casually swiped the second ID card on the device, glanced at the detailed identity information, and couldn't help but be surprised.
"Huh, 18 years old?"
"Old Jiang, this is from your District, right? When did such a talented young man appear?"
"Hehe."
The nearby instructor Jiang Nian couldn't help but smile proudly.
"Whether he has real strength is still uncertain."
Among the dozen or so martial artists nearby, one particularly overweight elder teased with a laugh.
"Maybe he's just here to see the world, has no real strength."
Instructor Jiang Nian glanced at him.
"What, jealous? You don't have such a talent in your District, right?"
"Luo Feng, show them the strength of our District"
"Yes, Instructor."
Luo Feng stepped forward and responded loudly, then walked toward the punching power test machine.
"Bang!"
958 kg——
"Not bad, such strength at a young age."
"Pass!"
Wu Tong glanced at Luo Feng with full admiration in his eyes.
"Next, Luo Fan!"
Wu Tong looked at the information on the device and gave Luo Fan a somewhat surprised glance.
"You and Luo Feng are brothers?"
Luo Fan and Luo Feng share the same surname, look about 70% alike, and are both senior students from the Extreme Martial Arts Academy.
So Wu Tong made that assumption.
"Yes, Chief Instructor."
Luo Fan smiled and said,
Wu Tong nodded at his words.
"Although your talent isn't as good as your brother's, being only twenty-one is still quite impressive."
Not far away, Jiang Nian looked at Luo Fan with deep emotion.
He still remembered Luo Fan.
After all, a junior student who couldn't break through to senior level in three years yet worked extremely hard every single day—Jiang Nian had felt a bit of pity for him back then.
Luo Fan looked at the punching target in front of him, controlled his strength carefully, and threw a punch.
"Bang!"
1204 kg——
Wu Tong's eyes lit up as he looked at the number on the punching machine.
"Not bad! Pass!"
"It seems both of you brothers can become Martial Artists."
"From now on, you'll be a dual Martial Artist family."
In reality, the chance of becoming a Martial Artist is extremely low.
The total number of Martial Artists in the world does not exceed one million.
Even during the Great Nirvana Era, when the global population drastically decreased, the world still had tens of billions of people.
That means every Martial Artist is truly one in ten thousand.
"Next, Chen Tao!"
.....
The eight candidates quickly finished the "punching power test." Among them, only one was unlucky, his punch registered just 888 kg, slightly below the passing line, and he was eliminated.
Now, only seven people remained for the next stage: the speed test.
"Activate!"
Chief Instructor Wu Tong came to the speed testing machine and flipped the switch.
"One by one, in the reverse order from before. First up, Wu Sheng."
Wu Tong instructed. Previously, Wu Sheng had been last for the punching power test, but now he was first for speed.
.....
Soon, it was the fifth person's turn.
There were only seven left. Luo Fan had been third for the punching test, but now for the speed test, he was scheduled fifth.
"Next, Luo Fan!"
Hearing this, Luo Fan stepped onto the track.
Once ready, in the next moment, he dashed forward like a leopard.
His speed was astonishing, cutting through the speed testing area with a strong gust of wind.
Even to the naked eye, Luo Fan's speed was noticeably higher than the others who had gone before him.
In just a few seconds, he reached the finish line.
Walking back, he saw the display screen showing a speed of 28.9 m/s.
"Not bad, very fast!"
Wu Tong looked at Luo Fan and let out a word of admiration.
Beside him, Jiang Nian finally relaxed and smiled again.
Next up was Luo Feng.
Luo Feng sometimes trained at the Extreme Martial Arts Hall, and Jiang Nian knew that Luo Feng's strength lay in speed. So he had complete confidence in Luo Feng's speed.
As for Luo Fan, he hadn't been to the hall since graduating high school.
That was why Jiang Nian had been a little worried.
He didn't know that Luo Fan's current strength and speed were all the result of intentionally suppressing his true potential, because Luo Fan wanted to secure a genius contract later, not for money, but to see if there was a faster way to become a martial artist without going through the practical exam.
"Next, Luo Feng."
Soon, Luo Feng's result appeared: 27.3 m/s.
A very impressive speed, especially for someone only eighteen years old.
"Last, Yang Wu."
Yang Wu adjusted his breathing and stepped onto the track.
At this moment, both Jiang Nian and Luo Feng were a little worried, Yang Wu wasn't particularly fast.
Once he got into position, Yang Wu dashed forward.
Soon, the results came in.
As expected, Yang Wu didn't pass. His speed was 24.9 m/s, just 0.1 m/s short of the required 25. Jiang Nian and Luo Feng couldn't help but feel a little pity for him.
"You didn't pass. Try again next month," said Wu Tong, a hint of regret in his voice.
Next, Wu Tong led Luo Feng and Luo Fan into a separate room.
Yes, only the two brothers had passed both the strength and speed tests this time.
They entered the "Neural Reaction Testing Room," connected to the training hall.
It was a spacious room, roughly 100 square meters, but noticeably smaller compared to the several-thousand-square-meter super training hall.
At the center stood a tall and expensive-looking machine. The front of the device had multiple openings that looked like six-barreled Gatling guns, but far more numerous, dozens of openings in total.
"First up, Luo Feng," said the head instructor Wu Tong.