You said mechs were going to fight monsters, but instead you're destroying stars with your bare

Chapter 25 The Sports Student Among Mech Pilots
To be fair, Zong Sang's combat strength is already quite high.

To have this level of skill so soon after turning 18 is certainly something to be proud of in one's youth.

As for the fellow villager beside me...

Li Zhe glanced at Xu Lei.

His combat strength is 0.194.

He was second only to Izawa Munezo among everyone present.

"Gentlemen, silence!"

Just then, a man with a serious expression, dressed in an examiner's uniform, walked over.

This is a tall, elegant lady.

Holding the data board, she walked to the center of the testing area.

"My name is Kurosawa Shirin, and I am the chief examiner for this physical fitness test."

She gave a brief self-introduction.

Judging from the whispers of the other candidates, the examiner was originally from China.

Not long after joining the Japanese nationality, she changed her nationality to Chinese.

A large display screen on the side simultaneously showed subtitles in different languages.

This will help test takers whose Chinese is not yet proficient to keep up with the pace.

Chief Examiner Zhilin's voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable air of authority.

The noisy scene gradually quieted down.

"Physical fitness test, now begins! It consists of three parts: strength test, 100-meter sprint and reaction test, and comprehensive endurance test."

"The total score is 50 points, which will be directly included in your final score."

"Now, the first item, the strength test, shall begin!"

The strength test is very simple.

Candidates must exert all their strength to push a special heavy-duty testing device connected to a high-precision pressure sensor.

The final score is determined based on the weight pushed.

The candidates lined up and went forward one by one.

Most people's results were between 50kg and 80kg, which is considered average.

Soon, it was Xu Lei's turn.

"Drink——!"

He roared, and all the muscles in his body tensed up instantly.

With his face flushed red, he used an almost self-destructive method to force the testing machine to produce a "B+" grade result of 92kg!

This result drew a small gasp from the audience.

Xu Lei walked off the stage, panting, a satisfied smile on his face.

Next, the much-anticipated genius examinee, Izawa Munezo, made his appearance.

He didn't even warm up; he just glanced at the testing device with disdain.

Then he casually walked over and placed one hand on it.

"ひんじゃく,ひんじゃく!" (Poor and weak, weak and weak!)

He still speaks his own dialect.

He gave a soft hum and seemingly casually pushed his arm away.

The numbers on the tester started skyrocketing instantly.

Finally, it stopped steadily at "100kg"!
A+ grade! Full marks!

“Ohh ...

"Sukkomi! Ize-san is too strong!"

The students at the scene erupted in enthusiastic cheers.

Izawa Munezo remained indifferent.

It seemed like just a trivial thing.

He walked off the stage with an air of nonchalance, basking in the adulation of the crowd.

Ms. Zhilin wrote "A+" on the data board without any expression.

Then he called out, "Next up, Li Zhe!"

It was finally Li Zhe's turn.

He slowly walked forward and stretched his wrists.

To be honest, this kind of test is easier for me than breathing.

My current combat strength is 2.0, which, converted to pure power...

Let alone 100kg, it's like a small car.

With a simple swing of one arm, you can easily lift it up to play.

Of course, this was done to avoid appearing too shocking.

Let's hold back a bit and just aim for a perfect score.

So he walked up to the testing device.

Take a deep breath, and mimicking Xu Lei, use your arms to push... no, gently push.

I really, really tried my best to control my strength. However...

After all, this was the first time we had encountered this kind of instrument, and there was no evaluation reference standard.

The force still exceeded the limit by a tiny bit.

"Bang——!!!"

A deep, muffled roar, like the start of a hydraulic press, exploded out!

To everyone's horrified gaze, the testing device seemed to have been violently struck by a prehistoric beast!
The pressure gauge needle on the top is like it's been injected with chicken blood.

It spun wildly, breaking through the highest measurement mark, and then...

"Bang! Click!"

It was accompanied by a metallic wail and sparks from the strain.

The entire dial exploded!

The precision sensors and circuit boards inside the tester were rendered unusable on the spot!
The final value displayed on the screen was a string of meaningless, yet visually striking gibberish.

【ERROR_888+-Kg】!
The entire examination room was deathly silent.

Everyone stared in disbelief at the scene, as if frozen in place.

The data tablet in Ms. Zhilin's hand fell to the ground with a "thud".

For the first time, cracks appeared on her perpetually icy face.

The arrogance and disdain on the face of the genius examinee, Izawa Munezo, had long since frozen.

Instead, there was a sense of horror and disbelief, as if they had seen a ghost.

Xu Lei's mouth dropped open, feeling as if his worldview had been completely overturned at that moment.

The person who started all of this is Li Zhe.

He withdrew his hand with an innocent look and scratched his head.

He gave a slightly apologetic smile.

"Sorry, I think I used too much force... I don't need to pay for it, right?"

Ms. Zhilin took several deep breaths before she could barely recover from her petrified state.

She picked up the data panel and glanced at the tester that had started to smoke.

She glanced at the seemingly harmless Li Zhe again, and her lips twitched several times.

"No need to pay... This machine is probably quite old; we were already planning to replace it anyway."

Ms. Zhilin tried to make amends with these words.

He rubbed his temples while instructing the staff to arrange a backup machine.

Then, after Li Zhe's name, a "S" grade, the highest rating, was written down in bold.

……

Next up is the [100-meter sprint and reaction test].

Candidates must sprint at full speed on a 100-meter track riddled with high-pressure water gun traps.

It tests both explosive power and the speed of neural reaction.

When Izawa Munezo crossed the finish line with a score that broke the exam record, it was incredibly close.

Everyone thought that this was the limit that people of their age could achieve.

Some of the girls, drenched and exhausted from being sprayed by the high-pressure water guns, looked on with admiration at the impressive results.

Mu Qiang's expression clearly showed his admiration.

However, the moment Li Zhe stepped onto the track.

Only then did they realize what a true "dimensional reduction attack" meant...

"ready, go!"

The moment the starting gun fired, Li Zhe moved.

Unlike the others, he didn't sprint with a brute force.

The startup process is incredibly smooth and fluid.

He vanished from the spot like a gust of wind or a ghost.

Those high-pressure water gun traps that appear as fast as lightning and impossible to defend against in the eyes of others.

In Li Zhe's view, it was as clear as a slow-motion replay.

They didn't even try to avoid it.

Every twist of the waist, every turn to the side, every lift of the leg, was perfectly timed.

With an attitude full of extreme rhythm and violent aesthetics, it easily and freely passed through that dense high-pressure water network.

When he crossed the finish line, the numbers on the timer froze at a record that made everyone blush with shame.

The exam hall's historical records were easily broken once again.

Those Japanese girls "betrayed their country" in an instant.

She changed her object of admiration to this father from "Daddy Country"!

As for the examiner himself, faced with such a performance...

"grace."

Ms. Zhilin felt a chill run down her spine and involuntarily exclaimed, "So elegant! Full marks, absolutely full marks!"

(End of this chapter)