欲海三姐妹

Chapter 153: Strength of Ten Tons

Who knew what was brewing in Mark’s mind.

“Roar!”

Following the shout, Mark lunged toward the force meter along with a whistling sound of his fist. His momentum was overwhelming.

Boom!

The force meter rang nine times, immediately attracting many students’ attention. Even the camera panned to show Mark’s performance. The screen displayed Mark’s result of 9,630 kilograms, and the training ground burst into an uproar.

“Another person who hit above 9,000 kilograms!”

“It’s only 90 away from A-110! What terrifying strength!”

“It seems there’s a new king of AB District!”

The students discussed animatedly, and the initially dull atmosphere in the training grounds once again became lively.

Mark was in a great mood as he returned to the queue. Of course, he was thrilled to achieve such excellent results, but what made him even happier was that Kevin had praised him. Mark felt proud of himself.

Kevin had a reason for praising Mark. The instructors’ groups in the individual test’s top ten would receive a reward, and Mark was part of Kevin’s group.

Mark, a little complacent, once again provoked Moss, “Dare to make another bet with me?”

“What’s the matter? Haven’t washed enough clothes?” Moss retorted.

“Just admit defeat and stop spewing nonsense!” Mark refused to let Moss win the argument.

Moss replied indifferently, “You’ll have to wash my team’s clothes if you lose. How about that?”

“Of course! Don’t go back on your words when you inevitably lose!” Mark looked at the students around him. “You’re all witnesses!”

“Okay!” The surrounding students did not think it was a big deal.

Still, Bass was worried. He knew Moss was powerful, but achieving a result of nearly 10,000 kilograms was genuinely terrifying.

“C-Captain Moss…”

Noticing Bass’s worry, Alan put his arm around Bass’s shoulder. “Don’t worry. Just have faith in Moss and watch the show. Someone’s going to do our laundry soon!”

“I-I don’t need him to wash my clothes for me!” Mill shyly said as she started to blush.

While the others chattered and laughed, Alan and Baylon took turns at the force meter, achieving 2,800 kilograms each.

However, it was not easy for Alan. He had lost a few pounds during his hectic training period and reached level 16, the same as Bass but still below Mill.

Baylon also improved significantly, even though he was close to level 16. Still, his 3,000 kilograms result did not arouse anyone’s interest.

Finally, it was Moss’s turn to approach the force meter.

“Go for it, Moss! My laundry desperately needs a wash!” Alan shouted, making sure Mark heard him.

“You got this!” The rest of the Guardians chanted.

The screen did not show Moss at that moment, but Red Spider stared at the tablet in her hand as it showed Moss about to take the test.

Flying Wolf saw this and shook his head helplessly. He suggested, “Jeez, Spider, why are you so narrow-minded? Why don’t you watch A-110 with me? He’s about to start the next test, his specialty.”

Flying Wolf locked his gaze onto the enormous screen as he spoke, but Red Spider was unmoved. Her gaze was unwavering as she focused on her tablet screen.

Meanwhile, Hank paid attention to Moss the entire time as he also stared at his tablet screen intently. He smiled and was full of anticipation.

After a few adjustments to his stance, Moss began the test. His expression also changed, making others feel his complete focus through the screen.

“Stormstrike!”

Standing before the force meter, Moss felt the increase in his battle awareness as he immediately swung his fist at the force meter. Then without waiting for the result, he turned around and returned to the queue.

As the bells rang, the students who enjoyed counting the number of ringing began to count, “One, two, three…”

Some got excited when the bell rang for the eighth time. The others also began to shout along, but Kevin’s group got nervous when the bell rang for the ninth time.

“Ten!”

When the bell rang for the tenth time, Kevin lost his composure. The chants also attracted more students from the other instructors’ groups.

As more students gathered, their voices became louder, successfully attracting every person on the training grounds.

During the commotion, the cameraman panned his camera from A-110’s test to Moss, where the students counted his bell sounds.

“Eleven!”

“There’s more?!”

“Twelve!”

“No Way?!”

“Thirteen!”

“Is the force meter broken?!”

“Fourteen!”

“Now, this is exaggerated! Surely, right?!”

“Fifteen!”

“There’s no way he reaches sixteen bell rings!”

The students shouted for sixteen, but the bell had already stopped at fifteen.”

“B-666… 15,000 kilograms!” The supervisor announced Moss’s results, stammering.

The instructors and teachers in the stands could not suppress their emotions anymore.

“Fifteen tons of force?! B-666 is only a sophomore!”

“He completely overshadowed A-110’s momentum!”

“That’s not a regular knight!”

“His qi gathering and blood technique are outstanding!”

“Isn’t this the first time A-110 placed second?”

“That Moss student is incredible!” Hank praised.

“Mr. Hank praised B-666 even though he has such high standards.”

“Please analyze the situation for us again, Mr. Hank.”

Hank became excited when he looked at the surrounding teachers’ and instructors’ expectant gazes. “Considering that a knight’s strength improves by three to four hundred kilograms per level, B-666 needs to be at level 20 with his potential index reaching 1.8 to 2.5 to achieve such staggering results.”

“If that’s the case, B-666 has improved by five levels in two weeks!”

“He’s only a second-year high school student and a knight, too. It is indeed commendable!”

Flying Wolf was still unconvinced, even after listening to Hank’s brief analysis. “Just a single strength test is not enough to describe one’s overall level, nor will it represent actual combat level.”

“Deputy Chief Instructor Flying Wolf is right. Still, B-666’s performance has shocked me just from this test alone. It’ll be a great help to my research,” Hank said.

After that, Hank fell silent as he lowered his head to type on his tablet.

“Flying Wolf, that A-110 you fancy is also outstanding. He should be the top scorer in the agility test,” Red Spider’s tone was firm. Still, her expression was no longer indifferent. She even revealed a faint smile as she continued, “However, B-666’s 15,000-kilogram result made me believe he will continue surprising us during this year’s training program.”

“Well, that’s a rare sight to behold.” Flying Wolf noticed Red Spider’s long-lost smile and was stunned. “Spider, are you interested in making a bet?”

“What kind of bet?” Red Spider asked as she raised an eyebrow.

“If A-110 graduates as the top student, you must cook a meal for me. You must also genuinely smile and say you lost to me!”

“What if B-666 graduates as the top student?” Red Spider asked again.

“Name your conditions,” Flying Wolf said as he smirked.

“Okay, treat me to that bottle of wine you’ve been keeping for so long,” Red Spider said as she leaned in.

“Deal!” Flying Wold slammed his armrest and excitedly agreed. He also imagined Red Spider cooking while wearing an apron.

…

Beep, beep!

The whistle sounded, and Kevin thundered, “All right, let’s continue!” His bell-like voice possessed immense power.

The students, shocked by Moss’s fantastic performance, suddenly snapped out of their surprise and continued the remainder of their basic ability test.

However, the discussions about B-666 did not stop during the remaining tests. At that moment, Mark stood rooted and could not believe what had happened before his eyes.

He was utterly flustered when the bell rang for the ninth time, but when the tenth ring echoed, he immediately collapsed, knees-first, into the ground. Then when the bell rang for the fifteenth time, it pierced his heart. Mark realized he had lost to Moss yet again.

In the end, Kevin had to persuade Mark, who had almost given up entirely, to rejoin his group.