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Wang Yifeng placed Zheng Zha on the office sofa and personally poured him a cup of spirit tea.
"Here, little brother, have some tea," he said with a broad smile, a hint of barely perceptible excitement on his face as he carefully handed the teacup to Zheng Zha, treating it like a rare treasure.
The fragrance of the tea wafted through the air, and the steam rose slowly in the sunlight, resembling a thin layer of ethereal mist that spread throughout the room. The delicate aroma was refreshing, instantly lifting one's spirits with just a whiff.
Zheng Zha accepted the teacup and gently took a sip, feeling a wave of sweetness wash over his tongue, as if the fatigue had been significantly dispelled by this spirit tea.
"Zheng Zha, you rest for a bit; I'll be right back," Wang Yifeng said, patting his shoulder. There was a deeper meaning in his gaze before he turned and left the office. His back appeared somewhat hurried, as if he were driven by an urgent need to confirm something important.
Zheng Zha watched Wang Yifeng leave and glanced at the teacup in his hand, smiling faintly. Although he couldn't quite grasp Wang Yifeng's true intentions, at least the principal's attitude seemed friendly.
After leaving the office, Wang Yifeng wasted no time and hurried straight to the Academic Affairs Office. The smile on his face gradually faded, replaced by a serious and urgent expression. He pushed open the door to the office and saw Director Liu buried in a pile of documents, his brow furrowed.
"Old Liu, quickly check Zheng Zha's talent level!" Wang Yifeng's voice was laced with barely concealed excitement, akin to a child eagerly anticipating unwrapping a gift. "This kid's speed test score is outrageous—19.2 m/s! Damn it, that's definitely an S-level talent; it might even be higher!"
Director Liu was startled by his outburst and adjusted his glasses with resignation before looking up. "Alright, just wait a moment." He opened his computer and began typing rapidly on the keyboard as lines of data started to appear on the screen.
However, when Zheng Zha's profile information popped up, Director Liu's expression suddenly froze as if someone had pressed the pause button. He stared at the screen without moving.
"What’s wrong? Hurry up and tell me!" Wang Yifeng stepped closer to the computer, leaning over with both hands braced on the desk as he focused intently on the screen.
Director Liu snapped back to reality and hesitated before glancing at him. His tone was complex. "Principal, are you sure you want to see this?"
"Of course! Show me!" Wang Yifeng couldn't help but shout.
Taking a deep breath, Director Liu turned the screen toward him. Wang Yifeng's eyes locked onto several large characters on the screen, and he felt as if his mind had exploded with confusion.
"D... D-level talent?!" Wang Yifeng's voice shot up sharply, sounding hoarse as if someone had grabbed him by the throat. "This is impossible! Absolutely impossible! There must be some mistake!"
Director Liu shrugged helplessly. "The data is accurate; this is the official record of the awakening ceremony, and we can't alter it."
Wang Yifeng sat down heavily in his chair, his expression shifting like the dramatic face changes in Sichuan opera. He covered his forehead, his face a complex mix of emotions. "How could a student with a D-level talent possibly reach a speed of 19.2 m/s? This completely overturns my understanding!"
After a moment of silence, Director Liu cautiously spoke up, "Principal, should we consider disqualifying him? After all, our academy has never admitted a student with D-level talent. If this gets out..."
"Disqualify my foot!" Wang Yifeng shot him a glare, though his tone was colder than usual. He stood up and gazed out the window. In the distance at the strength testing ground, figures were bustling about, and that slender silhouette appeared particularly upright.
"Let him participate in the strength test." Wang Yifeng took a deep breath, his voice low but laced with anticipation. "I want to see what surprises this kid can bring."
At the testing ground, the crowd was abuzz with excitement as everyone prepared for the upcoming test.
Su Yao stood among them, dressed in white like fresh snow, her graceful figure resembling a fairy descending to earth. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before slowly walking toward the strength testing device.
With a resounding crash, her fist struck the device like thunder. The numbers fluctuated wildly before finally settling at "850 kilograms"!
The crowd erupted into enthusiastic applause and gasps.
"850 kilograms! A new academy record! Truly worthy of an A-level talent!" The examiner's voice trembled with excitement.
Su Yao smiled calmly, as if she had long been confident in her performance. She gracefully stepped aside, standing like a queen amidst the admiring gazes of those around her.
"Next, Zheng Zha!" the examiner called out loudly.
The crowd fell silent in an instant, all eyes turning toward the slender boy. Whispers surged like waves—some filled with anticipation, others dripping with disdain.
Zheng Zha walked quietly toward the testing device, ignoring the scornful or curious looks around him. He took a deep breath, burying all his emotions deep inside. He clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking with a sound that hinted at pent-up power.
"Begin!"
As the examiner's command echoed through the air, Zheng Zha slightly spread his feet, adopting a stance of power. His gaze sharpened, piercing and cold like that of a hawk. At that moment, the spiritual energy within him surged like a roaring torrent, every muscle in his body tensed, compressing every ounce of strength to its utmost limit.
“Boom—”
The instant his fist struck the testing device, it was as if a mountain had collapsed and the earth had split apart. A powerful shockwave radiated outward, forcing those nearby to stagger back. The numbers on the device fluctuated wildly, jumping so rapidly that it seemed as though it might explode.
Finally, the digits stabilized at “910 kilograms”!
The entire arena fell into a deathly silence; no one spoke, no one clapped. Every pair of eyes widened in disbelief, mouths agape as if they could fit an egg inside, all wearing expressions of utter astonishment.
Su Yao was also stunned. For the first time, shock flickered in her icy beautiful eyes. She stared at Zheng Zha, her gaze filled with confusion and incredulity.
“How… how is this possible?” Director Liu stammered, “A D-grade talent achieving 910 kilograms? This is completely illogical!”
Wang Yifeng stood at the back of the crowd, silent but with eyes that shone like brilliant stars. He finally understood; this young man might be an anomaly, a rare miracle in the martial arts world!
“Old Liu,” he suddenly spoke up, his tone firm, “Prepare for it; I want to admit Zheng Zha into the elite class regardless of his rank.”
“Principal! Are you out of your mind?” Director Liu exclaimed, nearly jumping out of his seat. “He has a D-grade talent! Such a talent is destined to have a low ceiling in martial arts cultivation and will soon be surpassed by other students with higher talents.”
“Talent does not determine everything,” Wang Yifeng replied coolly. As he looked at Zheng Zha, his eyes brimmed with admiration and anticipation. “This young man has shown me another possibility. Even if his talent is not high, he is worth a shot. It’s time for those so-called elites to remember that challenge is the true essence of martial arts!”
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