"Your punching posture is incorrect, the strength cannot be perfectly transmitted."

An experienced student shook his head seriously, critiquing Lin Hai's punch just now.

To normal people, this punch seemed terribly weak.

"Tsk tsk, so soft, it must be a single digit," another student said, looking at Lin Hai with disdain.

"Senior Wang is the best."

"That move just now, the way Senior Wang exerted force with his feet, the position where he transferred power through his waist, and the speed of his punch were literally textbook perfect."

"Tsk tsk, as expected of the vice president."

A chorus of praises from the group of students arose.

Senior Wang felt a bit elated by all this, gladly accepting the flattery.

He even felt that his skills had improved significantly lately, and these praises were well-deserved.

"This kind of exertion method is indeed ineffective, everyone must pay attention to the movement essentials when making a move."

Senior Wang critiqued Lin Hai's punch like a pompous expert, while glancing at the dynamometer casually.

He felt extremely confident inside; when he punched, the dynamometer made a huge noise, but when Lin Hai did, there was hardly any sound, indicating Lin Hai's strength was nothing remarkable.

He already prepared his next comments in mind, subconsciously opening his mouth: "Hmm, this number, tsk tsk... simply..."

Upon seeing the dynamometer's display clearly, Senior Wang's words stopped halfway.

At the same time, the dynamometer sounded like it was hit by a cannonball, making a tremendous booming sound with sparks flying, as if the internal wiring was disrupted.

796 kilograms.

"796? Kilograms?!!!!!!!"

Senior Wang was shocked speechless, almost biting his tongue in surprise.

His eyes were glued to the number on the dynamometer.

He had used all his strength just now, yet Lin Hai achieved such a result with a casual punch?

What does 796 represent? A punch that could instantly send a 200-pound fat man flying, or kill a bull with one blow.

"Senior Wang, report the number, which one is it among the single digits?"

A student took the chance to ask, clearly trying to flatter Senior Wang and disdain Lin Hai at the same time.

Lin Hai looked at Senior Wang's expression and sighed slightly: he only used less than 30% of his strength just now, primarily not wanting to leave him with a psychological shadow.

But now, seeing the number 796 kilograms,

Senior Wang felt an immense psychological blow.

This is impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

Other students were also quite curious, looking at Senior Wang's constipated expression.

Everyone turned their eyes to the number on the dynamometer.

Hiss——

A gasp echoed.

"Was this hit by a cannonball?"

"Damn, are my eyes going blind?"

The two students who had looked down on Lin Hai earlier couldn't suppress their inner shock, voicing all sorts of amazed exclamations.

At this moment, Senior Wang was utterly shocked.

Clearly, such a powerless punch, why did it yield such a high figure?

Why was the dynamometer sparking?

Sh*t, the sparks almost hit my hand.

Senior Wang quickly retracted his hand, feeling a lingering fear, and glanced at Lin Hai awkwardly.

Lin Hai gave a shy smile, scratching his head, "Looks like the machine's broken, I don't have to pay, right?"

After saying this, he added, "Uh, my monthly salary is 1200, with no savings, can't afford compensation."

Everyone almost spewed blood after hearing this.

Earlier, Lin Hai used Po Jun from the Breaking Army Seven Killings Fist.

Seemingly slow and weak, it was actually like ocean waves, only upon contact would one realize the terrifying power beneath the great waves.

This strength contained the effect akin to hitting a bull through a mountain or short burst power.

Thus, the internal damage to the dynamometer.

Lin Hai called this force "Residual Power," a wave-like force rising and falling unpredictably.

Senior Wang's face turned extremely ugly.

However, he suddenly caught onto a shiny point and key term.

The machine broke?

Yes, it must be because the machine is broken.

Otherwise, how could such a soft punch result in such terrifying kilogram levels?

Senior Wang immediately pretended to inspect the machine.

Then nodded slightly, as if talking to himself, but intentionally raised his volume: "Hmm, it's the machine's fault, no wonder, that punch's test number is simply inhumane."

All the students hearing this, instantly realized, their shocked expressions vanished, replaced by an "Ah, that makes sense" look.

However, Lin Mengru mixed in the crowd, looked at Lin Hai with a peculiar gaze.

That punch Lin Hai threw just now felt familiar to her, as if she'd seen it somewhere.

Just as Lin Mengru was trying to recall where she had seen that punch before, a commotion sounded outside.

"Not good, something big has happened, Huqing University's Taekwondo club is coming to challenge us."

A slightly chubby student wearing a practice outfit ran in, panting heavily, hands on knees, gasping for breath.

"What did you say?" Senior Wang immediately frowned.

"Wait, let me catch my breath." The chubby student panted for a long while, his complexion only then returning to normal.

"Senior, this is bad, Huqing University's Taekwondo club members are coming over soon."

"And among them, there's Young Master Wolf's cousin, Cao Zichuan."

Hearing the name "Cao Zichuan," Senior Wang's face looked unpleasant.

Yanjing's five Super Young Masters: Demon Young Master, Young Master Wolf, Young Master Zhan, Young Master Soldier, Young Master Long.

Young Master Wolf's cousin, Cao Zichuan, not only had the Cao Family background, but more importantly, had been learning Taekwondo, Muay Thai, and other martial arts in Thailand and Japan since childhood, with formidable skills.

Also, in school, Cao Zichuan was secretly referred to as Little Young Master Wolf, possessing both intelligence and strength.

Such a person was the hardest to deal with.

Senior Wang asked himself if he dared not offend Cao Zichuan too much.

"Heh, so this is what Yanjing University's Taekwondo club is like."

"Tsk tsk, average, negative points, bad review."

A somewhat arrogant voice rang out.

Everyone looked over, seeing a group of students wearing out-of-school Taekwondo uniforms approaching imposingly, led by a young student in his early twenties, with a defiant and proud expression.

Moreover, the most crucial point was, the guy's Taekwondo belt was a Red and Black Belt.

Red and Black Belt, indicating at least First to Third Grade level in Taekwondo Inner First.

"Who's in charge here? I'm Cao Zichuan, here to challenge your place."

The arrogant voice sounded again, Cao Zichuan's face showed disdain as he scanned the crowd, pausing for a moment on Lin Mengru, revealing a hint of greed and lust, then continued to intimidate everyone.