My Cold and Proud Beauty President

Chapter 1003 Luo Feng's grades!
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Luo Feng walked onto the stage slowly.

He was still walking very fast, but the five masters on the judging panel yawned and fell asleep.

The referee was also listless, apparently not taking Luo Feng seriously.

The rest of the audience are also looking forward to the next speed test. They really can't raise the slightest sense of expectation for a character like Luo Feng.

"let's start!"

The referee urges people for the first time.

Luo Feng nodded, smiled faintly, "Okay!"

He stood in front of the No. 6 alloy plate, pressed it gently with his fist, and then pressed it lightly with his palm.

Those people looked at Luo Feng strangely.

"What is he doing!"

"It's probably because you're afraid that you'll break your hand with a punch?"

"It must be! With such a thin body and bones, if he punches down, the fist will not be destroyed?"

"..."

It stands to reason that all the people present were martial practitioners, so the judgment of Luo Feng should not be based on his body shape.

But the aura emanating from Luo Feng's body told everyone that he was just a simple S-rank martial artist!
S class, among the contestants present, is a very, very low level, belonging to the level of the tail of the crane.

What kind of statistics can an S-level martial artist produce?

Nobody likes it.

However, the next moment, they were dumbfounded!
All I saw was that Luo Feng stretched out his index finger and pressed it against the alloy plate.

The numbers on the LED display screen began to change.

Luo Feng gradually exerted force, and seemed to be very relaxed.

And the data on the LED board is also starting to change from zero.

"5 cattle!"

"6 cattle!"

"7 cattle!"

"..."

At first, change was slow.

However, this has become a little surprising in the eyes of everyone.

Luo Feng's pressing down with one finger is really awesome, isn't it?There is no momentum, but simply the force of pressing!

Still a finger.

This Nima is even more attractive than Porter's performance!
However, the data on the LED board changes too slowly, and it feels like a slap in the face.

"Hahaha, look at his strength, he has reached 9 cows, can't he change it?!"

"Yeah! If he punches down, he might be able to hit more than 10 bulls. Now it's 9 bulls and there's no way to increase his strength!"

"This is the so-called death if you don't die! There is only one chance, if he looses his finger, he will have no chance to test again!"

"Haha, I laughed so hard! What a waste!!"

"..."

Of course, Luo Feng heard the discussion of the group of people below.However, he grinned, "Is that really all that is?"

Luo Feng was just teasing this group of people!

He suddenly increased his strength, and the data on the LED board began to change again.

"15 cattle!"

"20 cattle!"

"30 cattle!"

"40 cattle!"

"..."

The data changed so fast, even no less than the data tested by Porter before!
The audience was dumbfounded watching this scene.

"Fuck! This guy hid his hand! It's amazing! One finger pressed 40 cows of strength!"

"More than that! He should have just reached the point of struggling, and he should still be able to squeeze out a few more strength!"

"I guess he should be able to hit 45 ox! A master like him should be able to hit the alloy plate with a punch of at least 50 ox. It's a pity that he chose to press with one finger."

"..."

In the referee's seat, the five referees were a little surprised.This is the first martial artist to press the alloy plate with one finger, which is indeed a bit novel.Moreover, the data is so beautiful!

It can be said that the strength has reached 35 cattle, which is the top 10 potential players!
Top ten, that is a very high honor.

It has to be said that Luo Feng felt that there was still a price to be paid for pretending to be aggressive.His one finger was indeed subject to a lot of restrictions, and it didn't have any momentum to help it!
His performance was not too amazing!

In the end, a lot of strength was used, but only 50 cattle.

The data also stopped at the level of 40 cattle.

"50 cows! That's pretty cool! He's using one finger!"

"This guy must be able to enter the top ten, right?"

"Fart! An S-level guy can test the strength of 50 cows. At most, he can be said to be born with supernatural power. Maybe he can't pass the speed test!"

"That's right! He's just an S-rank martial artist. Oh, what a pity!"

"No matter how powerful an S-level master is, he can only be ranked in the top [-]. If you want to be in the top [-]..., dream!"

"..."

Beside Porter, an extremely sexy white-skinned woman in a yellow robe who seemed to be of European descent secretly shook her head, "My lord, is this the person you want to deal with?"

"Yes." Porter nodded lightly.

"But, is such a person really worthy of being shot by an adult? One is nothing more than S-rank trash." The woman smiled wryly.

"No." Bolt shook his head, "Didn't you realize that this guy hit 50 cattle with only his own muscle power?"

"What?!" The woman was shocked. "He..., is he useless?"

"No." Bolt has reached Wu Zong -7 level, so he naturally knows that Luo Feng didn't emit the slightest qi and blood fluctuation just now.

In other words, the strength of 50 cattle just now is just Luo Feng's pure physical strength!

Usually, a person can increase his strength by 30% by using Qi and blood!

In other words, if Luo Feng used his energy, he could use one finger to press at least 65 cows of force!

However, Luo Feng did not use Qi.

The pure physical strength has reached 50 cattle, which is beyond the imagination of women.Ordinary martial arts practitioners might not even be able to pass the 10 ox threshold if they only use their physical strength to punch down with one punch.

It can be seen how tyrannical Luo Feng's physical strength is.

"Now do you think he is qualified to let me do it myself?" Bolt said lightly.

The woman was a little taken aback, "This..., this..., but..."

"A small number of martial practitioners in their Yanhuang Kingdom have mysterious means to suppress their aura. Obviously, this Luo Feng used this mysterious method to suppress his own strength to S-level." Porter said lightly. say.

The woman was even more surprised, "Your Excellency, you mean that this person has concealed a great deal of his strength?"

"Wolf King of the Middle East, is Lang's false name?" Polt's face still had the same smile.

The woman swallowed, "Then..., does your lord know what level he is now?"

"I don't know." Porter shook his head, "So..., the game is fun to play this way, isn't it?"

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(End of this chapter)