Your skills are excellent, and now I have them too.

Chapter 29 A Genius Has Arrived, Get Out of the Way!

After showering, changing clothes, and eating, Lu Zhao stood downstairs and saw that many of the people coming down were listless and yawning.

"Wow, a lot of people stayed up all night."

After waiting for a few minutes, Chen Qinhu also came down.

This has become a tacit agreement between the two over the past few days; they go to the training ground together almost every day at this time.

"It's broken?" Lu Zhao asked casually.

"Um."

Chen Qinhu nodded. "And you?"

"It's broken too."

"hey-hey."

If anyone would be surprised that Lu Zhao, with a nominal score of 61, suddenly entered the Warrior Realm overnight, it would undoubtedly be Chen Qinhu, since he knew that Lu Zhao had been learning cultivation techniques from Zhou Changsheng.

As for talent...

Anyway, the measurement might be inaccurate.

Like others who had made progress or doubted their progress, the two arrived at the testing ground, which was already packed with people because it was late.

"It's over, we won't get a turn."

Chen Qinhu stood at the door, looking at the crowd gathered in front of the various instruments, feeling somewhat frustrated.

Lu Zhao grinned crookedly, cupped his hands to his mouth, gathered a surge of energy into his chest, and then shouted, "Everyone, look at me!"

The shouts were deafening.

In fact, there is no teaching on the application of internal energy at present. Even Zhou Changsheng has not taught it. The reason why he is self-taught is because he learned the principles of many weapons and equipment when he was learning engineering under Wang Zhao.

Those military products can almost all be understood as biomimetic technology, but they imitate the human body's meridians.

Using the meridians around his chest cavity to produce sound, similar to the principle of high-pitched singing, and generating a louder sound through resonance, was not difficult for him.

In short, after that one sentence, the scene did quiet down, and the noisy crowd all looked over.

Lu Zhao, however, was not afraid and said with a grin, "A genius who has already broken through to the Warrior Realm has arrived. All you idlers who have not yet broken through, get out of the way."

What are you saying?! I'm so embarrassed.

Countless gazes fell upon him, and Chen Qinhu dared not look up, even blushing as he tried to avoid them.

"Zhao, run! You'll incur the wrath of the crowd."

However, to his surprise, the crowd did not become angry; instead, they slowly retreated to the surrounding area.

Lu Zhao had completely grasped the rules of the Qin army: the strong go first, the weak retreat, and everyone felt that it was only right to give way to those who had already broken through to higher realms.

"Now we can test it."

At this point, there's no point in pretending to be weak. They're working all night to break through their limits, all for the sake of getting into the top 20. It can't be hidden.

Moreover, Lu Zhao had a little ulterior motive.

If 21 people have already broken through to the next level at this moment, how do we determine who will be the last one?

What if the higher-ups are incompetent and just randomly select whomever they want to recruit?

To prevent this, he decided to prove it as soon as possible, just like registering a trademark. With so many eyes witnessing, it would at least be an insurance policy.

Gradually, the crowd receded to both sides like waves, but a few figures remained motionless in the middle, like rocks in the water.

Sure enough, there were others who had already broken through to the next level.

Lu Zhao first saw Gongsun Ke, who had a large tattoo on his arm. Zhang Zilian had said yesterday that this person's talent was also above 80 points.

So far, only three people have been heard of reaching this score range, including Chen Qinhu.

Behind him was a woman with large eyes, but she had a sleepy look on her face. She had the appearance of a mature woman, and at first glance, she seemed to be about thirty years old. However, the age range of new recruits was only twenty-five, so she must just have a mature demeanor.

Standing next to the woman was a bald young man with a youthful face and a calm demeanor, unlike a student.

Looking further back, several tall figures gathered together, exuding a menacing aura, like a pack of tigers, completely different from the others.

Lu Zhao was helpless against them because they were his instructors.

"..."

No, what are you all doing gathered at the test site so early in the morning?

"Come here~"

A light, airy voice came from behind. Chang Fei beckoned with his finger, "What nonsense are you spouting so early in the morning? Anyone who didn't know better would think..."

He stopped mid-sentence, realizing that the person walking with Lu Zhao was Chen Qinhu.

These instructors are all veterans. To be assigned to train new recruits, they must at least be at the Iron Body Realm. In their eyes, those who are just starting to practice martial arts are all newbies. Whether they have high or low talent is not worth paying special attention to. After all, talent is only one of the influencing factors, and physical examinations are not necessarily accurate.

But some people are different, such as Gongsun Ke, the mature woman and the bald man mentioned earlier. They are all more than just a little talented, all above the 80 level. Even if they fluctuate a little, it doesn't affect the fact that they are naturally stronger than most martial arts practitioners.

Therefore, Chang Fei and his group of instructors remembered these people very clearly. After all, as long as nothing unexpected happened to them and they didn't die before they even got started, they would definitely become their superiors in the future.

Therefore, as soon as he saw Chen Qinhu, he knew that Lu Zhao was not joking and that he was telling the truth.

As long as it's the truth, it doesn't matter whether others were pushed aside or not; that's what veterans usually do.

"Ah Hu, I knew one night would be enough for you to break through to the Warrior Realm. The Chongxuan Method is stable in the early, middle and late stages, so your cultivation won't be slow."

Another slightly older instructor came up. From beginning to end, he treated Chen Qinhu differently. Low emotional intelligence is called snobbishness, while high emotional intelligence is called special talent being cultivated.

In fact, not only the instructors, but also other new recruits who came to be tested knew Chen Qinhu.

A talent score of 90 is too conspicuous to hide. Everyone, whether human or dog, can't help but take a few glances when passing by his formation.

Moreover, his muscular physique makes him easily recognizable.

"Hu, why don't you give it a try?"

The instructor pressed the reset button on the punching machine.

Chen Qinhu felt extremely uncomfortable under the gaze of so many eyes, his ears burning. If Lu Zhao hadn't been there, he wouldn't have known what to do.

Amidst countless expectant gazes, he walked up to the machine.

"Just hit hard," the instructor encouraged. "Come on."

The venue was completely silent. Even the other exceptionally talented individuals remained quiet, silently awaiting the result.

A breakthrough punch that scores 90 points is not something you see easily.

Chen Qinhu took a deep breath and raised his fist, which was as big as a sandbag, and his muscular arms.

Bang!

Snapped!

The rubber covering the machine cracked, exposing the metal sensor plate inside.

drip.

16.78.

"Wow."

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd, followed by a clamor that spread in all directions like a tidal wave.

Some people were calling out numbers to those who hadn't seen clearly, while others were discussing what the normal value should be for someone who had just broken through to the next realm.

In fact, just over ten minutes ago, another person who had just broken through to the next realm had come to test his punching power. However, that person's talent score was only 70-something points. He was able to break through to the next realm overnight purely because of his intelligence and comprehension. This person's punching power only reached 10.78. The difference between the two was too great.

"The Chongxuan Method is indeed powerful."

The instructors all sounded sarcastic.

They only have long training time and practical experience, not high talent. There are plenty of such martial soldiers in the entire Qin Dynasty. They are not qualified to learn the Chongxuan Method.

But while laymen see only the spectacle, experts see the intricacies. The new recruits thought the difference in punching power came from talent, but the veterans understood that while talent certainly had an impact, the difference in training methods was even more important.

Of course, it's not necessarily true that the greater the strength, the better. It's just that the Chongxuan Method is all about powerful and heavy force, and it's normal for the refined energy to focus on muscle strength.

Chang Fei clicked his tongue in admiration. When he was a new recruit, he had never encountered someone with 90 points of talent and a physical condition suitable for the Chongxuan Method. Staring at the burly Chen Qinhu, he was filled with envy.

Then he saw this guy turn around: "Zhao, why don't you give it a try?"

Chang Fei was jolted awake; his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

Not a buddy!

You just threw a punch that hit 16.78, and you turn around and call someone to spin around and embarrass yourself?

Is this how you brothers act?

However, he thought again and realized that Chen Qinhu didn't mean any harm. He was probably just not very emotionally intelligent, not good at socializing, and didn't quite understand the atmosphere. So he stepped forward to help: "Next time, we'll be gathering soon, don't be late."

Lu Zhao looked at him, puzzled. "Isn't there still half an hour until we assemble?"

"....."

Chang Fei was a little depressed.

I helped you out of that predicament, and you don't even appreciate it.

Fine, go ahead if you want. Why should I stop you? It's not like I'm the one who's embarrassing myself.

He shoved his hands into his pockets in a fit of pique.

Humph.