Ancient Dragon in Arknights

More importantly, the impact force is as great as the punching force.

The guy who previously threw 1509 pounds had a massive physique, and everyone was convinced that he could do it—it would be strange if you had such a big body and not strong.

But look at these two girls—slender arms, long legs, and well-proportioned figures; can such bodies unleash such immense power? Is this what they call racial advantage?

"Next up—Nesario!"

Chapter Nineteen: One Punch Destroys

Here they come! The person everyone's been waiting for has finally made their dazzling appearance!

Since everyone was meeting for the first time, they didn't know each other's names, and the only basis for judgment was their surnames.

Unfortunately, Nesario has no surname—Vaivans also have clan surnames, such as "Fiona Yang," but Nesario and Saria's father, Senat, separated from the clan of Vaivavans, and the clan name has long been lost.

The fact that he has no surname is quite a strange phenomenon, and many people have taken notice of this name.

They became even more excited when they saw the figure at the very front of the group begin to move—it turned out that this "nameless man" was the guy who made the bet with the white wolf!

Hey!

The slightly relaxed atmosphere tensed up again, everyone wanting to see just how badly this guy who dared to provoke the White Wolf would lose.

But when they finally saw Neltharion clearly, they lost their confidence. This guy was a monster too! A monster you could tell just by looking at him!

A hexagonal black crown, a perfectly proportioned sculpted body, a huge tail that slaps the ground... racial symbols are part of the Terran's aesthetic, and this guy truly deserves the word "noble" among the Vaivans.

"So it's you, kid... hurry up and finish this."

To be honest, Angelia also wanted to see how this competition would end. On one side was the genius of the White Wolf family; on the other side was a Vaiva with an extraordinary background.

As a soldier, Angelia has considerable combat experience; she has experienced the power of the Vaivans more firsthand than anyone else—this race are born warriors.

Nesario wholeheartedly agreed. Fiona is also a Vaiva, and she just failed to surpass Rita; isn't that a bit unreasonable?

No, no, no—this girl didn't use her full strength at all! She seemed to have been distracted for some reason. If she hadn't been distracted, it's hard to say whether she could have surpassed Rita, but she would definitely have been on par with her.

Nesario paid no attention to what others thought. He walked toward the testing equipment, and as he regained his footing, he silently closed his eyes.

A thunderous roar came from his chest, his blood suddenly surged, and endless power rushed out of his body.

Angelia, who was taking notes nearby, was very perceptive. She heard the heart-stopping roar, but she wasn't sure what it was.

Experience told her—it was a body with a beating heart, but what kind of heart could make such a terrifying sound!?

boom--! ! !

Neltharion threw a punch, and everyone watched as he braced himself with his feet and pulled his elbow back—followed by an explosive sound. Neltharion's punch was definitely equivalent to a cannonball.

"what!?"

"Did something explode?!"

"Watch your surroundings!"

"Really... I thought Rita was already unbelievable, but is Nesario a monster?"

Chen Huijie felt a little embarrassed. She was not a power-type athlete; her strength lay in speed and technique. Yan Kingdom martial arts were unfathomable. While brute force could overcome all techniques, using minimal force to overcome great strength was also a viable path in martial arts.

"Chen Chen! Although I can't be as good as Nana, that wasn't my true level before!"

Fiona regretted missing such a good opportunity to perform. She should have focused earlier; Chen Chen would definitely have praised her!

Chen Huijie: Thank you, you even spared my life during our usual playful banter.

"..."

Everyone was stunned. They couldn't believe that it was the effect of a fist. They preferred to believe that an explosive device had landed on the field.

But—as the testing equipment flashed "day after day" on and off, they had no choice but to accept this fact.

"The instrument is broken... the sensors and circuitry seem to have problems. Let's replace it with another machine, and those who haven't finished testing can continue."

'Teacher! Aren't you surprised at all!?'

'No wonder he's a former soldier! His composure and calmness are truly astonishing!'

In fact, Angelia was also starting to lose her composure; she wanted to burst into laughter—two monsters had appeared in one class, even though she was a "useless teacher" with no sense of responsibility.

But that didn't stop her from fighting with other teachers—they were all old bones relegated to the back, and their only source of amusement was watching young people fight.

How do you play with two SSRs and one UR at the start? Become the undisputed king!

......

Subsequently, as the machine was replaced, the other students also successfully completed the test—but to be honest, no one cared anymore.

Incidentally, Chen Huijie, the katana user ranked last, weighs only 1300 pounds, a huge difference compared to her three good friends.

Nesario's punch overshadowed everyone else's brilliance; no one could compare to him. At this moment, everyone was considering how they should befriend him in the future.

Having a friend like that would make campus life...and even the path of life much smoother.

"Today's test is over. Team dismissed. Neltharion—you stay behind alone."

After the test, Ms. Angelia looked at the record board in her hand carefully. I wonder if she thought the team had met her expectations?

It wasn't unexpected that Nesario was left alone; it's only natural that someone like him would always get more attention.

But for Nesario, this attention was not a good thing. He knew very well that what awaited him was neither praise nor preferential treatment in terms of resources.

'This woman may seem carefree, but she's actually very disciplined and follows rules. My bet with Rita definitely offended her.'

"Teacher, is there anything I can help you with?"

Nesario gave a fake smile. As the saying goes, you can't hit a smiling face. A proper smile can always reduce some of the harm, right?

"Run."

"What are you running for?"

"Run until you're exhausted, let me see how capable you are of picking up girls in my class."

Sure enough! Showing off and being cool always comes at a price. She didn't speak up to stop it at first, just to see how things would develop.

After all, Angelia didn't know what kind of people were among the new students. It was a good thing that some people were making trouble and arguing, as it could expose many problems and reveal more clues.

As the event continued, Nesario lost track of how far he had run, circling the test track again and again until he could no longer move.

"53 minutes, 22.7 kilometers, that's an average of 7 meters per second. But actually, you were faster at the beginning... Kid, your stamina seems pretty bad?"

Super Terran is like this: Neltharion's speed is acceptable—but he can only maintain full speed for less than an hour, which is not up to the standards of elite armies of various countries.

'Nonsense... I'm not known for my endurance to begin with, especially since I just went into berserk mode...'

Neltharion was well aware of his weaknesses. The Odogaron's stamina was indeed very poor, even though it had been optimized for human structure; but the aftereffects of that punch that had just caused him to go berserk were not to be underestimated.

Chapter Twenty: Leisure

"I was originally going to see where your limits were, but I'll let you off this time. Be grateful."

*Columbian* profanity. You better not get caught.

The two people in the testing area were each talking to themselves, one speaking aloud and the other thinking to themselves.

As for why Angelia let Nesario go, isn't it obvious enough? Just look at who's at the entrance to the testing grounds.

Nesario lay on the ground and turned his head to the side, only to see a figure in military uniform slowly walking towards him and finally stopping in front of him.

"Congratulations, second place in physical strength is a great achievement."

"It doesn't sound very nice coming from someone who's ranked first."

Miss Rita's usually serious expression relaxed slightly, whether because there was no one else around or because the person in front of her was Nesario.

Angelia was reasonable enough; the bet between the two was tonight's dinner, and Rita, as the loser, had to treat Nesario to a good meal.

The earnest girl stood outside, waiting for Nesario's "test" to end.

Now, it's time to fulfill the bet.

"Do you have any recommendations for the canteen? I don't like Victorian-style food, so I need a reliable guide."

"Unfortunately, if we rush there now, all that's left for us is a potato feast."

"..."

Damn Angelia!

Nesario mentally unleashed a torrent of vulgarities at his teacher, but outwardly he had to maintain composure. His relationship with Miss Rita had just begun to develop, and he absolutely had to be careful with his words and actions at this moment.

What kind of content would Rita like? She can't be measured by the standards of an ordinary girl; we need a tailored approach... I've got it!

"Miss Rita, what is your goal in entering this school?"

“Just call me Rita. As for my goal… it’s simply that I don’t want to bring shame to the surname I bear. You saw what happened today. And you? Education is very advanced in Columbia, with many excellent universities. Why did you choose to study in Victoria?”

“Me? Columbia has quite a few universities... The best one even offered me a place, but I didn’t go. Columbia values ​​science and technology, and that’s not where my talent lies. I want to be a general—Columbia’s military academy is far inferior to the Royal Guard Academy Victoria.”

Nesario's goals weren't particularly ambitious; he wasn't yet aware of his full potential. Becoming a general was already an inconceivable goal for an ordinary person.

"As for your situation today, I empathize with you. I have an older sister who has been outstanding since childhood, and I have always followed in her footsteps. Everyone compares me to her; some want to see me fail, and some want to see me as equally outstanding. But in reality, I don't want to pay any attention to them."

“Those unfounded expectations and malice only annoy me. My sister is very outstanding, and I have my own principles. That’s all.”

In a sense, Nesario and Rita are similar; one is bound by the glory of her family, while the other lives in the shadow of her sister.

The difference is that Nesario and Saria are not that different.

The relationship between the siblings did not deteriorate as a result, and Nesario's mental state was perfectly normal. When they were young, Saria even needed him to protect her.

Rita's situation was far more tragic than his. She came from a prestigious aristocratic family, faced constant comparisons between her siblings, and endured all sorts of opinions from the outside world. She must have experienced similar scenes many times throughout her life.

Everything you do is watched and talked about. In order not to damage the family's honor, you are forced to do those things—ultimately becoming firmly bound by the family.

It seems that being a "good" nobleman is not an easy thing.

Rita is able to stand dignifiedly at this moment because she is talented and works very hard—if her performance were to plummet at some point, she would probably fall very hard.

They arrived at the cafeteria, where there was still plenty of food to choose from; the two of them weren't really going to have a potato feast.

Along the way, the two walking side by side attracted a lot of attention.

It seems that the news has slowly spread. As for Rita, most of these gazes are inquisitive and observant, wanting to see what kind of magic this "white wolf" possesses; as for Nesario, most are filled with suspicion and awe.