At this moment, Zhu Xiangju was embracing his friends. They had all achieved such incredible results that he could hardly believe it. His biggest surprises were Zhang Ming and Wei Nan, who hadn't just surpassed their previous records but were now being praised and talked about by everyone around.
Their victories marked a huge step toward Zhu Xiangju's dream—a victory not just partial, like the one Nie Li had claimed, but a complete triumph over all the challenges the future held. Zhu Xiangju needed to create warriors so powerful that even when he left for the Realm of the Dragon Ruins, they wouldn't suffer losses against Legendary Rank beasts.
Zhu Xiangju wasn't paying much attention to Nie Li's test—he already knew how the orange-haired kid would perform, hitting an exact score of 100 in each category just to mess with Teacher Shen Xiu. So, he kept chatting and laughing with everyone around, praising them until they blushed.
Then…
*Fwosh…*
A breeze swept over them, a deep feeling that sent chills up their spines. Zhu Xiangju looked in the direction it came from—and realized it was Nie Li.
The orange-haired boy was standing in front of the power-testing machine, eyes narrowed, fists clenched, breathing deeply over and over, each breath releasing even more energy from within. The sight was beautiful, almost radiant. Nie Li's aura, now flowing like calm blue flames around him, was perfectly centered.
Zhu Xiangju felt uneasy, not understanding why his friend was unleashing so much power. And then the next move happened, leaving the entire arena in stunned silence.
*FLAASH*
A punch at jet speed, generating a shockwave that made people step back. When it landed on the power tester's piston, a metallic crash and booming sound filled the air.
*BOOOM KLANG*
Some people gasped in fear; others fell to the ground in shock. When the dust cleared a few moments later, the scene was jaw-dropping—a striking display of the young man's power.
The machine, which had withstood over 700 points from Wei Nan's force like it was nothing, had been hurled across the arena and reduced to a heap of metal. Nie Li had punched it at just the right angle to avoid everyone in its path as it smashed into the wall. Calmly dusting himself off, Nie Li strolled over to the nearest crystal, acting as if what he'd done was nothing out of the ordinary. When he infused his energy into the crystal, not only did it shatter, but another crystal twenty meters away exploded on its own, merely from the residual power.
Most people couldn't even react. They just stared, mouths open. Only a few truly understood what that level of power meant—and those few were absolutely shocked. Seeing someone his age reach such a level was unheard of.
"B-but wasn't his strength supposed to be the lowest among us?" Du Ze stammered, unable to believe his eyes.
Without taking his eyes off Nie Li, Xiangju replied, "You know him. Did you really think he wouldn't have a trick up his sleeve?" Xiangju acted as though he'd expected this, but he was the most stunned of all. Nie Li's power level was that of at least a 1-star Silver Rank warrior.
'Foolish, Zhu Xiangju! If Nie Li reached 5-star Bronze, he'd just skip straight to Silver—it's happened before, only a bit later!' He covered his face to hide the twisted smile creeping across his lips. That boy never ceased to surprise him.
Zhu's friends watched Nie Li in awe, eyes shining with admiration for his staggering strength, as the boy walked back toward them, his expression distant.
Passing Xiangju, Nie Li muttered sharply, "Don't disappoint me, captain." Zhu Xiangju's blood burned like never before at those words—a challenge? Was Nie Li trying to take control by surpassing him? It made no sense, but the possibility was there.
'He destroyed the machine so I couldn't show my strength… HAHAHAHA, YOU'RE SO CRAFTY!' While the instructors debated what to do next, Xiangju shouted for everyone to hear.
"I'LL BE THE NEXT TO TAKE THE EXAM!"
He clenched his fists and grinned wickedly, a red aura starting to radiate from his body. People around him began to sweat, watching as his skin seemed to thin, revealing muscles and veins underneath.
Raising a fist, crimson flames flared around it. All across the arena, shards of crystal exploded, shattered by the energy pouring out of him. Then, as if wielding a massive war hammer, Zhu Xiangju struck the ground with all his might.
*BLAAM CLAANG BOOOM CRASH*
The impact sent people stumbling back, some even collapsing, and the ground itself cracked, with fissures reaching up into the stands. The entire arena had turned into a danger zone.