I Dressed as the Heir of A Billionaire Villain in the Novel

Chapter 191

Ren Feiyu is so obviously sought after.

Li Qing and several people looked embarrassed for a while.

Feng Yuling secretly glanced at Shen Jing, who was silent beside him, and felt emotional.

Sure enough, the really awesome bosses wouldn't care about this kind of jumping clown.

"Che, what's there to be proud of." Cheng Puze rolled up his sleeves and exposed his arms, walked to the instrument, shook his fist, and said with a smile.

"Our senior brother Shen went to the wilderness to practice a few days ago, and we encountered a seventh-level night devil tiger. My senior brother went there and didn't have to throw out his fists. What kind of seventh-level night devil tiger, he knelt down with a puff. Tsk tsk tsk, bow down to my senior brother."

Speaking of which, Cheng Puze looked at Murong Hang, "Can you make the seventh-level vicious beast kneel, Murong Hang?"

Murong Hang still kept a very graceful smile on his face, "Let the seventh-level beast kneel, I believe that no master in the whole country can do it."

As soon as Murong Hang said these words, the whole training hall was heatedly discussing.

"The reason why beasts are beasts is not because they are beasts."

"That's right, you can open your eyes and talk nonsense, and let the seventh-level beast kneel. Except for the demon king, no one among humans can make a beast kneel and surrender!"

"These people are too shameless."

"The one called Shen Jing, it is said that he has just stepped into the fourth rank, and what kind of rubbish dares to act in our first academy."

"Tsk tsk tsk, it really is a student of a lower academy, and they dare to brag in front of Murong Shao. Don't they know that Murong Shao has stepped into a seventh-grade Grandmaster? You are not afraid of being slapped in the face."

"It's so unpleasant to see them, I really want Murong Shao to slap these people in the face at the competition."

"And these few people, at first glance, they are all chickens. I think it's a waste to test this machine for them."

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Cheng Puze was soon on the test bench.

Shen Jing stood beside him, leaning on the training equipment, with a calm expression.

In the martial artist's combat effectiveness test, the result of the heavy blow test of one punch accounts for a large amount of weight.

Thinking of this, Shen Jing looked at Murong Hang and found that he was looking at Feng Yuling beside him.

Murong Hang punched 10,000 kilograms with one punch. He had just stepped into the seventh-grade Grandmaster, so that should be his primary strength.

Cheng Puze has just entered the peak of the fourth rank, and his boxing power should be around 6,000.

Sure enough, Cheng Puze punched the boxing apparatus.

The data lights up red, and finally the mechanical sound reports the number.

"Fist Strength: 6800 Jin."

Cheng Puze breathed a sigh of relief. After all, it was within the range of his prediction. 6800 was the result of his all-out blow, which had already exceeded the original peak.

When Cheng Puze stepped down, he took a special look at Ren Feiyu.

Ren Feiyu smiled, "Just barely pass, I hope the next few can pass."

As soon as these words came out, Cheng Puze was full of anger, and passed by Shen Jing with fists in his hands.

Shen Jing drank coldly in a low voice.

"Keep me clear-headed, if you get irritated by being provoked like this, then Sai doesn't have to get out of my way before you."

It's okay for Cheng Puze to be scolded by others, but he is very aggrieved when he is scolded by his senior brothers, especially his idol.

"But they really don't respect people."

Shen Jing hugged his chest, he watched Li Qing come to the stage, and said quietly: "The strong will never respect the weak, this is a world where the weak eat the strong, I thought you knew."

Cheng Puze was stunned for a moment, and there were countless sorrows in his heart.

There are countless strong men and countless ants in this world.

How could Cheng Puze understand the principle of the strong feeding the weak, but he stayed in the comfort zone for too long and almost forgot this principle.

"Senior Brother Shen, don't worry, my temper will never be like this, you are right." Cheng Puze rubbed his red eyes fiercely.

"Our academy is destined to lose in this competition. The talent and strength of the few of us are not strong enough. We are destined to drag you and Senior Sister Feng down. If Li Qingkuai and I meet someone from Murong Hang. , will try to drag them to death."

Trying to drag him to death is the idea of ​​​​injuring the enemy by a hundred.

Shen Jing raised her eyebrows: "So you guys already have plans?"

Cheng Puze chuckled: "Isn't this our self-awareness? For the bosses, sweep the obstacles first, and then, brothers and sisters, you can take it easy."

Li Qingkuai has already finished the test at this time, and his fist strength is 6200.

Next was Mengtong, she shrugged her shoulders on stage, then threw a punch on the boxing machine, squeaked, frowning.

"Fist strength is 5000, I'm a good cook."

After speaking, Meng Tong walked over with a normal expression.

Next is Feng Yuling.

Shen Jing narrowed her eyes, looked at Feng Yuling who was recovering well, and smiled.

"It seems that your senior sister Feng has advanced."

Mengtong didn't understand, she blinked, and asked ignorantly, "What? Has Senior Sister Feng advanced?"

Feng Yuling walked over, Ren Feiyu glanced at Murong Hang, Murong Hang raised his chin.

Ren Feiyu just stepped forward and said with a smile: "Miss Feng, since you want to test your boxing strength, do you want me to help you with the saber?"

Feng Yuling said coldly: "No need."

After finishing speaking, Feng Yuling looked at Shen Jing, she turned around neatly, her forehead fluttered, and she threw the sword out of her hand.

A projection line.

Mengtong quickly caught it and smiled, "Senior sister, don't worry, I will definitely help you look after the ancestral sword of your Feng family."

Ren Feiyu was boring and shrugged.

Feng Yuling stood in front of the instrument, her right leg collapsed slightly, her cold face was calm, she took a deep breath and adjusted her breath.

After that, Feng Yuling raised her head, her cold eyes flashed a trace of seriousness, and she quickly attacked with her fists in her hands.

"boom!"

The instrument starts to count.

"Fist Strength: 8500."

"8500!" Ren Feiyu opened his eyes wide and said in surprise, "This is on par with me."

Feng Yuling turned her wrist, got off the instrument, and said coldly, "Accept."

Shen Jing stood up, twisted her neck, and loosened her muscles.

"It's finally my time."

Murong Hang's originally smiling face also sank, staring at Shen Jing, frowning.

Shen Jing walked to the instrument, he looked at Ren Feiyu next to him, and smiled, "If I break such an expensive instrument, I don't have to pay for it, right?"

Ren Feiyu scratched his ears, as if he heard something very ridiculous.

"Boss, did you hear it? What Shen Jing said? It's broken? Even a psionic master, a hundred thousand punches can't break this machine."

Murong Hang also smiled and said, "Brother Shen, let's not say that no one can break this machine. Even if you do break it, our First Academy will never hold you accountable."

Shen Jing said as usual: "It's fine if you don't need to pay."

As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Jing took out a candy from his uniform pocket and tore it into his mouth under the surprised eyes of everyone.

Shen Jing's expression was cold.

The next moment, he clenched his fist and smashed the instrument hard.

A fist blows across.

With a loud bang, the data of the instrument did not move at all, the display above suddenly lit up, and the value from 0 continued to soar upwards.

Soon, the value on the display quickly lights up in red.

"boom!"

The glass of the display screen shattered and the entire instrument core blew up!

At this moment, everyone was quiet.

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PS: I found that there is a setting wrong, Feng Yuling has already broken through the fifth rank before.