Chapter 139

Chapter 139 A Punch for Testing!

"No, I don't have time."

Fang Qiu twitched his mouth and said directly.

"Please!"

He Gaoming answered immediately. "To be honest, I'm no ordinary people, I'm in the Wulin circle, do you know Wulin?"

Fang Qiu laughed.

"Well, the truth is."

Fang Qiu didn't answer, so He Gaoming told him the truth. "Tonight, there will be a fighting match, it's so much better than boxing match. If you're interested, we can go make a bet and make some money..."

"Not interested."

Fang Qiu said.

"Let me put it this way."

He Goming changed the subject and said while laughing, "We're friends, you must be interested in lending me some money, right?"

"Aren't we the kind of 'you still owe me a hundred yuan' friends?"

Fang Qiu said.

"Hello...hello, what did you say? I can't hear you...Hello! Hello..."

He Gaoming's voice started to fade.

Then Fang Qiu heard the busy tone.

Fang Qiu felt annoyed.

However.

He was a little interested in the match.

He wanted to see for himself, what was Wulin like.

He wanted to find out what would be going on in this fighting match that He Gaoming mentioned.

The last time, under the guidance of two kids of rich second generation, he found out about the trade fair of Wulin. But apart from that, he still knew nothing about Wulin.

He might as well took the chance to get to know Wulin.

He would get into the circle sooner or later, in order to find the old master.

He would get in anyway, why not sooner.

So.

But he wouldn't expose his identity that easily.

"He didn't tell me what time it would be."

Fang Qiu shook his head, and then went to class.

After class.

Fang Qiu put on the gym suit he wore when he went to the trade fair, left the school secretly, and then searched the food street near the Dayin Detective Agency. After making sure that He Gaoming was still three, he was relieved and had noodles in a small noodles stand.

After the meal.

The sky had already gotten dark.

Fang Qiu put on the mask that he prepared in advance.

Then he waited below the Dayin Detective Agency.

A short while later.

He Gaoming went downstairs, took a cab and left.

Like how he went to the trade fair, Fang Qiu also took a cab, following behind He Gaoming.

It was at night, and the traffic was less than daytime, so it was a smooth journey. The two cabs soon arrived at the suburb.

They went for a few kilometers in the suburb.

Then He Gaoming's cab stopped, and about eight hundred meters behind him, Fang Qiu got off the cab.

When the cab left, he rushed to follow him.

From afar.

He saw a giant manor.

The door of the manor was closed, and there were a big group of martial arts practitioners in front of the door.

He Gaoming was one of them.

When Fang Qiu got near the outer-ring of the group of people, Fang Qiu spotted He Gaoming immediately.

He Gaoming seemed very eager. As soon as he arrived, he rushed inside the group of people.

"So many people came!"

"They can come all they want, but not everyone can get in."

"No shit, here are all martial arts practitioners, how many people do you think the power-testing machine at the door can stop?"

"There are differences among the martial arts practitioners. The standard this time is 800 kg for one fist; ordinary martial arts practitioners can't do that."

People were pointing and discussing in front of the manor door.

Hearing the discussion from around, Fang Qiu looked up in front of the manor door, and he indeed saw a power-testing machine.

This power-testing machine was different from the rest; its giant base was entirely buried underground, and in the center of the door-like machine, there was a force-receiving area.

Above the force-receiving area, there was a monitor with the width of and the height of thirty centimeters.

It looked like any gatherings in Wulin had a standard!

Fang Qiu thought to himself.

The last time he went to the trade fair, he had to be able to fly over the eaves and run on the walls. The fighting match this time also had a standard for power.

Were the rules of Wulin that serious?

"Bam!"

When Fang Qiu was thinking about this, he heard a heavy crashing sound.

It was a young man in his early thirties, and he looked gentle and refined in manner, wearing a pair of glasses. But his fist hit 813.4 kg.

"Not bad! Not bad!"

"He looked weak, but he had quite the explosive power!"

People started to discuss.

"Bam!"

Another crashing sound rang out.

This time it was a old man with strong muscles and white hair and white beard. The old man looked and dressed refreshing.

"820.5 kg!"

"The senior is quite healthy and strong!"

"Yeah, he can still give such a hard punch at his age, impressive."

The crowd praised him.

The old man laughed out loud, and gave a fist-palm salute to the crowd. Then he walked toward the manor door, pushed the door and walked in.

At this moment.

A young man suddenly rushed in and tried to skip the power test and follow the old man inside.

But it turned out that as soon as the old man walked in, the manor door closed immediately.

The young man pushed as hard as he could, only to find the door didn't move a bit.

He was hopeless.

The young man had to return to the machine, and gave a punch on it.

"788 kg!"

Staring at that number, the young man let out a bitter laugh while shaking his head, and then waked to the side.

The crowd gave him some encouragement.

At the same time.

He Gaoming looked around, then laughed and took a step forward.

"I'll show you what real power looks like!"

He thought this to himself, lifted his head up and walked toward the machine.

At that very moment.

"Here I come!"

The sound of wind breaking and a scream rang out.

He Gaoming stopped.

A shadow rushed in instantly and stood on the power-testing machine.

Watching this.

He Gaoming couldn't help but twitch his mouth.

"Why is he jumping the queue?"

"Doing it first won't give you a bigger number. When I get on there, you people will know what a real martial arts practitioner looks like!"

He Gaoming took a glance at the person who jumped the queue, and then complained in his head.

Right at this moment.

That person gave a punch.

He threw his arms and gave a hard punch on the power-testing machine.

"900 kg!"

The number immediately jumped up on the monitor.

"Wow!"

"He actually hit a 900 kg?"

"That's amazing!"

"Is he the first person who can hit this number?"

"Now this is a real expert!"

The crowd applauded and screamed.

In the field.

He Gaoming twitched his mouth without care.

When he was about to step up, he suddenly heard the sound of the wind breaking again.

This time it was two people instead of one.

He Gaoming started to get angry.

He was obviously gonna be next when he stepped out of the crowd, why did those people keep jumping the queue?

There was no rule for queuing in this test, but it was so rude for them to keep taking his chance.

"Sorry!"

Just when He Gaoming was mad about it, the two figures in front of him turned around at the same time and gave He Gaoming a fist-palm salute to apologize.

In a situation like this, He Gaoming kept his manner.

He waved his hand and showed he was okay with it.

Outside the crowd.

Fang Qiu laughed when he saw the two young man rushing into the field.

They were the two kids of rich second generation who wanted to pay for his help before.

Was this the fighting match they were talking about?

On that side.

The two rich kids had already begun.

"Bam!"

The first one gave a punch.

"953 kg!"

The number was out!

Suddenly, the crowd was stunned.

So strong!

Then the second one gave his punch.

"Bam!"

"956 kg!"

The two of them both exceeded 950 kg.

This scene shocked everyone in the field.

But the two of them didn't stop.

After the strike, they gave the crowd a fist-palm salute and went into the manor under the crowd's shocked stare.

"Impressive!"

The crowd couldn't help but sigh after regaining their composure.

Watching this, He Gaoming immediately took the chance and rushed to the machine after the two left.

It was just he didn't look very pleasant.

"Fuck, they got all the attention."

He Gaoming helplessly shook his head with a bitter face, and then hit a punch on the machine.

"Bam!"

"955 kg!"

Wow!

The crowd was stunned again.

What was going on?

Another expert? Were the young kids so good nowadays?

Looking at the number on the monitor, He Gaoming let out a bitter laugh.

He knew very well what he was capable of, and that was why he wanted to do the test first, so that he could steal everyone's attention.

He could ignore the first queue-jumper. After all that dude only hit 900 kg, but then these two kids of rich second generation stole all the attention that belonged to him!

Never hit the face when you hit somebody, never steal the attention when you steal the chance!

That was the real truth!

But when the two guys were jumping the queue, they actually politely said sorry to him.

This made him feel awful.

But he didn't say anything, and just decided that he would punch whoever stole his chance or attention next time.

He finished the test and went in.

"Holy shit, three experts all at once?"

"The three of them all hit above 950 kg, that's really something."

"The point is, they can reach this level at such a young age, that's horrifying!"

"Above 950 kg, even a normal people who practise for ten years can't reach that level, right?"

"Looks like there will be a lot of fun in this fighting match!"

The crowd realized something and started a heated discussion.

Hearing the discussion from behind, He Gaoming, who was about to step into the manor, suddenly stopped and turned around with a smile on his face.

"So it isn't too late!"

He felt satisfied inside and was about to wait and hear more compliments before he went in.

They were free anyway.

Just when he was feeling good about himself.

"Bam!"

He heard another big hit.

The crows was shocked.

They all looked at the power-testing machine.

All they could see was that a man with his mask on, wearing a gym suit, stood in front of the machine out of nowhere.

As the sound of the big hit faded, on that power-testing machine, there was a four-digit number.

"1450 kg!"

Hiss—

Seeing that number, everyone in the crowd couldn't help but take a deep breath.

They all looked at that figure in front of the machine with disbelief.

1450 kg!

The number exceeded a thousand!

"Holy fuck!"

"1450 kg?"

"This is incredible!"

"Oh my god, this is the first time that I saw someone who can hit a four-digit."

"Really? Did I just see a first-class Martial Superior?"

"I heard that whoever can hit over 1500 kg is automatically a first-class Martial Superior. He didn't make it, but his strength is still dreadfully big. No one could beat him beneath the level, right?"

"This is such a shock. How many years did he train for such strength?"

"I believe that this man can smash everyone's head with just one punch."

"What a fucking creep!"

The admiration and compliment incessantly lingered on.

On that side.

He Gaoming, who was standing in front of the manor door, was dumbfounded too.

The way he saw it, people who could hit 800 kg were quite good, people who could hit 950 kg like himself were pretty impressive.

But he never could have expected that.

There would be someone who was far stronger than him.

The 1450 kg was 500 kg more than the number he got.

Most importantly.

This guy was masked, but judging from his figure, he was obviously at a young age.

A young man showed such horrifying strength; how could everyone not be shocked?