At that moment, Wu Zhangkong was seriously considering whether Nan Fusheng should be equipped with a weapon—perhaps something like a hammer.
After all, with such raw strength, it felt like a waste for someone like Nan Fusheng to remain in the backline as just a support-type Soul Master.
And if he carried a weapon, it could prevent enemies from easily targeting the rear during battles.
Just imagine: an enemy bypasses the front line, thinking they're about to take out a squishy support in the back, only to be met with a massive hammer smashing straight into their face. That alone could completely flip the battle.
Wait a minute... why did I immediately think of a hammer?
Wu Zhangkong shook his head and moved on. "Next—Tang Wulin."
Boom!
Left hand: 1,156 kg.
Boom!
Right hand: 1,348 kg.
Thanks to Nan Fusheng's results earlier and everyone already being aware of Tang Wulin's strength, no one was particularly shocked by the numbers.
But Wu Zhangkong didn't let Tang Wulin step back.
"Now test again—with the golden scales on your right arm."
"Oh." Tang Wulin raised his right arm. A soft, golden light shimmered across it as rhombus-shaped golden scales appeared, covering his skin.
Wang Jinxi unconsciously took a step back. The rich Golden Dragon King aura radiating from Tang Wulin caused his martial soul to tremble faintly, almost in submission.
BOOM!
2,700 kilograms.
"Try it with the dragon claw," Wu Zhangkong said flatly.
"Oh!" Tang Wulin was curious too.
But just as he raised his right hand, he paused and asked, "Teacher, if I break it... Do I have to pay for it?"
Wu Zhangkong frowned slightly. "No need. The machine can withstand over 10,000 jin (5,000+ kg). Even if you break it, the school will cover it."
"Alright then."
An even more intense Golden Dragon King aura surged outward. Wang Jinxi felt the air grow heavy around him.
Nan Fusheng watched closely as Tang Wulin's hand grew broader, joints thickening. The dragon claw materialized—golden and radiant.
The scales on the claw were denser and finer, and the tips of the claws—three inches long—shone like polished glass.
BOOM!
CRACK!
A number flashed briefly on the screen—too fast for most to catch—and the testing machine exploded, scattering metal shards everywhere.
The Golden Dragon Claw's crushing effect had destroyed it.
Four students stood dumbfounded, stunned by Tang Wulin's sheer power. None had seen the final number.
Only Nan Fusheng and Wu Zhangkong managed to catch it.
Silently, Wu Zhangkong jotted down in his notes:
3,998 kilograms.
"Next: reaction test."
To everyone's surprise, the top performer in the reaction test was Nan Fusheng.
Second was Xie Xie, and third was Tang Wulin, followed by Gu Yue.
Zhang Yangzi and Wang Jinxi were last.
Zhang Yangzi suddenly felt... completely crushed.
Wait a minute. Who's supposed to be the agility-type Soul Master here!?
As more tests followed, Zhang Yangzi's confidence as a self-proclaimed genius was shaken to the core.
In every test except for pure speed and reaction time, the top two scorers were always Nan Fusheng and Tang Wulin, switching places with each result.
Even Gu Yue, who logically should've ranked lower in physical tests, performed surprisingly well.
Are they even human? Are they? Are they!?
They eat hay like livestock, don't they?
Off to the side, Xie Xie looked like he was about to cry.
We've all been through the same hellish training with Wu Zhangkong.
So why is it that I, an agility-type Soul Master, can only take first place in speed?
In every other category, I'm neck and neck with Gu Yue, who doesn't even need to fight in melee, and she's a girl!
How is my pride supposed to handle this!?
Did Wu Zhangkong secretly train them behind my back!?!
(-----___-----)
"Testing is complete," Wu Zhangkong announced. Today's evaluations were focused on physical attributes. These results do not define everything.
Your martial souls are just as important. So if any of you are disappointed, don't be.
Dismissed. Tang Wulin—come with me."
Wu Zhangkong left coolly, Tang Wulin following.
Xie Xie and Zhang Yangzi stood in place, feeling as though a cold wind had just passed over their heads.
Who was he talking about with that "don't be disappointed" line...?
On his way back to the dorm, Nan Fusheng walked in deep thought.
Revealing his physical strength had been part of his plan from the beginning.
During training with Wu Zhangkong, he'd already thought about how to subtly showcase his body's capabilities without making a spectacle of it.
This round of evaluations had given him the perfect opportunity.
Unlike spiritual power, physical prowess is much harder to hide.
Whether it's during sparring, in a hospital blood test, or just facing off against strong opponents, it was bound to be exposed eventually.
He never intended to hide it anyway.
But even so, Tang Wulin's results shocked him a bit.
Just one seal lifted, and he's already that strong?
That's enough to make anyone consider... dark options.
The next morning, after finishing his daily cultivation, Nan Fusheng stood in his dorm room.
"Practicing alone... no distractions. Not a bad feeling at all."
After washing up, he headed toward the field, where he spotted two familiar figures—Tang Wulin and Ouyang Zixin, the well-known beauty of the Intermediate Division.
He saw her running ahead, her movements filled with grace and youthful energy. Tang Wulin followed behind, eyes locked on her.
Nan Fusheng immediately understood.
Ah... so Tang Wulin's finally starting to fall for someone.
But to Ouyang Zixin... he's probably just a cute underclassman.
And then... a devilish idea emerged from the depths of his mind.
What if I parasitize Ouyang Zixin, turn her into one of my avatars... and then have her seduce Tang Wulin?
What would happen to Gu Yue and Na'er then?
After all, Ouyang Zixin was Tang Wulin's first crush—the "senpai" type, with all the bonus emotional weight that came with it.
For a man, first love often carved itself deep into the heart. Unless you were truly scummy, first love was unforgettable.
Especially someone like Tang Wulin, such an earnest and pure-hearted boy.
If I turned Ouyang Zixin into my puppet and played her like a green tea vixen from those toxic dramas I watched in my last life...
Manipulating Tang Wulin would be as easy as flipping a hand.
"Wulin, if you and your little sister both fell into a river, who would you save first?"
Let's see how he answers that.
...Pfft. What the hell is wrong with me?
Nan Fusheng shook his head vigorously, trying to shake off the evil thought that had just surfaced.
Not even getting into whether avatars share senses with me… Just the idea of seducing Tang Wulin through my puppet is INSANE!
That's straight-up self-inflicted NTR! What kind of masochist nonsense is this?!
Why would I hand over such a beautiful puppet to someone else? If I've already parasitized her, shouldn't I be the one enjoying the benefits?
As the saying goes, why let your water flow into someone else's field?