As a high-level warrior, Liu Yun had his own room specifically for testing various combat strengths. Among them, a punching power testing machine was specially reinforced and could even withstand the punches of a Warlord.
Liu Yun stood in front of the testing machine, positioned himself, and adjusted his posture for generating power several times, with his waist as the core.
The core of the Automaton Race was not their sturdy steel bodies, but their incredibly powerful computing ability. As long as the computing power was sufficient, many inconspicuous things could be integrated and utilized. Liu Yun only used simple traditional Chinese medicine to greatly increase his physical strength.
Coupled with the computing power individually correcting each punch, maximizing the strength in his body, Liu Yun fiercely threw a punch forward, heavily striking the punching bag.
"7000 kilograms!"
The punching bag directly gave a punching power rating of 7000 kilograms. With this punching power, an ordinary wall could be broken with one punch.
Facing the data, Liu Yun was very excited. He never thought that with the assistance of a computer, he could achieve this level! This was a rare punching power even among high-level warriors.
"Perhaps it can be further strengthened. As long as I Breakthrough to 8000 kilograms, I will directly become a Warlord. At that time, I wonder who would dare to provoke me!"
These words were spoken with conviction. In fact, in current society, Warrior-level Martial Artists were somewhat like the samurai of the past, the lowest-ranking nobles. However, from the Warlord level onwards, they were people with status and position, to the extent that they didn't even need to act themselves to deal with someone.
Afterward, Liu Yun tried a few more punches, and his punching power continuously climbed, reaching a maximum of 7600 kilograms, just one step away from an Elementary Warlord.
He also practiced with a weapon, wielding a long spear in his hand with formidable power. It had to be said that computer assistance was more evident in technical areas. The previous punching power was just brute force, but spear techniques required wisdom.
It could be said that with the assistance of a computer, an Elementary Warlord would not gain any advantage against him. The Automaton Race only lacked powerful bodies; as long as they had sufficiently strong bodies, they could immediately reach the Peak of that Realm.
For the next month, Liu Yun did not consider the surgery. He simply focused on Cultivating. He consumed countless doses of traditional Chinese medicine, making his body increasingly powerful. After a month, his punching power finally reached 8000 kilograms, which also indicated that he had completely become a Warlord.
"With an Automaton Race Clone to assist in combat, I believe that even if I'm just entering the Warlord Realm, I can possess terrifying combat strength within the same Realm."
Liu Yun was very confident when he said this, because traditional Chinese medicine was a very magical thing, incorporating thousands of years of experience from ancient Chinese people, as well as plants and animals rich in Spiritual Qi from the land of China.
Most people in the market who mocked traditional Chinese medicine had not found the correct way to use it. The Automaton Race Clone's re-verification and selection of traditional Chinese medicine also became an important factor in Liu Yun's success.
However, he had to undergo the assessment with those newcomers, which should include the protagonist Luo Feng, which still made Liu Yun feel a bit awkward.
Now, he had completely changed his mindset and naturally needed to re-plan his future.
The next day, after giving the crystal enough sun, Liu Yun hung the warm crystal around his neck and directly went out to re-participate in the Martial Artist assessment.
Liu Yun was very familiar with the entrance of the Dojo of Limits. He had even worked as a security guard for the Dojo in the past. Now, the few people at the Dojo's entrance were like brothers to him. As soon as he entered the Mingyue Central Community, he subconsciously pulled out a 'Huazi' cigarette.
"Oh, Liu Yun! Long time no see, you look much better!"
"Making a comeback? I think you don't need to be tested. Do your skills still need to be explained? Whoever causes you trouble, I'll deal with them."
Two Martial Artist guards, one on the left and one on the right, said with a smile. Immediately, a cloud of smoke filled the air. These small details were only known by those who had spent time there.
Liu Yun didn't put on airs either. These few people knew all about his situation. He said with a smile,
"Rules are rules, after all. I don't want to make things difficult for you or cause you trouble. After I pass the test, I'll give you a fright. My skill has actually greatly improved!"
The two didn't quite believe him. Familiarity was one thing, but Liu Yun's past issues couldn't be cured even with a considerable amount of resources. They had also heard that Liu Yun was using traditional Chinese medicine for conditioning, but what could mere traditional Chinese medicine achieve?
They let Liu Yun in, allowing him to do as he pleased. Liu Yun naturally complied, and his identity wasn't even checked.
As a community exclusive to Martial Artists, Mingyue Community consisted of detached houses with beautiful scenery and impressive landscapes. The flowers, plants, and trees inside were dazzling.
The assessment hall was in the center of the community. When Liu Yun arrived at the hall, he saw several people already waiting at the bar. Among them, a thin young man in a black training suit caught Liu Yun's attention.
"This is Luo Feng? He really looks unremarkable."
Liu Yun now had the strength of a Warlord-level Martial Artist, and he felt a slight disdain for Luo Feng. This person, if thrown into a crowd, would be truly hard to find, yet he was the most powerful person in swallowing starry sky.
"This person? Why does he feel so powerful? I seem to remember him."
Luo Feng looked at Liu Yun's Aura and vaguely recalled Liu Yun's past. He knew that Liu Yun had been a Martial Artist early on, but had lost his strength due to injury.
Now it seemed he also wanted to undergo the assessment with them, which was a bit unexpected. However, he quickly returned to his usual demeanor, only thinking about passing the assessment.
Liu Yun secretly paid attention to Luo Feng, and soon more Martial Artists arrived. Liu Yun and Luo Feng had already started chatting, and it was clear that Luo Feng was not a snob, and thus got along very well with Liu Yun, whose identity was currently awkward.
Not long after, people arrived one after another. The person in charge of the assessment, seeing that the number of people matched, didn't call names. He simply waved his hand and told them to follow him.
They took an open-air elevator to a huge training ground, where a dozen Martial Artists were chatting. The leader was Jiang Nian, the curator in charge of the Dojo of Limits.
However, what was surprising was that Li Lei was also sitting there. After all, he was also a Martial Artist. Seeing Liu Yun come for a rehabilitation test, a sense of disdain welled up in his heart.
"Hmph, this person dares to come here. I must teach him a lesson and make him leave here in disgrace."
He had made many friends here, and he believed that between a Martial Artist who was already crippled and a young, resourceful Martial Artist, these people would know how to choose.
So he began to secretly arrange things, hoping to get rid of this person. He absolutely could not let Liu Yun successfully pass the test. Either during the Rookie Warrior test or in the wilderness, he must kill Liu Yun.
And Liu Yun also knew that in the current situation, the world was in decline and people's hearts were not what they used to be. It was rare to see someone with the chivalrous spirit of Luo Feng. How could Li Lei not scheme against him?
"Hmph, it's not good to act here. I'll make Li Lei die without a burial place when we go out."
He thought to himself, he was in the dark and Liu Yun was in the light. Before they even started, Liu Yun had already lost seventy percent, so there was no fear of trouble later! But who knew, Liu Yun soon taught him a lesson, making him not dare to act recklessly.