"Alright, this is the place for your physical fitness test. The assessment consists of four parts, testing your stamina, strength, agility, and reaction ability," the middle-aged teacher said, pointing to a building that somewhat resembled a gymnasium as he introduced it to Fang Chang.
After speaking, he first entered to talk with someone inside, then came back out to call Fang Chang in.
The person who took over Fang Chang here was a burly man covered in muscles, with Soul Power that appeared to be around level seventy.
"Kid, are you Fang Qi, the one with decent talent that Old Han mentioned?" The burly man looked at him with an expression that seemed somewhat displeased.
The middle-aged instructor he had called Old Han earlier had actually asked him to go easy on this new student and let him pass smoothly.
But this burly man happened to be an upright person—he despised cheating more than anything in his life. Now someone actually wanted him to go easy on a student? This was practically an insult to him!
He immediately stepped forward and heavily slapped Fang Chang's shoulder with his hand, using about fifty to sixty percent of his strength. If it were an ordinary Soul King caught off guard, they would most likely have been knocked over by this slap.
Yet when he struck Fang Chang, there was no reaction at all—the young man just nodded and replied, "Yes, it's me."
Huh? The burly man couldn't believe it. This kid was quite cunning—he must have secretly prepared some defense.
"Fine, now follow me first," the burly man said as he led Fang Chang to the edge of a running track.
"Your first test is to run fifty laps around this track. Finishing within one and a half hours counts as excellent, while finishing within two hours counts as a pass."
Fang Chang glanced over and saw that this track wasn't much different from the standard school tracks in his previous life. One lap was roughly 400 meters, meaning fifty laps would total about 20,000 meters.
A Soul Master's physical fitness was much stronger than that of an ordinary human, especially at the Soul King level. This requirement wasn't particularly excessive.
However, because of Old Han's words, the burly man had completely labeled Fang Chang as a transfer student who had pulled strings to get in and wanted to deliberately make things difficult for him.
These four tests didn't have a fixed order—participating students could arrange them according to their own preferences. However, the stamina test was usually placed last.
Yet he intentionally guided Fang Chang to do this one first. Just imagine running 20,000 meters first, then immediately moving on to test strength and agility…
If he could still pass after that, he would truly be a monster.
"Is that all?" Fang Chang raised his head and looked at the burly man innocently. "Isn't it a bit too easy?"
The burly man was momentarily speechless. "Student Fang Qi, this is based on the standards for all students. It's good that you're confident—now hurry up and take the test."
Though he said that, the burly man secretly sneered in his heart. This brat had quite the attitude. Did he think just because someone was backing him, there was nothing he could do?
Fang Chang nodded at him and glanced ahead. "Teacher, should I begin now?"
"Go ahead," the burly man said, pulling out a timing device.
In an instant, Fang Chang's figure shot forward like a streak of light.
The first lap took only a little over thirty seconds—already faster than most Soul Kings' full-speed sprint without using Soul Skills.
But that wasn't all. Over the next several laps, he maintained the exact same speed without showing any signs of slowing down, leaving the burly man secretly astonished.
By the sixteenth lap, the burly man checked his timer and saw that only a little over nine minutes had passed…
For a moment, he wondered if the timer was broken, his eyes widening as he stared at Fang Chang on the track.
Soon, Fang Chang finished all fifty laps and stood before the burly man, asking respectfully, "Teacher, does this count as a pass?"
"P-pass." By now, the burly man was so shocked he could barely speak. Twenty-eight minutes—even a Title Douluo might not be able to achieve that.
For the next test, he took Fang Chang to another area surrounded by wooden stakes—this was the agility test.
"Now we'll proceed to the next part—testing your agility, or more precisely, your instantaneous burst speed."
"When I say 'start,' you'll have ten seconds to attack these wooden stakes. Remember, you cannot use large-scale or long-range Soul Skills, or it will count as a violation and disqualify your results."
"Hitting ten stakes within the time limit counts as excellent, while hitting six counts as a pass."
Fang Chang glanced around. The stakes were arranged in a circle, each about ten meters apart. At this distance, an ordinary Soul King would indeed find it difficult to attack six stakes within ten seconds while maintaining sufficient force.
But for him… it was child's play.
"I'm ready. I understand," Fang Chang said, giving the burly man an OK gesture to indicate he could begin.
The burly man's eyes flickered as he adjusted his timer to "8." "Then let's begin."
"Three… two… one… start!" As he reached "one," the burly man sharply swung his hand down, a faint smirk curling at the corner of his mouth.
Fang Chang's figure shot forward again like a black streak of light, striking several stakes in succession.
In the blink of an eye, the entire circle of stakes toppled over almost simultaneously. Before time was up, not a single one of the thirty stakes remained standing.
He glanced mockingly at the stunned examiner.
"Excellent…" the burly examiner said reluctantly before leading him to the next test.
"This round tests strength. Use your fist to strike this Soul Tool power-measuring device with full force—it will display your power data," he said, pointing at a black, mechanical-looking contraption.
"For a Soul King, without using Soul Skills, th—" He paused here. "Three thousand jin counts as excellent, two thousand jin as passing."
In truth, for an ordinary Soul King, one thousand jin could already be considered excellent, while the passing threshold was only five hundred jin.
As for three thousand jin—even he, a level seventy-three Strength-Type Battle Soul Sage, couldn't achieve that number without using Soul Skills.
Fang Chang was eager to try. He also wanted to test how far technology had advanced in the current Douluo Continent.
Immediately, he clenched his fist and threw a punch at the massive iron contraption—standing two people tall, five to six meters wide, and likely weighing no less than ten thousand jin.
"BANG!" The testing Soul Tool was sent flying over ten meters, scattering parts across the ground… The burly examiner was utterly dumbfounded.
He gulped. "P-pass."
The final test was for reaction ability, conducted in another special Soul Tool.
According to the burly examiner, this test required dodging iron disks launched from the Soul Tool. Dodging one hundred disks counted as a pass—if hit even once, the test would end immediately.
To prevent Fang Chang from clearing it, he directly set the difficulty to the highest level (Title Douluo tier).
The moment the Soul Tool activated, countless iron disks shot toward Fang Chang from all directions. Yet inside, he moved like a nimble fish, not letting a single disk touch him.
With all tests completed, Fang Chang followed the burly examiner out of the testing area, where they met Old Han again.
"So? Did he pass?" Old Han seemed even more anxious than Fang Chang. The moment they appeared, he rushed over to ask the burly man.
The burly examiner wore a bitter expression, mixed with a faint trace of bewilderment. "P-passed. In all four tests… Fang Qi scored excellent across the board."