After hearing Wang Baozhang's words, Ye Zi became a little curious about what kind of person this nobody really was.
"How many of them are born with superhuman strength?"
"Four more for you."
"So many?" Ye Zi exclaimed in surprise.
"A lot? These are people with a strength of over 1,000 jin. Only people like that are qualified to join the Gate of Hell. As for those with a strength of several hundred jin, it's not too difficult to achieve that through scientific training and a professional diet."
"How strong is the strongest among them?"
"The test results show that the smallest of them weighs 1,000 jin and the largest weighs 1,700 jin."
"It's alright, it's not too bad."
"It all depends on how strong you are."
"Five tons," Ye Zi said simply.
"Let's give it a try and see." Wang Baozhang pushed open a door and went inside.
Ye Zi followed closely behind, and once inside, all she saw were testing instruments.
Shooting range, dummies, punching machines, and various heavy objects.
This test is very simple; just throw punches at the dummy or punching machine.
Ye Zi didn't choose the dummy; that thing looked like it was for testing bullet penetration. He chose the punching machine, a punching machine leaning against the wall.
It's marked as one ton, and that's the largest one.
Ye Zi stretched her shoulders, then punched the machine, damaging the part that would withstand the impact.
The testers present were stunned for a moment, then one of them pointed in another direction and said:
"With a punching power exceeding one ton, use that."
Ye Zi turned his head and looked over. He had seen this thing online before; it was used for car crash tests.
Ye Zi stepped forward and then threw a punch with all her might.
“Five…five tons,” another tester, staring at the monitor, stammered.
Do you know the techniques for applying force?
Ye Zi nodded, took a step, turned around, and punched the spot where she had just been. Although she didn't have a weapon, she used a mace technique called a turning horizontal sweep.
“One…one thousand fourteen thousand two hundred jin.” The tester, who was holding the monitor, stammered again.
Wang Baozhang exclaimed in shock:
"You really have the strength of five tons."
Ye Zi smiled and said:
"Of course I know how strong I am."
The test was complete, and the two left. Outside the room, Wang Baozhang said:
"I remember you know mace techniques, right? Then let's customize a pair of maces. Without a gun, you'll be invincible."
"I have the weapon, it's made of tungsten steel. If there's no harder material, I guess I won't need to redo it."
Speaking of guns, I'd like to test what caliber of bullet I can withstand.
"That can be tested."
Wang Baozhang took Ye Zi back to the testing room, then notified the medical team to come over. At the same time, he began preparing weapons—handguns and rifles of various calibers, both domestic and foreign, all common models available on the market.
After the medical team arrived, Ye Zi took off her clothes, leaving only her underwear, and then signaled Wang Baozhang to fire.
Wang Baozhang took the smallest caliber bullet. After a shot rang out, Ye Zi slapped her thigh; the bullet hadn't even managed to pierce her skin.
Then came the common 9mm pistol rounds, which broke the skin this time, but only the skin.
After a series of tests, Ye Zi gained a basic understanding of her physical body.
High-powered pistol bullets can penetrate muscles, but the damage is limited. 5.56mm bullets fired from rifles can pierce muscles, but the bleeding from the wound is not severe and will generally not cause excessive blood loss.
The 7.62mm rifle bullet was not tested and was completely unnecessary. If you see a rifle, you should dodge it, otherwise you could easily lose your life.
At Ye Zi's request, the medical team only performed bandaging and did not suture.
After the wound was covered with gauze, Ye Zi did not let the system use his blood and spiritual energy to heal it. He wanted to see how long it would take for the wound to heal on its own.
After leaving the testing room, Ye Zi and Wang Baozhang continued their previous conversation.
Although this was Wang Baozhang's first time handling logistics for Ye Zi, he still had some relevant knowledge.
Tungsten steel is already the hardest material available for forging weapons. If Ye Zi's weapon is made of tungsten steel, then there is indeed no need to customize it.
However, to prevent Ye Zi from being deceived, Wang Baozhang still asked Ye Zi to bring the weapon so that the forging team could check it.
"That's easy. The weapons are in the car. I'll go get them." Ye Zi said, then turned and left.
Wang Baozhang followed Ye Zi into the elevator. Ye Zi reached out and pressed her hand on a rivet, and saw a scanning light sweep across her fingertip before the elevator moved upwards.
After exiting the elevator, Wang Baozhang stayed in the living room to wait for Ye Zi. His main purpose in following her was to see if she knew how to use the elevator, not to run errands for her to retrieve weapons.
Ye Zi chuckled inwardly when he saw Wang Baozhang stop. He was glad he had been thinking about how to get Wang Baozhang to stay, otherwise he would have used the car as cover to take out his double maces from his spatial storage.
He walked to the car, opened the back door, got in, took out a weapon from his spatial storage, and then got out of the car.
Carrying his double maces, Wang Baozhang took the elevator back to the underground area and then led Ye Zi directly to where the forging team was staying.
"Wang Dachui, we have a job!" Wang Baozhang shouted as soon as he entered the forging workshop.
There was a reason for the loud shouting. The entire forging process didn't look special from the outside, and even the sound of the hammer striking the iron was not loud when standing at the door.
However, there were two doors in the forging area. After pushing open the second door, the sound of small hammers guiding the hammers and large hammers striking the forging process filled the air, along with the sound of hydraulic presses forging.
Ye Zi asked in confusion:
"Are there really that many combatants? They're so busy."
"There aren't many combatants who use cold weapons, but weapon wear and tear is a problem. They usually have spare weapons of the same type here, as well as the military knives we use, and some of the weapons used by special forces. They are also responsible for these weapons."
Finally, there were their own experiments, recreating some ancient weapon forging methods and exploring the practicality of new materials.
Ye Zi suddenly realized why the forging department was so busy, and why it was full of burly men.
Wang Baozhang led Ye Zi to a burly man who was about the same height as Ye Zi, but whose body was all muscle and who was wearing noise-canceling earmuffs. He patted the man on the shoulder and said:
"Wang Dachui, we have a job."
The burly man turned around, removed his earmuffs, and roared at Wang Baozhang:
"I'm your brother, would it kill you to call me brother?"
"We don't even know who was born first, so don't give me that crap." Then, pointing at Ye Zi, he said:
"Let's see if Ye Zi's weapon needs any improvement since he just came in."
The burly man turned to look at Ye Zi, then his gaze lingered on the double maces Ye Zi was casually holding, and he reached out his hand, saying:
"Let me see."
Ye Zi nodded as a greeting, and reminded him as she handed it over:
"It's made of tungsten steel, so it's a bit heavy."
"You're underestimating blacksmiths. How heavy can tungsten steel be?" the burly man said, reaching out to catch it with one hand.
If Ye Zi can be carried with one hand, he naturally won't take it with both hands.
"Five hundred catties."
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