Chen Shouyi practiced the Horizontal Training Thirty-Six Styles for a while, then went to the internal restaurant of the guest house to have breakfast.

At eight o'clock, people from the Martial Arts Bureau came to pick him up.

It was still Sun Jianhua from yesterday.

Bai Xiaoling and others also followed along.

Sitting in the car, Chen Shouyi felt peaceful, yet he watched Tiananmen pass by with interest.

With his level of strength, the martial artist assessment was just a formality.

There was basically no suspense.

Sun Jianhua hesitated for a moment, but still reminded, "Mr. Chen, there will be many martial artists coming to observe the assessment today."

Chen Shouyi withdrew his gaze and asked, "Many? How many?"

"Before I came, ten had already arrived," Sun Jianhua said. Basically, those without assignments who could come were already there.

Ten!

Chen Shouyi chewed on this number silently, knowing only six martial artists in the capital.

"Do they want to meet me?" Chen Shouyi suddenly made a joke.

Sun Jianhua couldn't help but cough, "Well... I'm not sure, but I suggest you give your best effort for the assessment!"

"I'll do my best!" Chen Shouyi nodded and said.

Thoughtfully, he pondered, "Do they want to see my weight? After killing a demigod, though I've gained fame, I probably also invited skepticism from the martial arts circle."

Chen Shouyi remained expressionless.

Although he took advantage of the demigod's severe injury to kill him by luck,

it wasn't something an ordinary martial artist could question!

He became serious in his heart.

He could lose anything but not his dignity!

And especially not in the capital, losing face across the martial arts circle.

Now his strength was considered weak among peak martial artists; his strength was nearing the limit of martial artists, and his agility even exceeded it, but his intelligence was a significant shortfall.

"Such strength is still far from enough!" Chen Shouyi looked at the attribute panel and thought, "I must use additional means."

"Super God state?"

"Better not, it's too wasteful, it's just an assessment after all."

"Just use the Giant Transformation!"

He glanced at Bai Xiaoling and Zhang Miaomiao, hoping the stretchy underwear he bought with the Barbie Doll yesterday was of decent quality and could last for a while.

Zhang Miaomiao and Bai Xiaoling remained silent, not wanting to affect his state.

The car roared all the way, quickly turning into a cluster of buildings.

The national emblem at the entrance gave a sense of solemnity, with four vigorous gilded characters below.

"Martial Arts Bureau!"

Before the mutation, all major martial artist and martial artist apprentice assessments were held here.

With resources, geographical advantages, economy, and even special policies, there was a deliberate talent siphon effect, and most chose to stay in the capital.

This also led to most of Great Xia Country's martial artists being in the capital.

Soon, the car passed through a crimson maple forest and stopped at the entrance of an oval-shaped single-story building.

Chen Shouyi opened the door, jumped off the car with his sword!

The forest here provided cover, making it tranquil amidst the hustle, with beautiful surroundings.

"Mr. Chen, it's just up ahead, please follow me," Sun Jianhua politely said.

At this moment, someone inside heard the commotion, and two people walked out.

"Chen Shouyi, you're finally here!" Zhu Xueqing smiled and walked over quickly, giving a friendly punch to his chest.

"Not late, it's you who came early," Chen Shouyi gestured with his hand, glanced at her B-cup chest, then calmly put it down and said.

"Buddy, you've done such a big thing we don't even recognize you!" joked Lu Shouhu, whom Chen Shouyi had met during the mission to recover a nuclear bomb. "We're all here today to see you embarrass yourself; you don't mind, do you?"

As Chen Shouyi was about to speak, Zhu Xueqing interjected, "Soon you'll see, it was Elder Luo who reported the demigod killing!"

Though she hadn't seen Chen Shouyi kill the demigod, she had witnessed his strength.

Back then, in the Qujiang City naval port factory, when faced with those terrifying giant monsters, after transforming into a giant, he turned the tide and killed fiercely, even surpassing Elder Luo by far.

Otherwise, the perilous mission back then might have ended with their complete defeat.

"Watch all you want!" Chen Shouyi said indifferently.

Mere fame!

With that, he walked inside.

Sun Jianhua quickly stepped forward to lead the way.

Chen Shouyi stepped into the reception room, where some people stood up with a smile, while others remained expressionless.

However, martial artists are all dignified people with a superior status.

And there was no conflict of interest.

Though they were dissatisfied internally and wanted to see the worth of this "lucky guy," no one spoke maliciously or insulted him.

Chen Shouyi nodded to everyone and entered the assessment field.

It was almost as big as half a football field inside.

The ground was covered with thick steel plates, full of footprints, exuding a metallic scent.

Chen Shouyi glanced around, feeling as if something had shattered inside him.

Apart from its size, it felt similar to the martial artist assessment, lacking any mysterious feel, and due to post-mutation effects, many detection devices were absent. By comparison, the martial artist apprentice assessment he once accompanied his sister to seemed more technologically advanced.

But now, there was not much more to expect.

The martial artists originally in the reception room also entered the assessment field one after another.

Facing the strong presence of so many martial artists watching.

The few examiners and martial arts notaries sweated on their foreheads, nervously asking, "Mr. Chen, are you ready?"

"Ready!" Chen Shouyi nodded.

"Then we'll start with the strength assessment!" The examiner tried to stay calm.

The strength assessment involved a gigantic bench press machine, resembling a piece of machinery where weight could be freely added at both ends.

Starting with one ton.

Lying on the iron bed, Chen Shouyi effortlessly lifted it, "Too light!"

Quickly, the weight increased to one ton two.

"Still too light!" Chen Shouyi continued.

As the weight kept piling on, the surrounding chatter and conversation gradually dwindled.

When the final two tons were lifted and completed in a standard set by Chen Shouyi, all the martial artists fell silent.

Wang Lie looked on with a heavy expression; even he lacked such strength.

Two tons were considered the conventional limit for martial artists; of course, those with larger physiques had innate advantages and could surpass it more easily, but his physique was clearly still in the normal to lean range among martial artists.

"However, to kill a demigod, this is far from enough," he thought to himself:

"At most, just another peak martial artist similar to him."

...

Next, the speed test was conducted.

Compared to the martial artist assessment, the speed test for martial artists covered a distance of three hundred meters.

Inside the changing room of the assessment field, Chen Shouyi changed into sportswear and stood on the track, taking off his shoes.

Suddenly, a starting pistol fired, and his foot stomped fiercely.

With a "boom," the steel-plated floor shook slightly, leaving a deep footprint at the starting point, while his body shot off like an arrow, creating a breeze throughout the spacious assessment field.

The distant examiner only felt a silhouette flash before his eyes and hurriedly pressed the stopwatch, "2.1 seconds!"

"Buzz!"

The crowd burst into uproar.

"How is this possible!"

"His speed is almost one hundred fifty meters per second, how did he run that!"

"Incredibly terrifying, simply a monster!"

The crowd was abuzz with chatter.

In fact, once a martial artist reaches a certain level of strength, speed becomes hard to further improve.

No matter how fast the steps or how great the power, speed can't be enhanced.

Wind resistance, gravitational effects, especially the upward airflow at high speeds that causes the body to lift when running (except for short bursts)

F1 racing cars can lower the chassis, use front and rear wings along with a set of aerodynamic kits to provide additional downforce, keeping the car firmly on the ground.

Humans cannot!

The center of gravity during running cannot be lowered endlessly.

It's generally accepted that human speed tops out around one hundred meters per second, but now this limit was completely broken, shattering all the martial artists' perceptions.

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