Certification Office.
The vibration from one of the fist strength testing rooms spread to other testing rooms, and the warriors inside felt the vibration of the wall one by one.
"How terrifying! Has anyone broken through to become a general?"
"This vibration is probably close to the power of a punch from a Martial Saint!"
Soon, the results of Yang Chen's punching strength test came out.
“3,500 kilograms!”
"It's much better than I thought. This value is almost about to break through to the certified level of Martial Saint." Yang Chen smiled happily.
The currently recognized standard for a martial arts saint is a punching force of 4,000 kilograms, but the gap between Yang Chen and the martial arts saint is only 500 kilograms, which is equivalent to the gap between a professional boxer.
If it were any other warrior, this gap might be a world of difference, because as time goes on, it becomes very difficult to increase the power of the punch even a little bit.
But Yang Chen has sign-in, so for him, improvement is as easy as eating and sleeping.
"As the sign-in level increases, the experience required to upgrade also increases. However, if it's only 500 punch strength, it only requires 50 physical fitness. In a few days, I will have to re-certify as a martial saint."
Thinking about how he had just offended the bank, Yang Chen smiled calmly: "I guess the bank will be disappointed. A super genius, unique in human history, is about to be born!"
After leaving the testing room, Yang Chen came to the certification counter.
The staff behind the counter stared at the person walking towards them with a glazed look on their face. "Test data, how much?"
"Why are you asking me? Can't you retrieve it here?"
"Sorry, I forgot. Wait a moment." The staff member slapped his head.
He was sure that the vibration came from the testing room where Yang Chen left. Just now he didn't think that the person in front of him had that ability, but now he was slapped in the face.
"Sir, your test result is... No way, 3500 punches!"
The staff stared with wide eyes.
He was an ordinary person with less than a hundred punches, but when he saw the five-digit number displayed on the screen, he reacted as if he saw a huge sum of tens of millions of dollars.
"I've been in this business for many years, but this is the first time I've seen a newly certified warrior achieve such high punching power. Sir, you've really opened my eyes!"
After receiving the exclusive certificate of honor and medal for military commanders from the counter, Yang Chen casually put the medal on his shoulder.
In this way, anyone who wants to cause trouble for me in the future will either be short-sighted or have to think twice.
He walked out the door with extraordinary confidence.
"Hey, isn't this Yang Chen? He just failed the authentication?"
Wu Tao, who was waiting at the door to see Yang Chen's joke, slung one arm over it, one leg raised and dangling, and said frivolously, "Some of the people who just went in with you have directly broken through to the rank of War General, and their punching power is probably close to that of a Martial Saint. The gap between people is a chasm. They are all warriors, but some can only stay at the Warrior level their entire lives, while others can easily climb to the rank of War General with a little effort."
Facing Wu Tao's sarcastic gaze and listening to his mocking and frivolous words, Yang Chen smiled lightly.
Look, the blind person is here, isn’t he?
"Look at you, you're a mediocre warrior your whole life!"
"Yang Chen, you!" Wu Tao clenched his fists immediately due to the irony.
A heavy hand grabbed his shoulder and pulled him behind him: "You have nothing to do here, don't block the way."
The person behind him was the bank’s top warrior, Awei, who had been waiting for a long time.
He was not as blind as Wu Tao. He saw the medal of the general on Yang Chen's shoulder at a glance.
An unexpected surprise suddenly appeared on his face.
"You have successfully certified the general!"
Yang Chen wiped the medal on his shoulder and asked, "Are you from the bank?"
Ah Wei looked at Yang Chen and said in a deep voice, "Yes, I want to ask, how much force did you use in your punch?"
"3500. I didn't hit it with all my strength, otherwise it should be higher." Yang Chen said lightly.
3500!
Doesn't that mean it's 500 punches stronger than my full-strength attack?!
Awei's face twitched, but he quickly covered up this unnatural expression.
"Yes, you are one of the best among the gods of war. In time, you will have the opportunity to be certified as a martial saint."
While Awei was saying encouraging words, he felt mixed emotions in his heart. His purpose was to kill the other party, and even if he couldn't kill him, he should have made some harsh words.
But when he learned that his opponent had only punched with 3500 force and had not used his full strength, he changed his mind.
This person has already been certified as a general. Fortunately, he was certified first. Otherwise, if he had let the two of them fight just now, he would have lost for sure and would have lost face.
"My friend, being an enemy of the Bank is not the path a rational person should take. The Bank will lead the alliance into a new era. You can consider joining this big family, and the past hatred can be wiped out."
He tried to win over Yang Chen. Even if he didn't win him over now, the leader would ask him to do it after he returned.
The warrior in front of him also had a general medal on his shoulder. Yang Chen didn't know the other party's background, and he was quite polite. He didn't make Yang Chen feel uncomfortable like those money bank lackeys before.
"I'm not interested in joining a money house. Besides, I'm disgusted by its practices."
Unreasonable institutions like money houses will definitely be banned in the future. Yang Chen doesn't want such things to exist in the territory he manages.
Of course, he is unable to control everything in the territory now, let alone ban it, let alone join it, which is even more impossible.
As a crystal core master, would I be interested in joining a small bank?
Wu Tao listened to the conversation between the two and found that he seemed unable to get a word in, and it seemed that if he interrupted, nothing good would happen.
Gradually, Wu Tao's figure disappeared beside the two of them.
Awei was waiting for Yang Chen's answer, but he didn't expect to get this answer. This was not the answer he wanted, nor was it the answer a smart person should give.
"You should know the consequences of offending Liu Ming. Even among the Martial Saints, few dare to provoke him. My friend, I'm thinking of you."
"I am an ambitious warrior and will not be someone else's lackey. Go back and tell Liu Ming that if you have the guts, come and kill me. I'm waiting."
"Are you really not afraid of getting into trouble?" A hint of surprise appeared on Awei's face again.
The latter shook his head and then asked, "Could you please leave a name, friend?"
"Money bank, Awei." I thought, is this to leave a name so that we can contact each other in the future? I guess we will fight when we meet next time.
With a relaxed smile on his face, Yang Chen walked away from him.
Looking at the confident figure walking away, Awei was a little confused: "Is this guy too straightforward, or what is his confidence?"
"Awei, right? Then, except for you, the crystal core energy supply for everyone else in the bank will be halved from now on."
His mind returned to the Crystal Core Tower, and he made some modifications to the distribution of crystal core energy that controlled the flow to the pipeline. This resulted in the energy flowing to the bank being reduced for everyone except the one named Awei.
Liu Ming, who was absorbing crystal core energy to practice in the dormitory, suddenly opened his eyes. He felt that the crystal core energy seemed to be much less today, and the flow suddenly stopped just now!
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