Chapter 32 Exaggerated Combat Power Index! Etiquette of the Strong

The scarred man and the purple hairband girl also had incomparably complicated expressions.

Both of them were considered calm among everyone, but the shock in their faces and eyes still couldn't be hidden.

At this point the examiner's attitude towards Lu Sheng once again went up a notch.

It became incomparably gentle.

Don't be nervous, just relax. The CPI test can be done as many times as you want, hit the one you are most satisfied with

The others listened with a twitch in their faces.

Twitch.

Did he not say that each person can only try out thrice? What does he mean by as many times as you want?!

Lu Sheng took a deep breath and said to the examiner, No, one will be more than enough.

The examiner was flabbergasted and had yet to give out any reaction.

Then he saw the action of Lu Sheng's fist. The others too saw the initial posture Lu Sheng took.

Only the scarred man had a change go through him when he looked at Lu Sheng; a fierce burst of astonishment shone in his eyes. He subconsciously took two steps forward.

Boom!

A dull and loud sound, louder than the sound made by the scarred man during the test just now.

Everybody's heart jumped at the sound. They eagerly looked towards the gauge, waiting for the result to be displayed.

However, the eagerness only lasted a moment. Just a moment.

Then they froze in their spots.

Their mouths were wide open, their eyes were dull, and their expressions were as if they had just seen a ghost.

1 1 1

The examiner's expression was dull as he tried to announce the result.

He soon realized that he was repeating the number 1. He quickly shut up and then quickly read it again.

15,709!

Five digits!

CPI of over 10,000!

Over 15,700, close to 16,000!

Far beyond the standard CPI of a Level 2 Martial Artist, and single-handedly beating the previous full-fledged Level 3 Martial Artist'sthe scar face martial artistprevious result by a full 5000 points!

The room was deathly silent.

All of them stood up, and went still.

The scarred man's bony palms were fiercely clenched into fists, and his eyes were wide with disbelief.

The girl with the purple hairband had one hand over her mouth, afraid she would scream.

Others were even brain buzzed. They seemed to have lacked oxygen, making them lose the ability to think.

When something was too beyond their knowledge and understanding, the human brain would temporarily, as a protection mechanism, put them in a state similar to death. Many a people found themselves in this state.

Lu Sheng was not surprised by this result.

He had already measured his CPI once earlier at the Red River Martial Arts Academy. However, his previous result had been a bit lower than 15,600. Making the current score his highest yet.

After breaking through in my fist and hand combat skills, together with Stellar Power Generation and Natural Breathing Technique, my CPI had directly increased 10x the standard BQV. Is this fruit of my martial arts technique Lu Sheng sighed in his heart.

After admiring his achievement, Lu Sheng turned his head to look at the examiner.

That's fine, you don't need to demonstrate it again.

The examiner woke up from the dream-like state, subconsciously nodded his head, and then read out his usual lines.

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Congratulations, student Lu Sheng, you have successfully passed the Level 1 Martial Artist Assessment. Henceforth, you'll be a you'll be you'll be

The examiner couldn't continue reading halfway through.

The reason being that he was unsure how many levels he should clear him for.

Lu Sheng had declaredindirectly through his applicationthat he was a Level 1 Martial Artist, but his real strength was far beyond Level 1 or even a few Level 2 Martial Artists.

His CPI was at an exaggerated Level 3 standard.

How should he be graded?

Level 1, 2, or 3?

The examiner had an anguished expression.

This kind of situation, if not handled well, will probably cause Lu Sheng's discontent.

If he did not handle the situation well, it would end in Lu Sheng's discontent. And to offend such a promising genius martial artist, that was just like him saying goodbye to his job.

Thinking of this, the examiner ran to Lu Sheng and said: About your grading, I need to report it first. Don't worry, Lu Sheng, the Martial Arts Association won't bury any talents oh no, a genius. Especially a genius like you.

Lu Sheng was a bit stunned, but soon accepted the result. It meant that he'd have to head back and wait for the official announcement.

Then I'll get back, first

Lu Sheng still had questions he wanted to ask him, but the examiner had already run out of the assessment room. Leaving behind the rest of the examinees who had yet to undergo their individual assessments.

Lu Sheng was helpless. He could only shake his head as he prepared to leave. But, when he reached the door, a figure suddenly jumped in front of him, blocking his way.

It was the man with a scar on his face.

Zhao Changfeng!

The man extended a hand to him, his gaze burning.

Lu Sheng hesitated for a moment, then extended his hand to shake the extended hand.

Lu Sheng.

After Lu Sheng said his name, a trace of suppressed excitement flashed through the scarred man's eyes, as if he had received some kind of glory. He nodded his head and took the initiative to make a way for Lu Sheng.

Lu Sheng pondered.

Is this a gesture of goodwill?

Or was it a friendship?

He did not know much about the rules between martial artists, but he subconsciously associated with a point of knowledge that he read in history books.

In the ancient martial arts era, every martial artist saw it as an honor to befriend a more powerful martial artist.

Was this what Zhao Changfeng meant?

Wang Dafeng From the side, Lu Sheng noticed another person running towards him with his hand outstretched, seemingly following Zhao Changfeng's example. Yet, behind him the rest of the occupants of the room also charged, with their hands outstretched, following the trend.

He hurriedly fled out of the assessment room, almost flying out of there.

This etiquette was amusing if it was just one person who followed and observed it, but it was no longer funny if too many people did it.

Moreover, the rest were more like a bunch of cats and dogs than respectable martial artists.

Looking at Lu Sheng's running figure, many showed a look of remorse and regret, slapping their thighs in frustration.

Like Lu Sheng, a genius with such a terrifying talent.

Lu Sheng, a genius with terrifying talent. Even a person with butt for a head would know that he was someone whose name would surely resound in Baihe City. And they had missed an opportunity to get to know such afutureinfluential figure for nothing.

Their intestines churned with regret.

Some people couldn't help cast remorseful glances at Zhao Changfeng. They were secretly jealous of how he had jumped at the opportunity.

Zhao Changfeng's fierce face regained its former calm. The hidden joy in them was for all to see.

They sighed once more.

He is worthy of being a Level 3 Martial Artist! His brain is so quick on the uptake!