As time passed, people came and went, and the number quickly exceeded fifty. Women made up only about a quarter, making the entire registration area crowded.

As it approached ten o'clock.

A group of uniformed men and women pushed the door open and entered.

The newcomers consisted of two men and one woman: a middle-aged man with a crew cut and a strong aura, a thin and serious young man, and a cold-faced young lady who looked about thirty years old.

"It's the notaries from the Martial Arts Certification Office," someone whispered.

Immediately, the previously noisy atmosphere turned quiet, and a solemn silence prevailed.

Chen Shouyi could clearly see that these people were martial artists, especially the leading middle-aged man with the crew cut, whose steps were so light and silent like a lazy leopard walking, giving even Chen Shouyi a vague sense of oppression.

This is probably a grand martial artist!

The martial arts levels are martial artist apprentice, martial artist, and grand martial artist. Grand martial artists are the most powerful beings known to Chen Shouyi among humans.

In fact, if one is not in the same circle, it's rare to encounter martial artists, let alone grand martial artists.

Of course, even if ordinary people met them, they wouldn't recognize what kind of person they were.

"Director, it's about time. Should we go in?" the cold-faced young lady looked at her wristwatch and asked the middle-aged man with the crew cut.

The middle-aged man with the crew cut nodded: "Let's go in."

Everyone immediately stood up.

The group followed behind the martial arts notaries through a passage, quickly entering a hall behind them.

Inside, there was a professional track, various force testing machines, and numerous instruments.

"There are quite a few people, so let's not waste time and start with the punch speed test," the young notary said, opening a folder containing a thick file and flipping through it, "First, Mo Xingyuan."

A staff member from the assessment office quickly switched on a laser speed meter and then hastily exited.

A young man, about twenty-seven or eight years old, immediately stepped forward, took a deep breath, and delivered a punch using the bow step thrust technique.

"205 meters per second, passed. Next, Lin Haoran."

...

The bow step thrust is the fastest among all martial arts moves, involving the most muscles and having the strongest attack power, making it the most representative move.

It often delivers unimaginable damage with its unparalleled explosiveness.

However, this move is like the demonic path in novels.

Apart from some applications in swordsmanship or spear technique, few use the bow step thrust method to punch directly, as it usually ends with one's fist breaking, and the target being blown apart.

...

"Next, Chen Shouyi!" The notary couldn't help confirming, "You're only seventeen?"

Chen Shouyi stepped forward and nodded, "Yes!"

The notary glanced at him, then at his file, and his face suddenly turned a bit displeased, "The martial artist assessment is serious, not child's play. Although every apprentice can apply, I hope you won't waste resources; come back after training for a few years. Next, Hu Yuting."

He has always been annoyed by those who clearly lack strength yet lack self-awareness, wasting their time by registering.

"Wait!" Chen Shouyi felt unsatisfied, "You can't judge based on age; how do you know I'm not capable? You should at least let me try."

"I'm not picking on you; this isn't about being young. If you'd been an apprentice for a few years, I'd consider you a genius, but according to your file, you passed just the day before yesterday, and you're even a high school student."

The crowd chuckled quietly.

Chen Shouyi opened his mouth, but he couldn't argue with that. Should he blame himself for advancing so quickly?

"It won't take long; let him try," the middle-aged man with the crew cut suddenly said.

Seeing that the director had spoken, the notary reluctantly said, "Then let's begin quickly and not waste time."

Encountering such strict and serious people, Chen Shouyi felt truly frustrated.

He suppressed his annoyance, walked to the speed measurement line, and calmed himself.

Then, he stepped out like a ghost, the power transferring from his toes, increasing continually like tightly meshed gears. By the time it reached his arm, it was like a cannonball, blasting out as a shadowy afterimage.

The punch was executed perfectly, smoothly pouring out all his strength.

"Boom!"

The air exploded like a bomb, creating a fierce wind that roared around.

All the onlookers instinctively took a step back.

"Three... eighty-five meters per second!" The cold-faced young lady notary behind the speed meter, unable to contain her emotions, exclaimed in shock.

She couldn't produce such speed herself. In fact, aside from the director, who among the general martial artists could achieve this?

An uproar arose around them, even the middle-aged man with the crew cut couldn't help but glance at Chen Shouyi, surprised to see a hidden dragon leap forth!

...

"Isn't the requirement for martial artists' punch speed only two hundred? This is nearly double; it's exaggerated. Could a senior martial artist be pretending?"

"This is a monster. The punch was like an explosion, blowing the air apart."

The crowd murmured quietly.

The young notary looked astonished, and after a long time, he came to his senses and said self-mockingly, "It seems my judgment was off, but I only focus on the matter, not the person. I hope you don't mind. Passed! Next, Hu Yuting."

Chen Shouyi was already indifferent, as he said, focusing on the matter, not the person. Anyone would have questioned it. He smiled slightly and stepped back.

"You're amazing, brother! With your strength, you could've been a martial artist long ago. Have you been holding back without taking the test?"

"If I could pass, who wouldn't? My strength has always improved quickly, but my swordsmanship has held me back, so I haven't taken the test." This was Chen Shouyi's helpless smile.

He had prepared this explanation long ago; it was the most reasonable one.

"No wonder!" Everyone nodded in understanding.

Some people are naturally gifted in acquiring strength.

Especially children from martial artist families, who have superior genes, sometimes even possessing divine power from birth. Even if they don't pursue martial arts, their strength in adulthood exceeds that of ordinary people.

This seems to be the case for him.

...

Next was the speed assessment.

"On your marks, get set, bang!"

When the signal gun fired, Chen Shouyi pushed off the ground with powerful force.

The ground's rubber surface emitted a bit of smoke and a foul smell.

He leaped five to six meters with each step, moving his feet in rapid succession like a shadow, reaching the endpoint in no time!

"4.65 seconds, passed!"

Chen Shouyi shook his head. He hadn't practiced sprinting and had no technique in his running style. If he trained professionally, he estimated he could achieve under 4.5 seconds.

If his wind control ability was still there, he might even reach under three seconds.

His strength and agility were 3.5 times that of ordinary people, with wind resistance being the biggest hindrance to his speed. Once reduced, his speed would significantly increase.

Then came piercing small balls.

This test had the highest failure rate.

The assessment required simultaneous handling of seven irregular iron balls, the size of pinky fingers, without missing any or striking empty, for a minute.

Many people failed at this stage; it required solid fundamental skills, quick reflexes, strategic planning, and it hugely tested individuals' psychological endurance— any slight nervousness or internal turmoil would likely lead to failure.

But for Chen Shouyi, who once trained under triple gravity, this assessment was effortlessly completed.

All candidates were stunned, even the notaries frequently watched Chen Shouyi closely.

By the final strength test, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Though his strength far exceeded martial artist standards, it wasn't excessively over the top.

...

By close to eleven thirty, the martial artist assessment was completely finished, with only a twenty percent pass rate. Many missed the mark just barely; a slightly better performance could have seen them through, but nerves or bad luck resulted in failure.

Of course, for someone like Chen Shouyi, even with poor performance, passing would be easy.

"The final pass list will be posted on the Hedong City Martial Arts website! The next actual combat assessment is set for five days later, meeting at the Martial Artist Club then. Please check the website for specific information."

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