Bang!
In front of the strength testing machine, Yu Zhibo bent his right leg, twisted his waist and hips, and channeled all his strength into a straight line, punching out with all his might.
Instantly, the sandbag hanging from the strength testing machine was flung out, smashing hard against the sensor plate.
220 kilograms! This already surpassed most E-class awakened individuals. Wang Ang歌 announced the number, and Su Caiying beside her faithfully recorded it.
Unlike mental power, the growth of an awakened individual's strength varied with their awakening level. However, after reaching D-class, their bodies, tempered by spiritual energy, would all possess over four hundred kilograms of strength. Anything below four hundred kilograms had little reference value. Some strength-type awakened individuals could even exert over 300 kilograms at F-class.
But regardless, for Yu Zhibo, a non-strength-type awakened individual, to achieve 220 kilograms was already quite astonishing.
Not too outrageous! With the shock of his 410 Hertz mental power earlier, Yu Zhibo's strength this time was only at the intermediate level of E-class, so the three women were not surprised.
"Punch two more times!" Wang Ang歌 said.
Yu Zhibo complied readily, adjusted his breathing, and delivered two more punches.
Bang! Bang!
217, 219 kilograms. "That's enough, Caiying, record it."
As Wang Ang歌 saw Su Caiying finish recording, she prepared to lead Yu Zhibo to the next test, but her voice was interrupted by Si Junfang.
"Wait a moment!" Si Junfang looked at Yu Zhibo's eyes, crossed her arms, and said, "Activate your Sharingan and try again."
Wang Ang歌 also had a look of realization. Yu Zhibo's previous test results were too astonishing, making her almost forget the boost his eyes would give to his body.
Ever since Yu Zhibo's incredibly accurate shooting with his Sharingan not long ago, she had a vague feeling that controlling muscles and strength was also a function of the Sharingan.
"Alright!" Yu Zhibo complied, a slight movement of his will, and the next second, his eyes turned scarlet, two tomoe slowly rotating in his pupils.
"What beautiful eyes!" Si Junfang looked at Yu Zhibo's eyes with a hint of intoxication. Her realm was higher, and her mental power was also greater. She could feel that these eyes had a vortex-like suction, drawing people's spirits into them.
Yu Zhibo also looked at Si Junfang, feeling that the spiritual energy within her was incredibly surging. With just a glance, it felt as if a great mountain was about to crush him, capable of easily destroying him in the next moment.
Moreover, he saw that on Si Junfang's forehead, there was a dazzling little sun, representing Si Junfang's terrifying mental power. As his gaze fell upon it, he felt as if he had been pricked by a needle, and his eyes involuntarily narrowed.
Spiritual energy, overwhelming! Mental power, also overwhelming!
Is this the strength of C-class? Yu Zhibo's forehead couldn't help but sweat slightly. In the face of such an existence, he had no room to escape.
"You can't casually look at powerful enemies with your Sharingan in the future, or you'll be detected and killed!" Si Junfang said, looking at him with a half-smile, a hint of playfulness on her face.
"Okay, sister!" Yu Zhibo scratched his head, showing a simple and honest smile, but his scarlet, demonic eyes formed a stark contrast with his expression.
"Let's test your strength!" Si Junfang nodded and said.
So, Yu Zhibo took a deep breath and began to assume a stance.
With his Sharingan activated, his control over his body had clearly reached a very subtle level. His posture was similar to before, but his aura was different, giving people the feeling of a fully drawn bow.
Bang!
As he unleashed a heavy punch, the sandbag once again slammed hard against the sensor plate, and the numbers on the display screen began to change rapidly, finally stopping at 385.
Wang Ang歌 and Su Caiying's eyes couldn't help but twitch.
"Continue!" Si Junfang said with a hint of pleasant surprise.
So, Yu Zhibo swung his fist again!
Bang! Bang!
Two punches, still 385 kilograms, with no change at all.
Yu Zhibo panted. With his Sharingan, his control over his body had reached a terrifying level, making him like a punching machine with preset values; each punch yielded the same result.
"Normal state strength 220 kilograms, after activating the eyes it can reach 385 kilograms, an increase of 75%," Si Junfang summarized briefly. After instructing Su Caiying to record it, she asked, "This isn't your strength increasing, is it? It's your control over your body that has improved, allowing you to achieve this result, right?"
Yu Zhibo nodded.
In fact, he could exert even greater strength by concentrating his power, which he could do with his Sharingan. However, the consequence of doing so would be that his body might be overexerted and completely collapse.
"385 kilograms is the limit of this physical body."
"What a remarkable eye!" Si Junfang sighed again. "If I'm not mistaken, besides strength, these eyes should also be able to enhance your nerve reaction speed, right?"
"Yes!" Yu Zhibo nodded.
"Then let's go to the speed testing room. Ang歌, in a moment, adjust the pitching machine's speed to E-class and activate three units simultaneously."
Wang Ang歌 responded and then the group walked towards the speed testing room.
The speed testing room was a massive chamber, one hundred meters long and twenty meters wide. A slanted track spanned two corners, measuring one hundred meters. On the four walls, pitching machines and high-frequency cameras were installed, with ports directly aimed at a red circle in the center.
"Alright, let's start with the 100-meter dash!" Wang Ang歌 said, then picked up a signal pistol from a nearby table and started the timer at the 100-meter finish line.
Su Caiying held her small notebook, while Si Junfang watched with her arms crossed.
"Okay!" Yu Zhibo responded, then simply stretched his legs and his body, and directly activated his Sharingan, standing at the starting line.
"Running with your eyes open directly? Not recording your speed in a normal state?" Su Caiying asked, holding her notebook.
"We can just make up a registration later. Recording this is meaningless," Si Junfang said indifferently, signaling Wang Ang歌 to begin.
Wang Ang歌 raised the pistol in her hand.
Yu Zhibo squatted down, his right foot planted on the starting block, his body tensed like a bow.
"Three, two, one, bang!"
Almost simultaneously with the gunshot, Yu Zhibo's body shot out like an arrow from a bow. After three meters, his posture changed to a ninja run, his chest at a thirty-degree angle to the ground, his hands thrown backward.
A few seconds later, Wang Ang歌 directly announced the result: "3.14 seconds!"
"Well, that's another speed close to a D-class awakened individual!" Si Junfang commented, unfazed.
It was important to note that the world record for the 100-meter dash was 9.58 seconds. Yu Zhibo's speed far surpassed this, even exceeding that of typical agility-type awakened individuals.
Su Caiying also registered with a numb expression: "Heh, compared to D-class mental power, what is this?"
After announcing the result, Wang Ang歌 couldn't help but ask, "What's with that posture?"
Yu Zhibo displayed his versatile, honest smile again: "I don't know, it just became like this as I was running. But it's good this way, it can reduce air resistance on my body, and it also frees up my hands to fight while running."
Hearing this, Si Junfang stroked her smooth chin, a look of interest on her face: "I'll try it sometime."
Black lines hung down Wang Ang歌's face, but looking at Yu Zhibo's speed record, she couldn't help but doubt: "Can it really be faster like this?"
Shaking the thought out of her mind, Wang Ang歌 said, "Next, we'll test your nerve reaction speed."
After saying that, she picked up a vest and handed it to Yu Zhibo, saying, "Put on this vest and stand on the red circle in the center. I'll activate the pitching machines later. During the test, you can dodge the balls or bat them away. Don't let the balls hit this vest. Do you understand?"
"Received!" Yu Zhibo put on the vest and walked to the center of the red circle, his expression eager, his scarlet eyes also showing fighting spirit.
Si Junfang and Su Caiying stood aside to watch the show, curious to see what surprises Yu Zhibo would give them.
Wang Ang歌 walked to the main control switch, placed her three fingers on three buttons simultaneously, and said, "Prepare to begin. Countdown, 5, 4, 3..."
Yu Zhibo bent his knees slightly and assumed a Wing Chun starting stance. He didn't know Wing Chun, but he felt it would allow him to react faster.
"2, 1, start!" Wang Ang歌 suddenly pressed the buttons under her hands.
Instantly, three pitching machines made a whirring sound, and then with a whoosh, three egg-sized spheres shot out at speeds exceeding 70 km/h from different angles.
"Too slow!" Yu Zhibo's scarlet eyes darted around, instantly discerning the trajectories of the three spheres. With a slight bend of his knees and a tilt of his head, the three balls brushed past him, hitting the floor and bouncing away instantly.
"Increase the speed, and activate three more pitching machines to increase the pitching frequency," Si Junfang instructed Wang Ang歌, seeing Yu Zhibo's casual demeanor.
Wang Ang歌 nodded and began to operate.
Then, three more pitching machines made whirring sounds, and the next second, six spheres shot out from the machines' openings at 100 km/h, creating gusts of wind, all directed at the young man in the center circle.
Less than a second after the spheres were launched, the pitching machines whirred again, shooting out another six balls at 150 km/h.
Yu Zhibo's eyes narrowed. As his gaze shifted, he judged that because the space around him was blocked by other balls, there was one ball he could not dodge. He whipped out his arm.