Chapter 25: I Am — Omnipotent

The punching force tester before him loomed on the ground like a slumbering Fierce Beast, its metallic texture striking awe into anyone seeing its true form for the first time.

Jiang Yan took a deep breath, gathering all his strength into his right arm. His gaze sharpened as he fixed his eyes on the red target, resembling a Fierce Beast stalking its prey. The Aura forged in the Wilderness inadvertently emanated from him.

“Hmm?”

Zhang Qiang’s thick eyebrows twitched, as if some nerve in his body had been jolted. But soon, he chuckled dismissively, not taking it too seriously.

“It seems I was overthinking. That guy is just a kid, after all.”

Jiang Yan threw a full-force punch, not utilizing any Traits or Talents—relying solely on the raw power of his Physical Body.

His fist struck the red target with lightning speed, so fast that only an After-Image could be seen.

Boom!!

Like rolling thunder echoing through the ages, the powerful impact drowned out the sounds of all other instruments in the hall. A faint shockwave seemed to sweep through the air.

At the registration desk, a Staff member leisurely raised a teacup, preparing to take a small sip.

Suddenly!

Crack—fine fissures appeared on the porcelain.

Then came the deafening roar of the impact.

The ear-splitting sound surpassed even Zhang Qiang’s earlier display. Zhang Qiang, the Staff, and the students who had come for testing all covered their ears, staring at Jiang Yan’s position as if they had seen a ghost.

Jiang Yan shook his hand and calmly watched the numbers rapidly climbing on the display screen.

5000kg

9000kg

10000kg!

12699kg

14000kg

…

The numbers trembled and wavered until they finally settled at 19000kg.

Silence—a deathly stillness enveloped the entire hall.

Everyone’s eyes widened like saucers, their mouths agape as if they could swallow a Fierce Beast egg. The stark number imprinted itself in their vision, and their utterly astonished gazes converged on Jiang Yan.

Crash—

At the registration desk, the Staff’s cup shattered completely, fragments scattering across the floor with a crisp sound.

The clear, ringing noise acted like a starter, snapping the people frozen in pause back to reality.

“Holy shit!”

Zhang Qiang exclaimed without a shred of decorum.

What the hell is this? Tell me, what the hell is this?

A full-force punch of 19000kg—is this the kind of number a student is supposed to produce?

What does all my years of effort in the Wilderness even mean then? Have I been diligently showing off at the Martial Artist Tower only to end up a clown?

The Staff member frantically inspected the instrument up and down, as if fearing that a loose screw somewhere had caused a malfunction.

The students of Jiang Yan’s age lost focus in their eyes, as if a voice echoed in their ears:

Go home, just go home, kid. You’re only fit to be a pile of dog shit.

They were utterly stunned. After finally Awakening their Talents and coming here to test, only to be told that someone their own age had already surpassed Blood Coagulation Perfection?

Unlike Zhang Qiang, Jiang Yan was a genuine “local,” wasn’t he?

Wasn’t this like having the ultimate Devil King show up in the Newbie village? What was even the point?

Some students felt their Dao Hearts wavering. The joy they had felt after their Awakening vanished in an instant, replaced by a faint sense of powerlessness that lingered in their hearts. It would likely take them a long time to recover.

“Is this acceptable?”

Jiang Yan showed no surprise at his own performance. After nearly a month of battles in the Wilderness and countless instances of “Physical Body enhancement,” he could fully accept his current punching force.

And yet…

This is just his basic punching power. Jiang Yan’s true terror lies in his Traits.

The Battle Saint Armor boosts all his attributes by 40%, and the Blade Bearer provides another 20% attribute increase. But the most overpowered and insidious part comes next—

Demon Scale!

It can transfer all enhanced attributes to strength!

With this, Jiang Yan wondered if the testing instrument in front of him would explode on the spot with a single punch.

This is the absurdity of Traits and also Jiang Yan’s combat trump card.

Jiang Yan asked the speechless staff member again, “Is this okay?”

The man opened his mouth and nodded mechanically.

“Good.”

The staff member hurriedly recorded the data on the register, then stammered, “Th-that… please use your Talent.”

Boom!

This statement reignited the crowd’s emotions. Only then did they realize—

Jiang Yan hadn’t even used his Talent yet!

Someone who could deliver a massive 19,000 kg force without using a Talent—what would happen if he did?

Ignoring the reactions of others, Jiang Yan began to activate his Talent, [Battle Saint Armor].

Secretly, he also activated the Trait [Demon Scale].

[Blade Bearer] required holding a saber, which Jiang Yan couldn’t use at the moment.

However, with just the Battle Saint Armor and Demon Scale, it was more than enough for this test.

“An S-grade Talent? I wonder if I qualify?”

Boom!

Jiang Yan struck without hesitation.

Another overwhelming surge of punching force, another display of unparalleled power. This time, no one dared to blink, all eyes fixed on the numbers on the display screen.

Amidst the tense and complex emotions of the crowd, the numbers finally settled on a figure that left everyone numb—

41,000 kg.

Jiang Yan was becoming less and less human, instead trending toward the realm of a “hundred-ton king.” In the future, if he ever fought on a national highway, drivers would only be left in terror.

Jiang Yan: We’re all just trying to survive.

Drivers: He’s stealing all my lines!

The increase in strength manifested differently in punching power. Jiang Yan didn’t abandon all defense to focus solely on strength because, without a robust Physique as support, even the greatest strength would have no room for expression—your hand would simply break.

So, this wasn’t the limit of Jiang Yan’s punching power, only the limit his body could withstand.

Yet even this was enough to instill fear.

The staff member no longer knew what to say, stiffly scribbling on the data sheet with a pen.

“Alright, you can go wait for the evaluation results,” he said.

Jiang Yan didn’t move. The staff member swallowed nervously and asked, trembling, “Sir, do you have any other questions?”

Jiang Yan smiled brightly. “I said my Talent is all-around. Besides strength, aren’t there other tests?”

Staff member: ?

He looked closely at the words written on the register:

“All-around.”

His doubtful gaze shifted to the man inside the registration booth who had once questioned Jiang Yan’s “all-around” claim.

The man shrugged and nodded at him as if resigning himself to fate.

Staff member: …

So it wasn’t Jiang Yan’s strength that was monstrous, but… everything!

Jiang Yan was just too well-rounded.

And so, he began his testing journey.

Speed: MAX

Reaction: MAX

Jumping: MAX

Resilience: MAX

…

In every aspect, he stood as the ceiling of his Realm.

After Jiang Yan finished his test, he walked up to Zhang Qiang and patted his shoulder as before, smiling as he asked:

“Should I now become a Martial Artist as strong as Zhang Qiang?”

Zhang Qiang: …

Damn, I’ve been showing off in front of the little ancestor.

The Staff member who had once doubted Jiang Yan took a deep breath: “Whew~ thank goodness, thank goodness I apologized to him in advance.”

Finally, the test results came out.

Chen An upstairs also happily hopped down, carrying a large black bag.

“Jiang Yan, everything’s sold out. This time, we’re probably going to make a fortune!”