Chapter 9

Qianmao was not surprised by this; it was actually the foundation of boxing techniques in junior high school physical education.

What surprised Qianmao was Wang Ge's boxing strength. Just like the difference between a 100-meter sprint and a 10,000-meter run, delivering a powerful punch once doesn't mean much, but being able to deliver dozens of punches in one breath with almost no difference in strength, as Wang Ge did, was truly astonishing.

One must understand that in a boxing match, unless the life levels are vastly different, it is unlikely to quickly determine the winner. When the strength levels are similar, the match will last for a long time, so endurance is crucial for boxers.

Qianmao was a Level 8 life form, and he was very familiar with the 100-punch strength test.

His heavy punch could deliver 355 kilograms of force, but by the last few punches of the 100-punch test, he could only manage about 150 kilograms of force.

As the saying goes, "A strong bow at the end cannot pierce even the thinnest silk from Lu."

Just like a strong bow cannot pierce the thinnest silk from Lu after its strength is spent, a person cannot deliver the same initial force after 100 punches, which is a common principle.

However, Wang Ge seemed to be unconstrained by this principle. Qianmao even had the feeling that Wang Ge's 100th punch was only slightly less powerful than his first!

"Beep—The test subject Wang Ge's score is—328 kilograms, qualified!"

"This is not scientific!" Qianmao exclaimed, then he sucked in a cold breath in pain. He had been so engrossed that when Wang Ge's punches still had full force at the 20th punch, he had been pulling his curly hair with both hands, and ended up accidentally pulling out a handful of it.

"Wang Ge, do you know? My heavy punch strength is 355 kilograms, but my average 100-punch strength is only 250 kilograms, which is already a very good score!

"You can deliver a heavy punch of 350 kilograms, and your average 100-punch strength is 328 kilograms. Do you know that this already meets the standard of a Level 9 life form! You, you, you—You're simply a beast!" Qianmao hugged Wang Ge, excited and agitated, speaking so fast it was like a machine gun.

"Is the brother of a beast also a beast?" Wang Ge, who rarely smiled, joked with Qianmao in a rare good mood.

This score was also far beyond his expectations. Delivering a single punch of 350 kilograms didn't mean much, but being able to deliver 100 punches with an average strength of 328 kilograms was indeed an excellent score.

"Come, come, come, let's try the reaction speed test!" Qianmao excitedly pulled Wang Ge towards the "reaction test machine": "There might be more surprises!"

Although Wang Ge still appeared calm, he was indeed eager to try. He also wanted to know how much his physical fitness had improved after years of training in the boxing ring.

The reaction test machine was a circular enclosed room, about three meters in diameter. From the outside, it looked like a regular round room, but inside, the walls, ceiling, and floor were all equipped with soft material-covered simulated fists, wearing boxing gloves.

These were retracted into circular openings, like venomous snakes hiding in their dens. Once the test began, hundreds of fists would randomly attack the test subject. The "reaction speed test" required the boxer to dodge the punches as much as possible, and being hit a certain number of times within a set time would meet the test standard.

The "reaction accuracy test" required the boxer to punch the attacking fists. Hitting a certain number of fists within a set time would pass the test.

Wang Ge's performance in both tests could only be described as qualified, passing the Level 6 life form test.

Actually, for Wang Ge, being able to meet the standards of a Level 6 life form in all six tests was already a very surprising achievement. However, because of his extraordinary performance in the strength test, the subsequent tests seemed rather ordinary.

"Very good, Wang Ge!" Qianmao put his arm around Wang Ge's shoulder and walked out confidently: "Wang Ge, this is actually a good thing!

"Think about it, if your strength and reaction tests met the standards of a Level 8 life form, combined with your Level 6 speed test, your overall evaluation would be a Level 7 life form. Brother Water would definitely let you go straight to the B-level matches!

"But now your overall evaluation is a Level 6 life form, yet you have the strength of a Level 8 or 9 life form. Going to the D-level matches, you will have a significant advantage.

"Since you have reached Level 6, it means you still have the potential to improve! If you can improve one more level during this time, you will have the ability to protect yourself even in the B-level matches..."

"Yes," Wang Ge said. As Qianmao said, he should be happy, but in fact, he was a bit disappointed.

Perhaps the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. After the extraordinary performance in the strength test, Wang Ge, who was usually very composed, couldn't help but have a small hope.

But the speed test results brought him back to reality. Although it was still a good result, Wang Ge now seemed to see through his true heart—

His true heart was actually yearning for greater strength!

Qianmao and Wang Ge returned to Brother Water's office. Brother Water had already retrieved Wang Ge's scores from the internal network, and the printer had already produced a contract that still smelled of ink.

Brother Water's thick fingers tapped the end of the contract: "Starting tomorrow, you will fight your first C-level match. If there are no problems, put your fingerprint here."

"Ah?" Qianmao's eyes widened in shock: "Brother Water, he has never fought in a boxing match before. If he goes straight to the C-level, he will die, and..."

Brother Water's drooping eyelids suddenly flipped up, like a wolf ready to pounce, his eyes fixed on Qianmao. At that moment, the imposing aura he intentionally displayed strongly suppressed Qianmao, who had fought many life-and-death battles.

Previously, when Brother Water had Qianmao and Wang Ge, who were unrelated to the matter, start from the B-level matches, Qianmao had not opposed it and had accepted it calmly.

But now, when it was clearly Wang Ge's decision, Qianmao unhesitatingly stood up to Brother Water: "Please, Brother Water, or else I..."

"Qianmao!" Wang Ge shouted sternly. Qianmao was startled and subconsciously closed his mouth. They had grown up together and had formed habits and默契 (默契 means默契, which can be translated as 'understanding' or 'tacit agreement' in this context).

Brother Water frowned and looked at Wang Ge, who had already silently placed his fingerprint on the contract.

Qianmao's mouth opened and closed a few times, finally giving up and shaking his head in dejection, saying nothing more.

This was a contract of servitude. Once the fingerprint was placed, his life was in the hands of others until the match was over.

Brother Water's frown eased, and he actually took a good look at Wang Ge. Knowing that resistance was futile and acting accordingly, this young man was indeed talented.

As they walked out of Brother Water's office, Qianmao wanted to say something to Wang Ge. After all, he was also a veteran of the boxing ring, but he didn't know where to start.

Instead, Wang Ge gave him a firm hug and whispered in his ear: "We brothers will definitely live a hundred years."

"Ha..." Qianmao laughed.

When they were young, they would go out and "cause trouble" together, breaking windows with soccer balls, damaging car tires with fireworks, and being called "short-lived scoundrels" by others. At that time, the two of them would laugh and run while shouting: "We brothers will definitely live a hundred years!"

Hearing Wang Ge mention their childhood saying, Qianmao felt much lighter: "Yes, we brothers will definitely live a hundred years!"

If Wang Ge really couldn't fight anymore, he would go to Brother Water for help. They had already made the decision, hadn't they? It was just ten more A-level matches, hehe...

We brothers will definitely live a hundred years!

The abandoned building where the underground boxing ring was located had been deserted for over ten years. Even in this era of rapid technological development, there were still scams. The developer had disappeared, and the building, planned to be 100 floors, was only partially constructed, with only a dozen floors completed. Due to some involvement with high-level officials, it had been left abandoned.

Now it had become a haven for the underworld, known as "Black City."

As Wang Ge walked out, his brows remained furrowed. The training grounds above the fifth floor were still okay, but the lower levels were chaotic. The smell had not changed in years, and Wang Ge still couldn't get used to it.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of tobacco, alcohol, perfume, sweat, and urine. The first time someone entered, they would likely feel nauseous, but many young people nowadays found it cool.

The walls were covered with colorful graffiti, "I f*** your whole family," and dark bloodstains. Broken machetes, syringes, and condoms filled with unknown liquids were scattered on the ground. There were no doors on the brick walls, so in the dark corners, one might find drug users or strange couples engaging in intimate activities.

There were thugs, prostitutes, thieves, fugitives, drug addicts, pimps, and even business elites, federal officials, and second-generation tycoons looking for thrills. However, these people would not enter through the main entrance like Wang Ge; there were many small air docks above the tenth floor for them to land.

Wang Ge didn't like this place, but he had to come.

Leaving Black City, Wang Ge rode his old motorcycle to the end of Meteor Street, where the only "suspended monorail" station on the entire street was located. He disassembled his focus gun and locked it in the motorcycle's storage box. After locking the motorcycle in a secluded corner, he boarded a suspended monorail heading to New City.

Shan City Base was divided into Old City and New City. The Old City represented decay, backwardness, and poverty, including areas like Northwest Road, North Plain Road, and West Yuan Road.

The New City, represented by North City Sky Street, was a bustling area, starkly different from the Old City, yet both coexisted in the same base, reflecting the current wealth gap.

The suspended monorail took him to North City Sky Street in the New City, the highest cluster of buildings in Shan City Base, with over a hundred skyscrapers, each over 100 floors, forming a scene of prosperity.

This was the most prosperous area of Shan City Base, with the entire exterior covered in crystal-clear steel glass. At night, the lights were brilliant, making it look like a dazzling crystal palace from a distance.

Inside the "New Era Mall," only luxury goods were sold, with opulent and luxurious decor. The distance between each boutique was wider than the streets in the residential areas where Wang Ge lived, and the saleswomen were as glamorous as movie stars.

Above the streets, "flying cars" zipped back and forth, the transportation of the wealthy. Business-type flying cars mostly flew below 100 meters, seeking stability and discretion.

Above 100 meters, the sky was the playground for sports-type and modified flying cars, which zipped through the sky at supersonic speeds, leaving trails of neon light from their exhaust.

At the lowest level were the suspended monorail tracks, the federal welfare facilities used by workers.

Standing on the suspended monorail platform, looking up at the sky, Wang Ge, dressed in old clothes, did not feel ashamed. Instead, he felt motivated.

He believed that one day, he would be able to drive his own flying car, carrying his sister, to the air dock of the New Era Mall, and then take her into the mall, buying whatever she wanted.

Absolutely no haggling, only buying items that were not on sale!