Chapter 1015: Chapter 1015

"There’s no need to make it so complicated."

Tang Ming smiled as he spoke, looking playfully at Wan Yong, "If he’s too afraid to go first, then I will."

"Bullshit, who said I’m afraid to go first."

Though a bit worried inside, Wan Yong was instantly furious when he heard Tang Ming’s words.

Tang Ming laughed, asking strangely, "So what you’re saying is you’ll go first?"

Wan Yong stepped forward.

"Calm down, calm down."

Qian Bujun quickly stepped forward to hold Wan Yong back, quietly reminding him, "Even if you might surpass my score, you’re now one of the two favorites to win the martial arts contest along with Tang Xin, and your strengths are similar. Going first is too much of a disadvantage. This round is crucial; don’t fall for his provocation."

Zhao Tianba also nodded repeatedly, looking at Tang Ming with disdain, "Kid, if you’re really capable, you go first. Stop playing tricks here."

"Tch, I was planning to go first anyway, I don’t have time to waste with you lot."

Tang Ming curled his lip disdainfully, then looked at Qin Fang, "I’ll go first, no need for a draw."

"In that case, will contestant Tang Ming please step forward to prepare."

Qin Fang nodded, motioning for Tang Ming to step forward and put on the gloves.

"Group Leader Tang, are you confident you can surpass Qian Bujun?"

Long Ao asked worriedly.

"If I aim for him, I’ll definitely lose."

Tang Ming squinted his eyes, unsure of how strong Wan Yong truly was, but judging from previous matches, that guy was definitely stronger than Qian Bujun.

To win, he must score far above Qian Bujun in this round and he can’t hold back completely. Otherwise, if he provides a reference point for the opponent, it would be troublesome to catch up.

Lin Canghai and Wu Xiaoyu stood aside, cheering for Tang Ming.

"I’ll go all out, though it’s a pity for all the food I ate this morning."

After putting on the gloves, Tang Ming walked up to the force-resistant wall, his expression turning serious.

Seeing Tang Ming make his move, everyone watching grew tense. This was a battle for the first place in the martial arts contest.

The Family Heads of the Eight Great Families stopped discussing bets, because Tang Ming and Wan Yong had always been neck and neck, making them have no absolute confidence in either, and naturally not foolishly betting on their scores.

"Contestant Tang Ming, you may start applying force now."

After preparations were complete, Qin Fang’s voice rang out.

Tang Ming took a few deep breaths, then recklessly gathered his True Qi and all the energy stored in his body into his right arm, which suddenly swelled several times thicker, the muscle almost tearing through his clothes.

"What kind of martial art is this?"

Seeing the change in Tang Ming’s arm, everyone was dumbfounded.

"Ha!" After the energy gathering was complete, Tang Ming roared furiously, smashing a punch into the force-resistant wall.

With a loud noise, the special metal force-resistant wall was directly dented with a big pit by Tang Ming’s punch.

Then the numbers on the digital display began to soar, quickly surpassing Qian Bujun’s score, and continued to climb.

When the number surpassed 1000kg, the display shook violently, finally bursting with a "snap," smoking.

Tang Ming’s punch exceeded the load capacity of the power test equipment, causing it to explode.

Seeing the equipment explode, everyone was stunned. The instrument had reached 2000 pounds before exploding; is this human strength?

The special wall meant to withstand force was even wrecked by Tang Ming; this strength is simply defying the heavens.

While everyone was stupefied, Tang Ming tossed aside the now-torn gloves, grinning at Qin Fang, "Host, how do you plan to calculate this score now?"

Qin Fang hesitated immediately, as Tang Ming’s strength had clearly exceeded 2000 pounds, but the instrument had failed, making an accurate score calculation impossible: "Let’s consider it a temporary 2000 pounds."

Lin Canghai reacted afterward, shouting dissatisfied, "The equipment exploded, indicating Tang Xin’s strength was definitely above 2000 pounds; calculating is too unfair."

"That’s right, this kind of destructive power should at least be 3000."

Long Ao quickly chimed in.

"Everyone, please calm down."

Qin Fang quickly gestured for calm, explaining, "I know contestant Tang Ming’s true score must be over 2000, but the contest results only calculate within 2000. Now that the equipment exploded, I can only rely on data."

"Host, according to your statement, how will Wan Yong’s score be calculated?"

Wu Xiaoyu queried suspiciously.

Qin Fang pondered and smiled, "How about this, if Wan Yong’s score is below 2000, the high and low don’t need disputing. However, if he can also smash the equipment and make the display explode, this round can only be defined as a tie for first place with a score of 2000 pounds."

"Is there another set of equipment?"

Tang Ming looked at Qin Fang in surprise. Originally, he had thought smashing the equipment with all his might would directly stop the contest, and even if Wan Yong was awesome, he wouldn’t be able to compete, thus counting as his loss.

He hadn’t expected there to be other equipment here, which was really unexpected.

"Of course, there’s backup equipment."

Qin Fang smiled, introducing seriously, "The martial arts contest result is significant, the organizers naturally thought of everything, but no one expected contestant Tang Ming to actually damage the equipment, apparently this one costs over 60 million."

"This is so valuable?"

Tang Ming was startled; he hadn’t expected a simple punch to cost 60 million, probably making the Ming Group furious.

"Alright, it’s my turn to test it out."

Wan Yong looked at Qin Fang with a serious expression.

"Everyone, please turn right 30 meters, that’s where the backup equipment is."

Qin Fang gestured with a hand, guaranteeing, "These two machines are identical, ensuring no deviation in contest results, please rest assured."

Subsequently, everyone moved to the location Qin Fang pointed to, indeed finding a machine identical to the previous one, with the same force-resistant wall, the same display...

"If there are no objections, would contestant Wan Yong please prepare."

After checking the equipment, Qin Fang announced with a smile.

Wan Yong expressionlessly stepped forward to put on gloves, standing before the force-resistant wall.

"Hey, big guy, you think Wan Yong can surpass Tang Xin this time?"

Qian Bujun asked curiously while gnawing on a chicken leg, turning to Zhao Tianba next to him.

Zhao Tianba snorted with frustration, muttering bitterly, "Anyway, I’ve already lost."

Originally, he was certain to win in this explosive strength contest, but he was first narrowly defeated by Long Ao, then left far behind by Qian Bujun!

And now, seeing Tang Ming’s score... it was even more outrageous, and he had lost hope.