Chapter 7

A cry of surprise echoed through the air.

"507 pounds! That's 7 pounds higher than the admission line for Tsinghua Martial School!"

"Awesome, no wonder you're the strongest student at Wugao!"

"I heard you even awakened an A-grade talent! Your future is boundless!"

The boy, surrounded by admirers, felt a sense of pride. He wiped the sweat from his brow and said modestly, "I still have a long way to go. Maybe there's someone in our school who's even stronger! After all, the best are always low-key."

"Zheng Hao, you're already low-key enough! If others had your grades, they would have been boasting everywhere!"

"Exactly, the great one is too humble. I think, apart from last year's Liu Yueying, you're the best!"

Zheng Hao waved his hands, "I dare not compare myself to Goddess Yueying. She has an S-grade talent, was admitted to Tsinghua Martial School, and is now a powerful figure in the Demon Realm. I would be thrilled to be half as strong as her."

The group laughed and chatted as they left the training ground.

Zhang Ze mopped the floor, looked around to make sure no one was there, and then walked to the strength testing machine.

"The admission line for Tsinghua Martial School is 500 pounds..."

Zhang Ze got into position, clenched his right fist, took a deep breath, twisted his waist, and swung his arm, his fist flashing!

Smack!

A heavy punch landed on the target!

Ding!

The number appeared: 497 pounds!

"Ha! Just 1 point of attributes increased my strength so much!" Zhang Ze was excited. He remembered that last time he only managed around 390 pounds, even after daily practice.

"Although I'm still a bit short of the admission line, I'm confident I can pass it."

After tidying up, Zhang Ze left the martial arts hall.

Zheng Hao was just coming out. He was a senior member of the school's martial arts hall and had his own private rest room.

As he passed the strength testing machine, he glanced at it instinctively.

"Hmm?"

Zheng Hao stopped. The machine still displayed the number Zhang Ze had just left.

"497 pounds!" Zheng Hao was inwardly surprised, "Just 3 pounds short of the Tsinghua Martial School admission line!"

An ordinary person's punch strength is at most around 200 pounds. With better talent and hard training, one can reach 300 pounds, but reaching 500 is extremely difficult.

Zheng Hao's original punch strength was around 400 pounds. It was only after he logged into the Demon Realm yesterday and received a high-level red soul ball from his distant cousin, who had already become a martial arts expert, that his strength attribute increased by 1 point, allowing him to achieve the impressive score of 507 pounds!

And this person could punch 497 pounds, just 10 pounds less than himself!

"Tsinghua Martial School only gives us two admission slots. This person might become my competitor! Who is it?" Zheng Hao looked around, but he was the only one in the martial arts hall.

...

On the way back, Zhang Ze received a text message from his sister, saying she was going to a classmate's house to study and would be back late.

"What is this girl up to behind my back?" Zhang Ze shook his head. His sister was very independent and didn't like others interfering in her affairs, so Zhang Ze rarely asked.

Back home, Zhang Ze ate a quick meal and entered the Demon Realm.

[Which layer of the Demon Realm would you like to go to?]

[First Layer]

[Second Layer]

[Please choose.]

After some thought, Zhang Ze chose the first layer.

His current summoning monster team still had six empty slots, and he planned to fill them before going to the second layer, which would be safer.

However, since the second layer of the Demon Realm had already been opened, the drop rate of soul balls from the first layer's monsters would decrease.

This was to prevent high-level adventurers from coming back and competing with newbies for monsters.

A flash, and Zhang Ze appeared on the altar of the first layer.

People were constantly appearing around him. Some immediately called their friends to go fight monsters, while others stood there, looking around in confusion, clearly newbies.

Every day, people turn 18, so every day, newbies come in.

Zhang Ze saw the man and woman from the Demon Realm Administration calling the newbies over, repeating yesterday's words, registering them, and distributing weapons.

Leaving the altar, Zhang Ze found a quiet, uninhabited spot and summoned two hard-shelled turtles, a violent rabbit, and an elite iron-toothed wolf, preparing to fight monsters.

"The monsters in the second layer of the Demon Realm are much harder to beat than those in the first layer. The violent rabbit has low attack and defense, and even with its speed, it's not enough to make up for the power gap. It will probably be killed in a few rounds."

"The hard-shelled turtle is different. Its defense is high enough to withstand attacks, giving it a better chance of survival."

"The higher the level of the summoned monsters, the stronger they become! So, the survivors are the kings!"

The 2-level violent rabbit made Zhang Ze realize that only high-level summoned monsters could be useful, so the tough and durable hard-shelled turtles were more suitable than the violent rabbits.

With this in mind, Zhang Ze decided to leave the remaining slots in his team for hard-shelled turtles.

As he moved forward, whenever he encountered a hard-shelled turtle, Zhang Ze wouldn't let it go, sending all his summoned monsters into battle.

With the elite iron-toothed wolf, the battles became much easier, and he could defeat a hard-shelled turtle in a few minutes.

After each battle, Zhang Ze immediately summoned a hard-shelled turtle to strengthen his team.

After more than an hour, Zhang Ze's summoning monster team was fully assembled.

"Great! I can move on to the next layer!" Zhang Ze was excited.

At the stone gate of the first layer, many people often fight the boss, so to avoid drawing attention, Zhang Ze first recalled all his summoned monsters and would summon them again when he reached the second layer.

As he ran toward the stone gate, Zhang Ze suddenly saw five men chasing a man and two women. The man in the lead was named Shuai Pang.

"Isn't that Wang Yang?"

Zhang Ze was stunned. Yes, who else could have such a shameless name?

The two girls next to Wang Yang were probably the ones he had brought, but why were the five men chasing them?

Wang Yang was panting, his heart almost jumping out of his mouth. He shouted as he ran, "Big brother! Sir! Don't kill us, we're really newbies, we don't have anything valuable on us!"

A cold laugh came from behind, "I know you're newbies, and I didn't expect to get anything valuable from you!"

"But we can kidnap you! Demand ransom from your relatives in the real world! Hahaha!"

The malicious laughter was piercing, and Wang Yang and the two girls were terrified.

This kind of thing had happened before. Kidnappers used the false identity in the Demon Realm to extort money, and even if the police were called, it was hard to solve the case.

Even more ruthless, even if the ransom was paid, the hostages were rarely saved. The kidnappers usually killed them to prevent their identities from being revealed!

"Big brother! My family is so poor! I'm just a poor guy, please let me go!" Wang Yang, in a panic, tried to bluff his way out.

"Trying to trick me? Didn't you just tell those two girls that you live in a mansion and drive a luxury car?"

Wang Yang wished he could slap himself. He had boasted to impress the girls, but now it was causing him trouble.

There was no choice but to keep running, hoping to encounter a good person for help, or he would be dead for sure today!

"Brat, let you run! Mud Swamp!"

As the words were spoken, Wang Yang felt the ground beneath his feet suddenly soften, and then his feet were firmly stuck, unable to pull them out!

The two girls beside him were also stuck, and they cried out in fear.

Wang Yang's face changed: "This... is a talent skill?"

The five men surrounded the three, and one of them, named "Bloody Right Hand," a long-haired man with a mask, walked up to Wang Yang and said with a grin, "If you don't want to die, tell me your family's contact information honestly."