8. Two Fighters
"557 points? The dividing line is 561
points?" Han Sen took a deep breath.
Just four points! Just because of these four
points, I lost my chance of going to a
military academy.
I can't believe twelve years of studying led
to this.
"If I can't go to a military academy, then so
be it. There's no big deal" Han sen
focused his gaze and formed his right hand
into the shape of a blade. He then made a
horizontal cut into the space in front of
him. Because of the hand's speed, the air
violently trembled and shook. "Thanks to
this time's coma, my strength has greatly
increased!"
"Maybe my current body fitness has
reached the level required to be a fighter. I
might be able to pass the Prospective
Fighter exam"
"It wouldn't be a problem even if I'm off by
a bit. If I just seriously and bitterly train for one or two months, I should be able to
pass the Prospective Fighter exam"
Han Sen's adaptability ability is very high.
His exam scores didn't make it to the
dividing line, which shocked him. However,
the 'coma' increased his strength, which
made him confident again.
After all, a military academy graduate's
position is far from a fighter's.
[KA] Han Sen opened the door and
entered the living room.
In the living room, Han Hong Guo, Gong
Xin Lan, and Han Hua all turned their
heads. All three of them were concerned.
Gong Xin Lan even stood up and walked
towards Han Sen: "Sen, we can't blame
you for your score. We can only blame
your disease. Sigh, how could this disease
start acting up now, it hasn't acted up for
so many years"
"Brother, you aren't in shock are you?" Han
Hua sat on his wheel chair, making fun on
purpose.When Han Sen was inside his room
checking his grades, the rest of the family
used Han Hua's laptop to check Han Sen's
results and learned of the four point
difference. Although they were a bit
disappointed, they were more worried
about Han Sen himself.
Han Sen laughed: "Of course I'm not in
shock. Dad, mom, don't blame this disease.
In fact, we should even be thankful?"
"Thankful?"
"Thankful?"
"Thankful?"
Han Hong Guo, Gong Xin Lan, and Han Hua
were all shocked. High school exams are
one of the most important events of one's
life. Now that Han Sen's exams were
ruined by the disease, how could anyone
be grateful towards it?
"Dad, Mom, Hua" Han Sen smiled a little,
"When I was small, I had two comas and fainted. In fact, after I woke up from those
comas, I felt like my strength increased by
a large amount and am able to run faster.
This time... is also the same! I feel like my
fitness level is way greater than it was
previously, and I estimate that I can pass
the Prospective Fighter exam"
"What?" Han Hong Guo, Gong Xin Lan, and
Han Hua exchanged glances.
"Brother, are you serious?" Han Hua
couldn't hold back.
"Of course I am" Han Sen smiled a bit,
"After I pass the Prospective Fighter exam,
I'll be able to apply for the Fighter Combat
exam. I am quite confident in my combat
abilities. I might even be able to achieve
the rank of fighter this year!"
Han Hong Guo, Gong Xin Lan, and Han Hua
were overawed by this piece of news.
A fighter!
What does that represent? It represents the most powerful group of humanity, it
represents special privileges and rights! It
represents a ton of money! It represents
those at the top of the social hierarchy!
And after you become a fighter, it'll bring
along many benefits to your family; it is
much better than becoming an elite
student at a military academy.
"A fighter is going to come from our
family?" Han Hua couldn't help yelling,
"Haha, Brother, you're awesome!"
"Sen, great!" Han Hong Guo also excitedly
patted Han Sen's shoulder, "Becoming a
fighter is great. Compared to a fighter,
what's so good about a military academy
graduate?"
As of now, all the fighters on earth are
praise and exalted in society.
Seeing how his parents and brother were
so happy, Han Sen laughed, "Dad, Mom,
we can't be too happy before I actually
pass the exam"
"An 18 year old fighter?" Han Hua couldn't help but excitedly shout, "If my brother
really becomes an 18 year old fighter, then,
then that would be too, too....
AWESOME!!!"
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The day after that, 5 AM, the sky was
bright.
Han Sen has just left home and was
headed towards the Dojo of Limits.
"There's barely anyone here at this time"
Han Sen entered the dojo and found that
the entire dojo's lawn and road had about
just 100 people. There are about 30 to 40
thousand members total. "The dojo
instructor only teaches at night, so night
time is when there are the most people"
Han Sen headed towards the elite
member's building on the road.
[RUMBLE~~~] A low sound wave carried
over.
"Hm?"Han Sen unknowingly turned his head and
saw an elegant, white race car. As it slowly
entered the dojo, Han Sen looked
carefully and couldn't help but to take in a
breath: "Aston Martin's race car? And it's
even the newest and most expensive one
with the ability to fly: thr-191?"
His brother really loved race cars. At
home, he heard Han Hua praise this
thr-191.
"It's an Aston Martin"
"It's even a 191, this one can fly" Within the
dojo, the few students scattered around
were all lured towards this area, "This one
car costs 36 million"
Right at this time, the race car stopped in
front of the elite member's building's gate.
The door opened and a short, red haired
(clearly dyed) man wearing a loose dojo
practice uniform walked out. His eyes
randomly scanned the surroundings. He
looked right past the regular dojo students
but paused slightly on Han Sen. However, without saying anything, he entered the
building.
"It's a fighter" Han Sen's eyes flashed.
Han Sen could feel the pressure from the
fighter's gaze. This is a gaze that has a will
of steel and has experienced many fights
to the death.
The spacious dojo training hall was empty;
not a single person was there.
It was only around 5 AM. Even at night,
there usually wouldn't be more than 20
people.
"I want to see how much my strength has
increased" Han Sen walked over and
plugged in the fist strength tester
machine. After turning it on, he turned on
the speed tester machine that was far
away.
Standing in front of the fist strength tester
machine."Begin!"
Han Sen took in a deep breath. He used
his waist as the center which released his
power. It shot through his body like a huge
python and created an explosive force
through his arm. His fist was like a
lightning bolt and suddenly a [PENG]
sound was created on the machine.
[DI, DI, DI] The fist strength tester
machine let out three sounds
consecutively.
Han Sen's eyes flashed. Usually, the
machine doesn't make this kind of sound.
The only time it makes this sound is under
one situation--the fist strength has
surpassed 1000kg��
"Hm?" Han Sen stared at the machine's
display--'1089kg'��
"So high?"
Han Sen was ecstatic. The fist strength
required for a fighter was 900 kg. His
previous fist strength was 809 kg. And now
it shot up to 1089 kg, gaining 280 kg all of a sudden. Far more than enough to pass.
"Haha"
Han Sen excitedly punched like lightning,
shaking his entire body left and right. The
[PENG PENG] sounds kept going. As if
blinking an eye,Han Sen already punched
around 20 something times. And the
machine's display showed a bunch of
numbers scrolling
across.--'956kg��989kg��923kg��9
65kg...'��
"Now I'll test my speed" Han Sen headed
towards the track, "As long as my speed
passes, along with my naturally gifted
reaction speed which was already qualified
for a fighter, then I can definitely pass the
prospective fighter exam!"
Han Sen adjusted his breathing.
[WHOOSH]
His body was like a cannonball, flying
through the track....
Fourth floor of the elite member's building.
A red haired man was talking and walking
side by side with a bald, middle-aged man
wearing a black shirt.
"Yan Luo, how long has it been since our
last meeting" The middle-aged man smiled
slightly, "Probably almost three years. That
immature kiddo from back then became
this famous. I heard this time you earned
nearly a hundred million. Hoho. When I
look at you, I feel like I'm old"
"That was all luck" The red haired man
laughed, "Brother Jiang, back then....."
[DI, DI, DI]
A weak sound came from a lower floor,
which shocked and surprised the two men.
"The fist strength tester machine
downstairs is for beginners. Once 1000 kg
is reached, it makes this sound" The bald
middle-aged man said surprisingly,
"There's even someone practicing here at 5
AM. Since it's over 1000 kg, could it be that Yang Wu?"
"Wouldn't we know if we went down to
look?"
[HU! HU!]
One black shirt and one white shirt. These
two people were like phantoms that flew
down the stair cases. In a blink of an eye,
they went from the fourth floor to the
third floor's training hall's entrance.
The black shirt wearing, bald middle-aged
man and the white shirt wearing, red
haired man looked inside the training hall.
At this time, Han Sen was standing in
front of the track and soon flew past.
"28.1 m/s" The bald middle-aged man and
the red haired man both saw the number
displayed on the speed tester machine.
"This Han Sen, strength over 1000 kg and
an incredible speed of 28.1 m/s" The bald
middle-aged man was shocked.
"Brother Jiang, this guy seems quite young. He seems to already have reached the
fitness level required for a fighter" The red
haired man said, astonished. The bald
middle-aged man nodded: "Yea, his name
is Han Sen. He is one of the more gifted
students in our dojo. He just had his 18th
birthday this year!"
"18? So young?" The red haired man's eyes
flashed.
At this time, Han Sen was shocked at who
he saw at the entrance. The red haired
man is the fighter who came in his race
car, while the bald middle-aged man is this
Dojo of Limits' master, 'Jiang Nian', who
has the most power and authority.
According to the dojo's rules, every
student calls him "instructor".
"Instructor!" Han Sen yelled in greeting.
"Come here" Instructor Jiang Nian laughed,
"I can't believe you're so fast. You've
already reached what is required for a
fighter. Let me introduce you, this is your
senior, Yan Luo. Yan Luo, there's no problem with telling him your name
right?"
"Nope" Yan Luo looked at Han Sen and
nodded, "This young man has already
reached the fitness requirement for a
fighter at such a young age. Maybe, in the
future, we'll have some sort of interaction"
Jiang Nian looked towards Han Sen and
laughed: "Han Sen, since you're 18, you
must've taken your high school exams
right. Ignore the results of that, what's the
point of going to school? Just focus on
taking the 'Prospective Fighter' exam. Oh
yea, on July 1st, go to Tang Yang Zhou city's
Dojo of limits to take your prospective
fighter exam. With your current strength,
you'll pass easily"
"High school exams?" Yan Luo laughed,
"Don't waste your time in college. You have
nice talent. No matter what you do, you
must put your all into it. Right now, you
must put all of your concentration in
martial arts. Kiddo, when you become a fighter, join our dojo of limits. You'll have a
future by doing so."
These two fighters all held extremely high
positions. The rich and the politicians of
society were nothing to them.
They were looking forward to young Han Sen joining their ranks.