After waiting for half an hour, all procedures were approved.
At this point, Ye Cang's status had successfully been elevated to Quasi-Warrior level.
This also meant he could apply for the Martial Artist assessment.
Afterward, Ye Cang walked again towards a punching power testing machine not far away.
Seeing his actions, many people turned their heads, confusion in their eyes.
"Didn't he just finish testing? What's he doing now?"
"I'm not sure. Could it be that he didn't use his full power just now?"
As everyone wondered, Ye Cang had already stood firm in front of the punching power testing machine.
Bang!
The testing machine vibrated violently. A few breaths later, a new line of data appeared on the screen.
"1067kg!"
Seeing this, many people's eyes were filled with shock.
But before they could speak, Ye Cang threw punches one after another.
"1128kg!"
"1236kg!"
"..."
As the power of his Combat Skill erupted, his punches became increasingly fierce and dominant.
In just a few breaths, his strength had already exceeded 1400 kilograms.
"1410kg!"
Looking at the final, stable number, Ye Cang slowly exhaled.
As he expected, he perfectly met the first punching power standard required for the Martial Artist assessment, and even exceeded it by quite a bit.
Afterward, Ye Cang walked towards the track not far away.
For the Martial Artist assessment, not only did strength need to meet the standard, but speed and reaction ability also needed to be up to par.
With a clear understanding of his strength, Ye Cang began to test his speed.
At this moment, the power he unleashed directly shocked dozens of people Cultivating there.
Everyone's faces showed surprise, and their eyes were filled with awe.
"So strong! Is this guy really a newcomer?"
"Perhaps he's a hidden disciple from some Family. It seems he's here to get used to it in advance for the Martial Artist assessment a few days later."
"Hurry up and follow! Let's see if his speed meets the standard."
Before long, dozens of people had gathered around the track.
Ye Cang glanced at the crowd, his expression calm. He looked at the switch of the speed measuring device not far away. Just as he was about to step forward, a figure suddenly darted out from the side.
"Big brother, you get ready, I'll help you turn it on!"
A young man quickly walked to the speed measuring device and helped him turn it on.
"Thank you!"
Seeing this, Ye Cang nodded at the young man, then came to the starting line of the track.
"Next is speed!"
Ye Cang adjusted his breathing, looking ahead. The speed measurement track was a hundred meters long.
He held his breath, concentrating, and simultaneously circulated the power of his Combat Skill.
With a whoosh, his figure almost appeared as an afterimage, and he had already vanished from the starting point.
In less than four seconds, he had appeared at the speed measurement finish line.
However, before he could check the data, exclamations erupted again from the surroundings.
"27.5 m/s!"
"He passed!"
"That's amazing!"
"Only the neural reaction test is left. If he can pass that too..."
Amidst the crowd's exclamations, Ye Cang glanced at the data, and immediately felt confident.
His speed had already met the standard.
Only the third item, the "neural reaction" test, remained.
He arrived at the 'Neural Reaction Testing Room' connected to the training hall not far away.
Ye Cang pushed open the door and walked in.
Upon entering, he found this room to be somewhat different; it was a cylindrical room with a diameter of five meters and a height of about three meters.
The walls of the room were made up of white crystal blocks, each about twenty centimeters long and wide.
As he entered, those crystal blocks gradually emitted a faint white light.
"Neural reaction test begins. Now introducing the rules."
A cold, mechanical voice sounded, and the room door behind Ye Cang automatically closed.
"After the test begins, the testing crystals will emit red lasers. Test personnel must dodge the red lasers shot from the crystal blocks."
"Within one minute, the fewer times you are hit by the red laser, the better your score."
"The Martial Artist neural reaction standard is to be hit no more than 45 times."
"The test will begin after the countdown starts!"
"Three!"
"Two!"
"One!"
Listening to the rules, Ye Cang's vigilance gradually heightened.
The next instant, a red laser beam shot directly at his forehead from the front.
Swish!
Seeing this, Ye Cang tilted his head, quickly dodging it.
But at this moment, in his peripheral vision, several more red lasers shot out from the crystal blocks, aiming at his body.
"Such fast speed!"
Ye Cang was greatly alarmed and quickly adjusted his body to begin dodging.
At the same time, outside the room, on a hundred-inch electronic screen, Ye Cang's testing figure appeared.
In front of the screen, many onlookers had gathered.
As time passed, many people frowned slightly.
Unconsciously, 60 seconds ended.
"60 seconds, hit by red laser 112 times, failed."
As a line of data appeared on the electronic screen, everyone was stunned for a moment, many with disbelief on their faces.
"He failed!"
"Why is it so far off?"
"So he's just a reckless brute!"
"Sure enough, he's from a big Family, too well protected. He probably hasn't experienced actual combat."
"Disperse, disperse. With this reaction, this person definitely has no chance in the assessment a few days later."
"Exactly, although my strength is only over eight hundred kilograms, if we fought, he wouldn't even touch my clothes."
Seeing the result, the surrounding crowd began to discuss animatedly, mixed with quite a few sneers, and the gathered people had mostly dispersed.
Inside the room, Ye Cang also heard the broadcast of the test results.
Although he had prepared himself mentally, he still found it somewhat unbelievable.
He hadn't expected the gap between his neural reaction and that of a Martial Artist to be so vast.
After pondering for a moment, Ye Cang refocused his mind and started the test again.
"My speed isn't bad; it's just that I haven't adapted well to this body yet and can't perfectly control my strength."
Ye Cang was very clear about his own shortcomings.
Similarly, he had great confidence that he could quickly eliminate these shortcomings.
Because in his previous life, he was a Peak Grandmaster of the Dao of the sword in Huaxia, and his control over strength had already reached perfection.
Swish!
His figure constantly moved and dodged within the testing room.
At the same time, following his experience from his previous life, he began to adjust his exertion and body, strengthening his control over his physique.
One minute later.
"Hit by red laser 107 times within 60 seconds, failed."
Seeing the result, Ye Cang's heart was filled with joy, as it was a slight improvement over the previous time.
"Continue!"
As the testing machine started, Ye Cang began training again.
"Hit by red laser 103 times..."
"Hit by red laser 95 times..."
..."Hit by red laser 72 times..."
..."Hit by red laser 54 times..."
..."Hit 43 times within 60 seconds, passed."
Time passed unknowingly. By the time Ye Cang heard the words 'passed,' half a day had already gone by.
"Finally succeeded!"
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Ye Cang let out a sigh of relief.
The further he went, the harder it became to improve. After a full day, he had practiced dozens of times to achieve this result.
"Consolidate a few more times, strive to avoid any mishaps!"
Ye Cang murmured, and once again immersed himself in practice.
By the time the moon hung over the treetops, his score had improved by a few more points.
Seeing his subsequent scores stabilize, Ye Cang finally breathed a sigh of relief.
After leaving the Divine Firmament Martial Hall, Ye Cang had a casual meal and then went straight home.
As soon as he lay down on the bed, fatigue instantly overwhelmed him, and he quickly fell asleep.