Punch in the heavens

90 Genius
Boxing target machine, a humanoid boxing target machine is standing quietly in the center of the training room.Although this boxing target machine looks weak, it is actually made of special energy-absorbing materials, and even advanced warriors may not be able to destroy it.

Standing in dialect in front of the boxing target machine, everyone thought he was accumulating energy and preparing to unleash a thunderous blow, but only he knew that he was thinking about how much water to release.

In the eyes of outsiders, he hasn't practiced the gene energy cultivation method yet, so he shouldn't have too much strength, so he should hit about 1000kg.

Fang Yan took a deep breath, cupped his fist with his right hand, bent his legs in a lunge, silently recited one, two, three in his mind, and punched.

When his right fist hit the target, Fang Yan secretly thought that it was not good. He accidentally used too much force. Oh, being too strong is also a kind of trouble. It is not easy to hold back.

Sure enough, the boxing target made a dull banging sound, and the number immediately appeared on the electronic display - 1123kg.

Fang Yan didn't think much, and punched continuously, this time his strength was well controlled.

"1023, 1034"

Fang Yan looked at the values ​​that appeared with satisfaction. They probably didn't see his first punch, but he didn't realize that at this moment, everyone behind him had stopped practicing and stared at him blankly.

Luo Feng was the first to react, he ran over excitedly, beat Fang Yan's chest, and said, "You boy, when did you become so strong!"

Luo Feng's tone was full of joy, without a trace of jealousy, they were brothers who grew up, and now he could only be happy.

Yang Wu also came over in surprise and congratulated happily: "Afang, this time, you have far surpassed our group. I remember that the last time you came here, you only weighed more than 800 kilograms. This is How did you break through?"

"I don't know. Recently, I've been feeling itchy all over my body. It seems to be getting stronger little by little." Fang Yan can only make up one reason, otherwise, he really doesn't know how to explain it.

"That's it!" Yang Wu was a little disappointed when he heard Fang Yan's answer. He thought that Fang Yan had found some trick, but he didn't expect that it was just his personal experience.

"As a brother, I wish you a breakthrough as a quasi-martial artist."

"Brother Yang, it's a bit early to say this, and the speed and nerve reaction speed are still untested. Whether you can pass it are two different things." After thinking about it, Fang Yan decided to be humble, otherwise it would be too hateful.

"No, A Fang, you don't understand. A warrior's physical fitness increases proportionally. Just like me, I am stronger. Although speed is my weakness, it is only weaker than people at the same level. Some. Your punching power far exceeds the standard of a quasi-martialist, so your speed must have reached the level of a quasi-martialist." Yang Wu said with certainty.

"Forget it, you should go test it yourself. There is a machine here anyway."

"Okay, Brother Yang, I'll try it myself."

With that said, the three of them walked towards the runway in the training room.

All this was seen by a middle-aged man at the third door.

The man's name is Jiang Nian, and he is the instructor of this extreme martial arts gym. To put it simply, he is the boss here.

He was just about to go downstairs to go home. When he walked to the door on the third floor, he heard a bang bang sound coming from the training room. Based on his experience, it was definitely a sound that can only be made with a fist force exceeding 1000 kg!
Although he doesn't usually stay in the gym, he is very clear about the strength of these senior students. No one should be able to hit more than 1000 kilograms.

The curiosity in his heart prompted him to enter the training room on the third floor, where he happened to see the scene of Fang Yan boxing.

He did not alarm Fang Yan, but stood in the distance and watched quietly. If he remembered correctly, Fang Yan was only 18 years old this year. Such a genius must join their extreme martial arts gym.

There is a [-]-meter runway in the center of the training ground. The entire runway is covered with infrared detection, which can measure the speed most accurately.

Fang Yan stood at the starting point, took a deep breath, and jumped out like a cunning rabbit.In just a few seconds, he had finished the race and appeared at the finish line.

"27.8m/s"

It seems to be a terrifying number, but in fact it is only a few meters higher than the standard for quasi-warriors. The force value in this world is indeed terrifyingly high.

Seeing the numbers on the screen, Yang Wu showed an expression like this. He said a long time ago that the strength of the dialect has reached the standard, as expected.

Afterwards, Dialect tested his nerve reaction speed surrounded by everyone, and it was no surprise that he was of course awarded excellent.

It is still very easy for a high-level fighter to pass the quasi-warrior assessment based on his strength.

"An 18-year-old quasi-martial artist, this is probably the most talented warrior in our Yi'an District, right?"

"Who says otherwise? Compared to those children from big families, Al Fang is the real genius!"

"A real dragon emerged from our slums in Yi'an District!"

The students who can be here are more or less from the Nan'an community, and almost all of them are friends who have played since childhood.

The huge breakthrough in the strength of the dialect makes them happy in their hearts, because everyone has the same starting point, and their situation is even better than that of the dialect, at least both parents are alive.

However, under such circumstances, Fang Yan proved himself with his strength and gained their respect.

Jiang Nian, who was standing outside the door, was in a very excited mood.If he could recruit a genius to the Extreme Martial Arts Gym, it would certainly be beneficial.

Apart from the benefits, just forging this favor, there will be unexpected benefits in the future, it is definitely a profitable business.

Thinking of this, Jiang Nian quickly walked into the training base.

"Hello, instructor!"

"Hello, instructor!"

Jiang Nian nodded slightly and walked straight towards Fang Yan.

"Dialects, huh?"

There are hundreds of people in the martial arts gym, and Jiang Nian may not be able to remember everyone. If it weren't for Luo Feng, he might not have an impression of the dialect.

But today, the dialect is obviously better. Who can predict the affairs of young people more accurately? It is true that it is better to bully an old man than to mess with a young man.

"Hello, instructor!"

The owners of extreme martial arts gyms have to call instructors. This is to show respect and to distinguish themselves from the martial artists outside.

"Okay, when you were testing here just now, I saw everything clearly from the outside. At your age, you can become a quasi-martial artist, which is enough to see your talent and hard work." Jiang Nian praised unabashedly.

"Haha, I just worked harder than others. In fact, it doesn't matter. I just work harder and never take shortcuts."

"Well said, there is no shortcut to the path of a warrior. How about it, Ah Fang, go to my office and have a chat." Jiang Nian glanced at the upstairs office and signaled Fang Yan to leave with him.

"Okay, instructor!" Although Dialect didn't know why Jiang Nian was looking for him, it was not a bad thing at present.

"Madman, please wait for me here. After I finish chatting with the instructor, we will leave together!"

"Okay, go ahead, Al Fang, I'll wait for you here!" Luo Feng wholeheartedly agreed. He also wanted to use this time to train hard. He couldn't lag too far behind his good brother.

(End of this chapter)