Chapter 45: Chapter 45: Innate Martial Seed Assessment
Chengfeng Martial Arts Hall.
"Coach Zheng, let’s measure the power first today."
Fang Qingyu changed his clothes, came out of the changing room, and called out to Coach Zheng, who was about to head towards the other students.
"Hmm!?"
Zheng Lin turned her head sharply.
"You’ve reached 300KG!?"
The sound immediately attracted all the official students over.
"What are you looking at, get back to your training."
Zheng Lin looked at the others with a hint of frustration, as there were still people who needed her guidance every day hoping to get started soon.
"Follow me."
She then turned and led Fang Qingyu to the strength measurement instrument.
"Try it."
The 300KG strength test was not allowed to use martial techniques.
So Fang Qingyu simply threw a straightforward punch.
Bang—
At this moment, everyone in the official trainees’ area held their breath, unable to resist looking over.
312KG!!!
"Hiss..."
"What kind of freak are you?"
Zheng Lin looked on, filled not only with shock but also puzzlement.
Of course, ordinary people could have talents too.
But no one was like Fang Qingyu, whose physical quality skyrocketed like a rocket, and whose martial skill learning speed was extremely fast!
"Did you have a martial seed test done at the orphanage?"
Zheng Lin suddenly remembered something and turned to look at Fang Qingyu.
"What?"
Fang Qingyu looked utterly confused.
"I forgot, you were not even a month old then, how could you know."
Zheng Lin, seeing this, patted her forehead regretfully, and then grabbed Fang Qingyu’s hand.
"Come with me."
"Uh, okay."
Fang Qingyu did not resist and let the other pull him along.
Until the two walked out of the martial arts hall.
Only then did the others react.
"No way, Fang Qingyu’s speed is just too unbelievable?"
"He barely joined the official class a few days ago!"
"..."
Amid the discussions, only Song Ran quietly took out his phone and messaged Song Ming.
While Qin Hui, upon seeing Zheng Lin hurriedly pulling Fang Qingyu out of the hall, thought something happened, and followed them out.
"What’s going on here?"
"Fang Qingyu is very likely an innate martial seed!"
Seated in the driver’s seat of the Mini, Zheng Lin rolled down the window and spoke solemnly.
"What!?"
Qin Hui was also left dumbfounded, but instinctively opened the back seat and got in the car.
"Tell him yourself."
Zheng Lin, while driving, appeared to be extremely busy, holding her phone as if contacting someone, and let Fang Qingyu speak for himself.
Fang Qingyu now understood what Coach Zheng was aiming for, and said helplessly: "Today, my punch strength reached 300KG."
"?"
A question mark popped above Qin Hui’s head, then he urged excitedly, just like Zheng Lin.
"Go, go, go, immediately head to the Divine Management Bureau!!!"
"Is the martial seed really that important?"
As things settled down, Fang Qingyu felt a bit puzzled.
Although being an innate martial seed could directly lead one to become a martial artist, there were many examples of ordinary people achieving martial status.
It shouldn’t be enough to cause such excitement.
"You still don’t understand the value of a martial artist."
Listening to Fang Qingyu’s words, Qin Hui leaned forward from the back seat with a grin.
"Do you know who is the strongest in the world right now?"
"Who?"
Hearing the question, Fang Qingyu’s eyes lit up.
"A martial artist!"
"A martial artist?"
Fang Qingyu was a bit surprised; he thought it would be a Divine Cultist.
After all, what he learned from Old Qiao was that cultists were naturally extraordinary, inherently superior to martial artists.
"Yes."
Qin Hui’s eyes were full of longing.
"It’s the Director of our Divine Management Bureau."
"Actually, ancient martial artists were the most well-rounded, the highest-potential extraordinary profession, it’s just that too many ancient techniques were lost, nearly causing modern martial arts to end."
"But now the Director has proven it once again."
Fang Qingyu hadn’t expected this either.
Fortunately, hearing Qin Hui’s words today overturned his previous understanding.
"Now you know why we’re called the Divine Management Bureau, right?"
"Uh..."
Fang Qingyu twitched his mouth.
"That phrase was written by the Director, to deter those cultists."
"You’ll know when you encounter the cultists in the future, not everyone is like Captain Zhao."
"Okay."
Having gained new knowledge, Fang Qingyu nodded.
At that moment, the Mini stopped in front of a building.
After the Divine Management Bureau, Fang Qingyu arrived at the Qingjian City Bureau headquarters.
He followed the two straight up to the 68th floor.
"Song Dog, get out here!"
As soon as the elevator doors opened, Zheng Lin led with a loud shout.
"Coming, coming... aunty, don’t shout!!"
Song Ming had actually been standing by the elevator door waiting.
Zheng Lin immediately put on a fierce look, pointing at Fang Qingyu.
"Look at my student, an innate martial seed, missed by your bureau’s detection, what now, decide for yourself, if not, call your superior, do you understand the responsibility of wasting a martial artist’s ten years!?"
"In the office, in the office."
Song Ming quickly made a plea gesture, pulling and dragging the three into an office.
By now, Fang Qingyu realized something was amiss.
The main purpose of today’s visit did not seem to be testing the martial seed.
But rather...
"300 Life Pearls!! Otherwise, we won’t leave!"
Upon entering the office, Zheng Lin slapped the table and sat on the sofa.
Song Ming, hearing this, lay down on the sofa, looking calm: "Aunty, you might as well just kill me."
Fortunately, two more people came in from outside, preventing the situation from becoming a farce.
Even Lin Jiao was called...
Fang Qingyu looked at the two and silently gave thumbs-up to his two coaches.
"Alright, alright, stop making a fuss, get up."
Another person saw Song Ming’s posture, frowned, and shouted angrily, then quickly changed expression and looked at Fang Qingyu.
"You must be Fang Qingyu?"
"Yes."
Fang Qingyu nodded.
"Shall we test the martial seed first?"
The newcomer confirmed, then turned to Lin Jiao for approval.
Lin Jiao nodded silently.
"Come, child, stand in front of me and don’t move."
"Close your eyes."
Fang Qingyu stood in front of him, following instructions.
He felt a breeze brush his forehead... light enough to be sensed through his eyelids.
The whole process took less than 10 seconds.
He then showed an awkward expression, looking at Lin Jiao, nodding.
At that moment, everyone looked at the expressionless Lin Jiao.
"50, I’d say."
Lin Jiao pondered for a few seconds and calmly stated a number.
When this number came out.
Everyone with Lin Jiao carefully thought for a moment, reluctantly nodding.
"Okay."
It was obvious how outrageous the number Coach Zheng had just shouted was.
Shortly, the man returned, handing a bag to Lin Jiao with a pained expression.
"Let’s go."
Taking the bag, Lin Jiao called out to Fang Qingyu and the others, turning to leave.
It wasn’t until entering the elevator.
As the elevator doors slowly closed.
Zheng Lin couldn’t help but laugh, resting her arm on Lin Jiao’s shoulder.
"It’s got to be you, Captain Lin!"
Qin Hui next to her showed regret: "It’s a pity, I didn’t get to intervene."
Lin Jiao looked helpless, but didn’t shrug her off, simply handed the bag to Fang Qingyu.
"Take this, it’ll help you quickly get through the Observation Method entry stage."
"Thank you, Coach Lin."
Fang Qingyu smiled as he took it, not standing on ceremony.
Seeing this, Lin Jiao’s expression softened, adding a reminder.
"Use it for your own cultivation, don’t share it with anyone, and don’t sell it."
"Remember, as a martial artist, time is of the essence."