Previously, his punching power record had always been in second place.
As for first place, it was said to have been left by one of the strongest individuals from previous generations.
The terrifying value of 412kg had always been his goal.
"One day, I will surpass this value," Simms muttered to himself.
Then, he turned his gaze to the screen.
First place was still 412kg, unchanged, which was expected.
Next, he looked at second place, which was his usual ranking.
However, after seeing it clearly, his expression froze slightly.
A hint of shock flashed in his pupils!
"This is!"
...
Hu Qi was unaware of what happened afterward.
He took out his phone and searched for today's news in Qirong City.
He scanned through a few headlines and then put his phone away.
Four days had passed since he killed Lu Shi and the other person.
So far, the situation had developed as he expected.
Zhao Shi, who was somewhere unknown, took the blame for him, and the bounty on him increased again.
Currently, everything seemed to be under control.
Hu Qi walked outside to a training room.
It was lunchtime, and most of the students had left.
Hu Qi's gaze swept across the room and landed on a thin figure wearing black-rimmed glasses, sitting on the floor resting.
This person was Li Yi.
After several days of consideration, he finally chose to join the Red Scale Fighting Club.
Hu Lemei and Li Zhenguo expressed support for this decision.
After all, Li Yi stayed in the shop, playing games all day and refusing to learn how to drive.
It was better to learn Fighting Technique, which could at least exercise his body.
Moreover, in their opinion, having Hu Qi at the club would provide some oversight.
As for Li Yi's tuition, Hu Qi paid it for him.
For this, Hu Lemei refused for a long time, but Hu Qi pretended to be angry, asking if she didn't consider him family, and only then did she agree.
After this incident, Li Zhenguo found Hu Qi more and more pleasing to the eye, enthusiastically inviting Hu Qi to come over for meals whenever he had time.
Although the other party had treated the original owner well before, it was nowhere near as enthusiastic.
This was the Dao of human interaction.
Even with close relatives, it was the same.
Hu Qi took the opportunity to ask the other party to keep an eye out for traces of exotic beasts and to notify him if there was any news.
After all, the other party had run the shop for over ten years and was familiar with some of the bosses in the market; perhaps some of them had acquired exotic beasts.
At this moment, Li Yi also saw Hu Qi, stood up, and jogged over.
"Qi Ge, you're here!"
"How do you feel?" Hu Qi simply sized up Li Yi and asked with a smile.
"Holy cow, it's awesome! You don't know, our coach just punched the sandbag and exploded it!"
As Li Yi spoke, his face flushed red, and he looked very excited.
"This stuff is too cool, I've decided to quit gaming.
Why didn't I discover this earlier? If I had practiced since childhood, would I be as powerful as Qi Ge now?"
He had a heartbroken expression, as if he had suffered a great loss.
"Even if you had known earlier, it wouldn't have mattered. You just became an adult. True Fighting Technique can only be practiced by adults, otherwise, it will cause irreparable damage to your body.
What those children practice are just showy moves, good to look at.
They have no practical combat ability whatsoever."
Hu Qi shook his head.
"Is that so? I thought practicing from a young age would be better." Li Yi scratched his head.
"You've read too many novels!"
Hu Qi reached out and patted his shoulder.
"Let's go, it's getting late, let's go eat, your treat!"
"Why me?"
"Because I paid your tuition, shouldn't you treat me to a meal?"
...
A few days later, inside the Red Scale Fighting Club.
The usual shouts and figures practicing Fighting Technique had all disappeared.
At this moment, the students from several classes, over a hundred people, were all gathered in one training room.
All unnecessary items had been cleared out, and over a hundred people stood neatly and uniformly inside.
No one spoke much; they all focused intently on the front.
There, several figures stood.
Chen Wu was among them, and beside him were several coaches from other classes.
However, these coaches did not speak; they simply stood respectfully behind.
But one commonality was that when their peripheral vision inadvertently glanced at the figure at the very front, their faces showed respectful expressions.
This was a young man wearing a black vest and black shorts, with a buzz cut.
The young man's physique was not particularly strong, and his height was only average.
But standing there, he exuded an indescribable sense of oppression, making people even afraid to look directly into his eyes.
"I believe your coaches should have briefly introduced you to the Core Class, so I won't elaborate further here.
The spots are limited. If you can join, I will naturally explain the specific situation to you. If you can't join, knowing more is useless."
Speaking of this, he paused and continued.
"The assessment content is very simple: each class will have practical sparring, and the winners will advance, selecting four people.
Then, the second round will begin, and so on. The final five people remaining will have the qualification to join the Core Class.
So, today, fully demonstrate what you have learned. Do not try to hide your strengths; that is an extremely foolish act. Believe me, joining the Core Class will change your future destiny!"
The buzz-cut youth said indifferently, his gaze sweeping over everyone.
Upon hearing this, a few people's faces showed an unnatural expression, but most people looked serious.
Selecting five people out of over a hundred was a very low probability.
But in Fighting Technique, no one knew until they truly fought.
Soon, with the assistance of several coaches, the hundred people were divided into five teams according to their classes and began to determine the strongest four to advance.
The method was simple: put paper balls with different numbers into a cardboard box, and those who drew the same paper ball would form a group to spar.
An even number of people was better; for an odd number, whoever drew a blank paper ball would get a bye and advance directly.
To avoid some accidental situations, such as two people with vastly different strengths being matched at the beginning, the losing person still had one chance for a revival match.
Although there were many people, in Fighting Technique, the slowest matches could be resolved in at most a minute, and the fastest even in a few seconds.
However, what surprised Hu Qi was that perhaps because he had previously suppressed Song Jian and fought with Chen Wu, most of the students who encountered Hu Qi voluntarily conceded, having no desire to fight at all.
Except for one person who didn't believe in evil and wanted to fight Hu Qi, but before he could even touch him, Hu Qi gently knocked him to the ground with one punch, almost making him faint.
This was already the result of him holding back a lot of strength.
With his Perfection-level Comprehensive Fighting Technique and terrifying punching power reaching eight hundred catties.
If he truly went all out, Hu Qi even suspected that he could kill the opponent with just one punch.
