"Weizi, Su Mu, fist power 427!"
As the voice of the singing disciple fell, cheers erupted from the Weizi stands.
This is the strongest punch so far and the first person to break through 400.
But the scene quickly became quiet.
The acting disciple took out a wooden plaque from the box, raised it high above his head, showed it to the five elders, and said in his mouth: "Wu Shu, Borta!"
Everyone present knew that Borta was famous for his strength. During the last martial arts competition, his boxing power reached 445. Now that his heavy mountain boxing has improved to a higher level, his strength will inevitably increase.
Everyone thought: "This punch probably costs five hundred, right?"
Bang...bang!
Borta lived up to expectations and delivered two consecutive punches with a power of 520.
"Wushu, Bolta, punch power five hundred and twenty!"
The Wushu stands burst into applause.
The elder Wushu next to the Eight-legged Cauldron also showed a proud smile, while the disciples looked at each other in shock, secretly praying that they would not meet this person when they were divided into groups.
Borta withdrew his jealous fist and glanced back at Basang intentionally or unintentionally, his eyes full of provocation.
"Sure enough, as the intelligence said, this Borta is extremely powerful."
Zhao Lin clenched his fists and thought to himself.
After Borta, the boxing test continued, and several characters Zhao Lin paid attention to also appeared one after another.
Weitz's McQueen has a punch power of 448.
Li Taiqing from Xiuzhao followed closely behind, with a fist power of 445.
He Liancheng, the chief disciple of the Liyang Sect of Dayue, was 433.
They were all a step ahead of ordinary disciples, but no one could get close to Borta.
When the disciples on the stage were halfway through, the disciple in charge took out the wooden sign, took a look at it, and said: "Da Viet, Zhao Lin."
"Work harder!"
Xiang Shaofeng patted Zhao Lin's shoulder hard.
Zhao Lin didn't speak, just nodded, walked slowly to the eight-legged tripod, took a sudden step, and punched the target.
The mercury in the crystal column suddenly jumped up, directly crossed the four hundred mark, and continued upward.
Four hundred and eighty, four hundred and ninety, five hundred...
Finally, with everyone stunned, it stopped at the mark of five hundred and twenty, and then fell back with a "swish".
"Five hundred...twenty?"
The acting disciple exclaimed, thinking that he was blinded.
The five elders also looked at each other, not expecting Zhao Lin to achieve the same results as Borta.
All the disciples couldn't believe it. Someone shouted: "Is this boxing target broken?"
"Yes, there must be something wrong with the boxing target! He is only twenty years old, how could he shoot so high? The boxing target must be broken."
"Elder, can I try again?"
"I also want to try..."
Several disciples who had not performed well before took the lead in encouraging.
Chu Hong's face darkened and he shouted: "What are you making all this noise about? Everyone has two chances. How can you do it all over again if you want?"
When he spoke, he glanced at Zhao Lin, intending to ask if it was normal.
Zhao Lin remained calm and nodded slightly.
In fact, he was surprised by such a high punching force, but he quickly figured it out.
After Liu Feiyang's guidance, he was able to use his wind energy more freely, and it was reasonable to increase his punching power by 20 points.
The Wushu elder Gao Yun smiled slightly and said, "Elder Chu, I think we can let them have a try. It won't take much effort to prove that the boxing target is fine, right?"
Zhao Lin's punching power is the same as that of Borta. He doesn't believe anything he says. And if he hits with a higher punching power, wouldn't he take away the number one spot?
Even if there is no problem with the boxing target, at least interrupting Zhao Lin's rhythm and disturbing his mood will be beneficial to oneself.
The other elders also had the same idea and said one after another: "Elder Gao Yun's words make sense, I agree."
"Our Lotus Sect's boxing target is fine, you can give it a try..."
After getting Zhao Lin's signal, Chu Hong felt relieved and said with a sneer: "That's fine, but Zhao Lin will have to punch twice again later. It's very unfair to him to make such a fuss affect his mood!"
Elder Gao Yun and others immediately agreed and ordered the two disciples in front of Zhao Lin to come up and fight again.
Zhao Lin walked aside indifferently and waited for the two men to punch.
The Yuanjing elders had very good ears and could roughly hear what was going on, but the disciples in the stands looked confused.
"Master Lu, what happened?"
Shangguan Xi listened for a long time, but due to his limited cultivation, he heard nothing, so he couldn't help but ask.
Although Lu Chaohuan heard it, he didn't know how powerful Zhao Lin's punch was, which surprised several elders present and said uncertainly: "Maybe there is something wrong with the target."
At this time, the two disciples who were hitting the boxing target again had finished punching and walked down dejectedly - the result was no different from before, indicating that the boxing target was fine.
At this time, everyone's eyes changed when they looked at Zhao Lin. Borta had a dark face and said nothing.
Chu Hong laughed loudly, "Do you believe it now?"
The four elders had no choice but to accept, "Okay, you can continue."
"Congratulations to Elder Chu, your country has produced such a talented person."
Zhao Lin walked back to the eight-legged tripod, calmed down, and punched out.
boom!
The mercury surged and reached the mark of five hundred and twenty again.
Zhao Lin kept walking, jumped back, then stepped forward, and punched again.
"Dayue, Zhao Lin, fist power 522!" the singing disciple shouted loudly.
There was silence in the school grounds for a moment, and it was quiet for a while, and then there was a lot of noise.
"How much... how much? Did I hear you correctly?"
"Five hundred and twenty-two, is that what you heard?"
"Is the boxing target broken? How is that possible!"
"Oh my God, he is only twenty years old..."
The Dai Viet stands were filled with joy, and the disciples stood up to celebrate.
Lu Chaohuan was so excited that he couldn't help but slap the railing in front of him. Shangguan Xi opened his mouth, but felt that his chest was blocked by something and he couldn't speak.
Only Yang Lin looked calm, clenching his fists secretly until his knuckles turned white.
On Weizi's side, Elder Gu and Elder Mai looked ugly, their faces twitching, and the words Huo Shan said before he died rang in their minds.
"I only regret one thing now. I shouldn't have sent Tuza and Enli at the beginning. I should have taken action myself. Even if a war started, I would have killed the two scourges Basang and Zhao Lin..."
It is indeed a disaster...
Amid the hubbub, testing continues.
It was not until the end, when there were only about twenty disciples left, that Basang finally appeared.
Basang strode to the eight-legged cauldron, his body sank, and suddenly turned into a beast that was ready to strike, punching out.
The moment it hit the bullseye, lightning flashed.
After a pause, there was a second punch.
"Wucha, Basang, has a fist strength of 530."
Basang grinned, his sharp white teeth shining in the sun.
(End of chapter)
