Chapter 3 - Chapter 3 :Pressure

According to Wong Yi's understanding, to become a true martial artist, one must attain the level of a quasi martial artist. It is widely acknowledged that below the martial artists lie the martial arts students. Categorized by their strength into junior, intermediate, and senior tiers. The standard for each level are as follows. Junior students, 300 kg punching power, 18 ms speed. Intermediate students, 500 kg punching power, 20 ms speed. Senior students, 700 kg punching power, 22 m speed. The standards of an aspirant martial artist, a punching force of 900 kg and a velocity of 25 m/s. To ascend to the rank of a martial artist, a senior trainee must successfully pass two assessments. The first is the physical fitness evaluation for asper martial artists. Once one passes this test, it signifies that their physical attributes have reached the requisite standards for becoming a martial artist. Thus, they are considered an aspirate. The second assessment, however, is the practical combat evaluation. Possessing mere physical prowess is insufficient. One must prove themselves in actual combat against monsters to earn the title of martial artist. Subsequently, Wongi made his way to the track adjacent to the martial arts hall, activating the testing apparatus to gauge a speed, which as anticipated measured only 229 milliseconds. To pass the aspirant martial artist assessment, one must meet standards in punching force, speed, and neural reaction time. It was abundantly clear that Wong, he had a considerable distance to cover. His spirits were dampened. At this moment, he believed his abilities were akin to those of the historical protagonist Luo Fong at a similar stage. Both had comparable strengths, and it was said that one needed to reach university level to attain the physical fitness of an asper martial artist. Given his current rate of progress and circumstances, he feared he might only reach that level in due time. Wong he felt a surge of frustration. Ignorance breeds fearlessness. For Wongi, who was aware of the original narrative, the burdens he bore exceeded those of the average person. The Earth was destined to face numerous calamities, setting aside the distant threats. Immediate danger was the menace of monsters. In a few years, cosmic behemoths would descend upon the Earth, unleashing devastation. Had it not been for Luo Fang's valiant efforts, seizing the opportunity to overpower the Golden Horn beast with the protagonist Halo, humanity might have already faced extinction. Furthermore, the Earth was being scrutinized by forces from the cosmos with the Norlon family eyeing it covetously, intent on claiming it by any means necessary. Did one think this was the end? There were even graver challenges ahead. The Earth was a mysterious planet crafted by an alien powerhouse, invaluable and drawing the attention of super beings who could toy with stars, leading to fierce competition that threatened to ren the very fabric of reality. Contemplating this, Wong inhaled sharply, feeling as though he were perched on the brink of a volcano ready to erupt. Although he could rely on Luo Fangs connections to escape Earth and live among the stars, the thought of leaving his homeland was far from comfortable. Moreover, his loved ones were rooted here. Even disregarding his own fate, he had to consider those around him. The universe was an unforgiving and perilous realm, far from the idyllic visions one might conjure. Without sufficient strength, survival itself was a formidable challenge. Wongi pondered whether his presence in this world might alter its original trajectory. What if Lu Foam faltered or some unforeseen mishap occurred? Would he be forced to stand idly by? Witnessing the demise of his family and friends in the face of catastrophe. The mere thought of such a scenario was suffocating. Unlike those who traverse worlds as if they were mere games, Wangi regarded this realm as his true homeland. Each blade of grass, each individual held a living significance for him rather than being mere abstractions. He finally comprehended why Luo Fong fought with such fervor, risking everything to safeguard his homeland. Were he in Luo Fangs position, he feared he would become even more fervent in defense of all that he cherished. Yet, what could he do? Gazing at his hands, a wave of helplessness surged within him. As he exited the martial arts hall, the night deepened, heavy and oppressive, mirroring Wong Yis current state of mind. Soon he returned to his residence, the Guang Yuan community, a complex composed of numerous tenement buildings, a government-built affordable housing project where he had lived for 18 years. Wani, as he stepped into the community, he heard someone calling him. Turning, he spotted several girls standing not far off, one of whom, a short-haired girl clad in a short-sleeved shirt and long pants, wore an expression of surprise. Wongi paused momentarily, then smiled. Shia Yan. The short-haired girl had a slightly round face, delicate features, and a fair complexion that radiated the unique vitality of youth. After whispering a few words to her companions, she blushed and approached him, her eyes gleaming with joy. "Wangi, have you just returned?" Wong he smiled in response. "Yes, just got back from the martial arts hall. How about you?" He glanced at the other girls who were still watching from a distance. Shia blinked. I just returned from shopping with classmates. Why don't we head back together? I have some questions I'd like to ask you. That sounds good. Wong did not refuse. After all, Shia was someone he had known for quite some time. Despite the humble circumstances of the affordable housing community, the residents shared a strong camaraderie. Shia lived nearby, and their friendship had blossomed after he had intervened when she was harassed by a group of thugs a few months prior. At that time, merely displaying his advanced trainee certificate had been enough to intimidate the troublemakers. In the eyes of ordinary citizens, an advanced trainee at a martial arts school held considerable sway. As the boy and girl walked side by side through the aging community, they greeted acquaintances warmly along the way. Ah, is that you? Shiai. Hello, Uncle Lee. Shia, you're back. Yes, Aunt Shan. Isn't that Shiain? Back with Shiaoi again. Shias cheeks flushed slightly. Wangi noticed the expressions of those around them, but chose to ignore them. In this era, attitudes towards romance were relatively liberal. At 18, one was considered an adult, capable of marrying, and it was not uncommon for high school students to form relationships and start families upon graduation. Yet, Wong had never shared any intimacy with a girl. To outsiders, Wong, with his excellent grades, status as an advanced martial arts trainee, and additional tutoring work to support his family, combined with his striking appearance, was a source of curiosity as to why he had never dated. Only Wongi understood the reasons behind it. As they walked, Shiaoy Yian suddenly recalled something and said, "Oh, right, Wongo. I saw your uncle earlier when I was out." Wongis footsteps faltered and his brow furrowed slightly. "Yes, back again," he thought, letting out a quiet sigh as he gazed up at the towering tenement building before him, a monolith of concrete. "His home awaited him.Pressure. According to Wong Yi's understanding, to become a true martial artist, one must attain the level of a quasi martial artist. It is widely acknowledged that below the martial artists lie the martial arts students. Categorized by their strength into junior, intermediate, and senior tiers. The standard for each level are as follows. Junior students, 300 kg punching power, 18 ms speed. Intermediate students, 500 kg punching power, 20 ms speed. Senior students, 700 kg punching power, 22 m speed. The standards of an aspirant martial artist, a punching force of 900 kg and a velocity of 25 m/s. To ascend to the rank of a martial artist, a senior trainee must successfully pass two assessments. The first is the physical fitness evaluation for asper martial artists. Once one passes this test, it signifies that their physical attributes have reached the requisite standards for becoming a martial artist. Thus, they are considered an aspirate. The second assessment, however, is the practical combat evaluation. Possessing mere physical prowess is insufficient. One must prove themselves in actual combat against monsters to earn the title of martial artist. Subsequently, Wongi made his way to the track adjacent to the martial arts hall, activating the testing apparatus to gauge a speed, which as anticipated measured only 229 milliseconds. To pass the aspirant martial artist assessment, one must meet standards in punching force, speed, and neural reaction time. It was abundantly clear that Wong, he had a considerable distance to cover. His spirits were dampened. At this moment, he believed his abilities were akin to those of the historical protagonist Luo Fong at a similar stage. Both had comparable strengths, and it was said that one needed to reach university level to attain the physical fitness of an asper martial artist. Given his current rate of progress and circumstances, he feared he might only reach that level in due time. Wong he felt a surge of frustration. Ignorance breeds fearlessness. For Wongi, who was aware of the original narrative, the burdens he bore exceeded those of the average person. The Earth was destined to face numerous calamities, setting aside the distant threats. Immediate danger was the menace of monsters. In a few years, cosmic behemoths would descend upon the Earth, unleashing devastation. Had it not been for Luo Fang's valiant efforts, seizing the opportunity to overpower the Golden Horn beast with the protagonist Halo, humanity might have already faced extinction. Furthermore, the Earth was being scrutinized by forces from the cosmos with the Norlon family eyeing it covetously, intent on claiming it by any means necessary. Did one think this was the end? There were even graver challenges ahead. The Earth was a mysterious planet crafted by an alien powerhouse, invaluable and drawing the attention of super beings who could toy with stars, leading to fierce competition that threatened to ren the very fabric of reality. Contemplating this, Wong inhaled sharply, feeling as though he were perched on the brink of a volcano ready to erupt. Although he could rely on Luo Fangs connections to escape Earth and live among the stars, the thought of leaving his homeland was far from comfortable. Moreover, his loved ones were rooted here. Even disregarding his own fate, he had to consider those around him. The universe was an unforgiving and perilous realm, far from the idyllic visions one might conjure. Without sufficient strength, survival itself was a formidable challenge. Wongi pondered whether his presence in this world might alter its original trajectory. What if Lu Foam faltered or some unforeseen mishap occurred? Would he be forced to stand idly by? Witnessing the demise of his family and friends in the face of catastrophe. The mere thought of such a scenario was suffocating. Unlike those who traverse worlds as if they were mere games, Wangi regarded this realm as his true homeland. Each blade of grass, each individual held a living significance for him rather than being mere abstractions. He finally comprehended why Luo Fong fought with such fervor, risking everything to safeguard his homeland. Were he in Luo Fangs position, he feared he would become even more fervent in defense of all that he cherished. Yet, what could he do? Gazing at his hands, a wave of helplessness surged within him. As he exited the martial arts hall, the night deepened, heavy and oppressive, mirroring Wong Yis current state of mind. Soon he returned to his residence, the Guang Yuan community, a complex composed of numerous tenement buildings, a government-built affordable housing project where he had lived for 18 years. Wani, as he stepped into the community, he heard someone calling him. Turning, he spotted several girls standing not far off, one of whom, a short-haired girl clad in a short-sleeved shirt and long pants, wore an expression of surprise. Wongi paused momentarily, then smiled. Shia Yan. The short-haired girl had a slightly round face, delicate features, and a fair complexion that radiated the unique vitality of youth. After whispering a few words to her companions, she blushed and approached him, her eyes gleaming with joy. "Wangi, have you just returned?" Wong he smiled in response. "Yes, just got back from the martial arts hall. How about you?" He glanced at the other girls who were still watching from a distance. Shia blinked. I just returned from shopping with classmates. Why don't we head back together? I have some questions I'd like to ask you. That sounds good. Wong did not refuse. After all, Shia was someone he had known for quite some time. Despite the humble circumstances of the affordable housing community, the residents shared a strong camaraderie. Shia lived nearby, and their friendship had blossomed after he had intervened when she was harassed by a group of thugs a few months prior. At that time, merely displaying his advanced trainee certificate had been enough to intimidate the troublemakers. In the eyes of ordinary citizens, an advanced trainee at a martial arts school held considerable sway. As the boy and girl walked side by side through the aging community, they greeted acquaintances warmly along the way. Ah, is that you? Shiai. Hello, Uncle Lee. Shia, you're back. Yes, Aunt Shan. Isn't that Shiain? Back with Shiaoi again. Shias cheeks flushed slightly. Wangi noticed the expressions of those around them, but chose to ignore them. In this era, attitudes towards romance were relatively liberal. At 18, one was considered an adult, capable of marrying, and it was not uncommon for high school students to form relationships and start families upon graduation. Yet, Wong had never shared any intimacy with a girl. To outsiders, Wong, with his excellent grades, status as an advanced martial arts trainee, and additional tutoring work to support his family, combined with his striking appearance, was a source of curiosity as to why he had never dated. Only Wongi understood the reasons behind it. As they walked, Shiaoy Yian suddenly recalled something and said, "Oh, right, Wongo. I saw your uncle earlier when I was out." Wongis footsteps faltered and his brow furrowed slightly. "Yes, back again," he thought, letting out a quiet sigh as he gazed up at the towering tenement building before him, a monolith of concrete. "His home awaited him.