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Hearing that Lu Fei Fan wanted to challenge him, Yang Ge couldn't help but smile confidently. He brought his fists together, clad in boxing gloves.
"Alright, since you asked for it, I'll oblige. However, as an Advanced Student, I can't bully someone who doesn't even qualify as a Low-Level Student. A fistfight might seem unfair, so how about we challenge each other in something else?" Yang Ge was still considering his own position, worried about being accused of taking advantage of his status. He wanted to ensure that things appeared fair to avoid giving anyone a reason to talk behind his back.
"I have no objections, but what do you want to compete in?" Lu Fei Fan asked him. He wasn't afraid of any tricks Yang Ge might pull; after all, with so many people watching, someone as prideful as Yang Ge wouldn't disregard his status as an Advanced Student.
Yang Ge walked over to the Sandbag Measuring Machine and looked at it before saying, "Let's compete on this!"
With that, he excitedly twisted his neck and began throwing several punches at the Human Sandbag. The Power Display on the machine showed that each punch had a force of around one hundred kilograms, with little deviation. Clearly, Yang Ge had confidence in his punching power and possessed considerable skill.
"How do you want to compare this?" Lu Fei Fan was unafraid; the Sandbag Measuring Machine shouldn't pose much difficulty for him. Having experienced life-and-death battles, this machine seemed trivial in comparison.
"We'll measure the power of our punches!" Yang Ge declared.
"Alright. You go first," Lu Fei Fan said, stepping aside and gesturing for Yang Ge to take the lead.
"This is it; this guy is just asking for trouble by competing against Yang Ge on the Sandbag Machine," a nearby student shook his head.
"Why?" A Teng quickly asked.
"Yang Ge's strength is no joke. He usually controls his power and speed deliberately. In this competition, he definitely won't hold back. Your brother is bound to lose," the student clearly had little faith in Lu Fei Fan.
A Teng felt a bit uneasy and scanned the surroundings for an escape route in case Lu Fei Fan lost and needed to make a quick getaway.
Yang Ge wasn't worried at all; he didn't fear that Lu Fei Fan could surpass him. Taking a deep breath, he positioned himself in front of the Sandbag Machine and channeled all his strength into a punch aimed at the Human Sandbag!
Bang!
The Human Sandbag slightly bent, and a cloud of dust stirred as a heavy punch echoed loudly throughout the arena.
The numbers on the Sandbag Machine's Power Display began to jump wildly, ringing out—ding ding ding—
Everyone in the venue held their breath, fearing that even their breathing might disrupt the electronic numbers on the Sandbag Machine.
Ding!
The numbers finally settled at one hundred seventy... then six, five, four, and finally stopped at three, totaling one hundred seventy-three kilograms!
Upon seeing this number, the venue erupted into a flurry of discussions. This punch was undoubtedly an extraordinary display of strength!
Ordinary people would struggle to exceed sixty kilograms in punch power. Even for regular Fusers, achieving a punch force of one hundred kilograms was impressive. Yet, Yang Ge's punch reached an astonishing one hundred seventy-three kilograms—he was in a league of his own.
Stepping back, Yang Ge glanced at the number on the Power Display, feeling satisfied; it was within his expectations. He looked over at Lu Fei Fan, who remained calm and collected as he walked toward the Sandbag Machine.
Many in the crowd shook their heads. Clearly, looking at Lu Fei Fan's physique, it seemed impossible for him to generate significant punching power. No matter how impressive he might be, it was unlikely he could surpass Yang Ge's punch. Even A Teng and Niu Dali lost confidence in their brother.
Yang Ge signaled for a student to bring over a pair of gloves and handed them to Lu Fei Fan. Lu Fei Fan put them on and approached another Sandbag Machine nearby.
He took a horse stance, loosened his arm joints, and began to subtly channel his Fu Mai Xi Shu. A thread of Pulse Energy flowed through his meridians and gathered in his right fist. He held his breath, took half a step back, raised his hand, and swung his fist in one fluid motion!
Bang!
Lu Fei Fan delivered a powerful punch, sending the Human Sandbag flying through the air, while Lu Fei Fan remained rooted in his stance like a rock, unaffected by the force of the Human Sandbag's recoil. This made Yang Ge's eyelids twitch slightly.
Lu Fei Fan quickly withdrew to avoid the aftershock of the Human Sandbag. After a moment of swaying, the numbers on the Power Display began to jump frantically.
Ding ding ding—
As the numbers surpassed ninety-nine kilograms, many people gasped in astonishment. To their surprise, even after breaking through ninety-nine kilograms, the numbers continued to spin rapidly, keeping pace with the increasing count. The surrounding onlookers felt their fragile hearts tremble in sync with the fluctuating digits.
Fifty!
Sixty!
Seventy—there seemed to be no sign of stopping.
After reaching seventy, the numbers gradually slowed down, but they still kept jumping: seven, eight, nine, ten!
Seventy was surpassed, breaking through to one hundred eighty kilograms!
The venue fell into a stunned silence; everyone stared wide-eyed at the Power Display, unable to believe what they were seeing, as if in a dream. Finally, someone broke the silence with applause, followed by a thunderous round of clapping and cheers that erupted throughout the crowd.
"Look! One hundred eighty kilograms!"
"Made a profit, made a profit!"
"Damn it, this Fellow is definitely a freak!"
Even Yang Ge found it hard to believe that this Fellow could hit with a force of one hundred eighty kilograms.
"Well, you won that round," Yang Ge quickly regained his composure and said.
"Huh?" Lu Fei Fan looked at Yang Ge.
"Do you dare to go another round?" Yang Ge began to untie his boxing gloves, preparing to fight barehanded.
The surrounding students gradually fell silent, as no one had ever seen Yang Ge fight without gloves and wondered what his maximum strength could be.
"You’re the first one who has made me take off my gloves. Let's have one more match without them. If you win this round, we'll call it a victory for you. How does that sound?" Yang Ge tossed aside his gloves, revealing hands covered in calluses, clearly the result of years of training.
Lu Fei Fan smiled but did not respond immediately. It was evident that Yang Ge was still brooding over that last punch and was not satisfied with the loss; taking off his gloves was clearly an indication that he wanted to go all out.
"Alright," Lu Fei Fan replied decisively, maintaining an expression of calm.
Yang Ge approached the Sandbag Machine with a serious look on his face. He then shouted angrily, his muscles tensing up as he threw a powerful punch. Bang!
The Sandbag Machine shook violently, and the numbers on the Power Display began to fluctuate.
Lu Fei Fan glanced at the retreating Yang Ge, who was regulating his breathing. Clearly, that last punch had pushed him to his limits.
The numbers on the display fluctuated wildly before breaking through one hundred eighty, continuing to rise relentlessly—one hundred eighty-five, one hundred ninety, one hundred ninety-five, two hundred—finally stopping at two hundred thirteen kilograms!
This was undoubtedly his maximum.
Two hundred thirteen kilograms was an astonishing figure; anyone struck by that punch would be severely injured or worse.
The onlookers were equally awed by Yang Ge's two hundred thirteen-kilogram punch power. Many stared at Lu Fei Fan, convinced that he could never surpass such a feat.
Lu Fei Fan didn’t respond; instead, he walked over to the side and removed his gloves. Then he approached the Sandbag Machine, loosened his limbs, closed his eyes, and adjusted his Fu Mai Xi Shu to its optimal state. He began activating the Pulse Energy within his cells layer by layer. This punch had to leave a lasting impression!
He stood motionless in front of the Human Sandbag for a full two minutes.
“Hey, is he giving up because he knows he can’t surpass it?”
“Maybe. He looks like he’s just stalling. Let’s see how he gets off the stage later.”
A few nearby students began to voice their opinions as they watched Lu Fei Fan remain still. Meanwhile, Yang Ge stood confidently with his arms crossed, certain that this fellow was destined to lose.
Suddenly, Lu Fei Fan opened his eyes. It felt as if something had stirred within everyone’s hearts, causing a collective shiver. Then came the sound of a punch.
Bang—
The sound of a punch echoed through the hall like the thunder of artillery, leaving everyone momentarily deafened!
What was even more astonishing was that the Human Sandbag remained completely still against Lu Fei Fan's fist. There was not even a hint of recoil. Was this punch merely for show, a loud noise without any real impact?
Half a minute passed, and Lu Fei Fan slowly withdrew his fist.
Everyone's eyes were glued to the Sandbag Machine and the Power Display, which showed no signs of movement. Could it be that the Sandbag Machine was broken?
Suddenly, there was a faint crackling sound—
A tiny noise emanated from the Human Sandbag, and then a crack rapidly spread from where Lu Fei Fan's fist had struck. With a loud crash, the entire Human Sandbag split apart, shattering completely!
Everyone stood in stunned silence.
Meanwhile, the numbers on the Power Display began to spin wildly, racing to reach their maximum limit. Those with sharp eyes pointed at the rapidly changing digits, momentarily speechless.
"The numbers... the numbers..."
"One hundred, two hundred, three hundred, four hundred, four hundred fifty... It's broken! This Sandbag Machine must be malfunctioning..."
Many murmured in disbelief at the scene unfolding before them.
Ding ding ding—
The number finally broke through two hundred kilograms, soaring past the five hundred mark and settling at the terrifying figure of five hundred thirty-eight kilograms!
Looking at the measurement on the Sandbag Machine's Power Display, that number was undeniable and infallible; it was clearly a true figure.
In the end, it was unclear who softly uttered a word that shattered the deathly silence.
"Freak!"
Not only the onlooking trainees but even Brother Yang stared at that number, murmuring to himself.
"Impossible... How could this be..."
Niu Dali and A Teng shouted in excitement as they rushed towards Lu Fei Fan. A Teng, like a frenzied beast, tried to kiss Lu Fei Fan with his foul-smelling mouth that hadn’t seen a toothbrush in ages, only to be kicked away.
Around them, applause erupted; the senior students looked at Lu Fei Fan as if he were a monster.
And Lu Fei Fan had no idea that from this day forward, the nickname "Hua Bian Tai" would spread far and wide.
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