After lunch, Chen Ling left with satisfaction. Ji Yanran and Qu Lili still had classes in the afternoon, so Han Sen could only kill time by himself.
Now that his injuries were almost completely healed, Han Sen felt a little dizzy from attending theory classes all day long. He did not attend classes in the afternoon and prepared to go to the testing hall to test his physical fitness.
He hadn't tested his physical fitness for a long time, and he didn't know what level he had reached.
However, after arriving at the testing hall, Han Sen still chose to pay for the private testing hall so that others wouldn't see his test results.
In fact, Han Sen didn't plan to test everything. He only wanted to test a few of the more important stats, such as strength, speed, reaction, and so on.
Bang bang bang bang!
The Berserk Force hit the tester, and the tester displayed a number of 15.4656.
On the speedometer, Han Sen sprinted with both feet. Soon, a figure of 15.76665 was displayed.
Han Sen did several important tests, and none of them scored less than 15 points, which surprised even Han Sen himself.
According to the statistics of the Alliance, an average person with all four geno points maxed out could only reach 15. Occasionally, there would be one or two outstanding stats that could reach 16 or 17. This was the average for most people.
But now, Han Sen's sacred geno points and mutant geno points were all 15, which was a bit scary.
If this continued, even Han Sen was not sure how crazy his stats would be when he maxed out on all four types of geno points.
Han Sen guessed that it was because he had practiced Jadeskin. Practicing hyper geno arts could improve one's fitness, but he had never heard of such an exaggerated effect. Generally speaking, people who practiced advanced hyper geno arts could reach seventeen or eighteen when they maxed out on all their geno points. Occasionally, one or two of them could reach twenty.
However, Han Sen estimated that when he maxed out on all his geno points, it was very likely that his stats could reach twenty, which was absolutely terrifying. At least, Han Sen had never heard of anyone who had achieved such a result.
Coming out of the testing hall, Han Sen met a person. Seeing Han Sen, the person also stopped. It seemed that he had recognized Han Sen.
However, Han Sen did not recognize him, so he did not stop and was about to walk past him.
"Are you in the black and white boxing competition?" the person suddenly asked.
Han Sen stopped and looked around, and found no one else. It seemed that the person was talking to him.
"Yes, and you are?"
Han Sen looked at him from head to toe. He should be in his twenties. He was tall and slender, and his face was chiseled. He looked like an unsheathed knife, and his aura was intimidating.
"Ouyang Xiaosan," the man replied emotionlessly.
"So it is you. Hope we have a pleasant cooperation."
Ouyang was a celebrity in the martial arts department, and Han Sen had naturally heard of him. He was the absolute main force in all kinds of martial arts competitions. Han Sen thought that he was his teammate, so he took the initiative to greet him.
Ouyang did not mean to shake hands with him, and said coldly, "I did not participate in that competition."
"Why?"
Han Sen looked at Ouyang in surprise. As the main player of the school, how could he not participate?
"You know you can't win, so there is no need to waste time on such a boring competition."
Ouyang looked up and down at Han Sen, "I have seen the match between you and Yu Mingzhi. You have a good foundation and talent. Are you interested in joining the Martial Arts Society? With my training, you can become an excellent martial artist. If we work together, we may have a chance to win the championship of the Military Academy League."
Han Sen looked at Ouyang and smiled, "I see. Because you didn't participate in the game, the school team was short of one person. That's why they asked me to be their substitute."
"Do you want to transfer to the Martial Arts Society?" Ouyang continued to ask without any expression.
"Well, let's make a bet. If you can beat me, I will agree to join the Martial Arts Society. If you lose, let's go to the black and white boxing competition together." Han Sen smiled.
"I never bet on luck," Ouyang said calmly.
"Black and white boxing competition, best of nine," Han Sen said.
"Okay." Ouyang agreed without any hesitation.
"It is just black and white boxing anyway. Let's pick a separate test room here."
Han Sen said and walked to the test room he had just walked out of. He swiped his card and opened the door. Then he turned to Ouyang and said, "I will pay for the room. Whoever loses will pay."
Ouyang Xiaosan followed him in without saying a word and then closed the door.
The two of them stood in the test hall, facing each other with a distance between them.
"Let's toss a coin to decide who will attack first. Which side do you choose?" Han Sen took out a coin and put it in his palm.
"Flower," Ouyang said lightly.
Han Sen threw the coin into the air and caught it with his hand. It was indeed the side of the coin with a flower.
"You first." Before Han Sen said two words, Ouyang threw a punch.
Ouyang's fist was like a dragon. It was fast and fierce, with a fierce momentum of no return.
However, Han Sen did not dodge or even raise his hand to block. Ouyang's fist was about to hit his face.
But when Xiaosan's fist was less than an inch away from his nose, Xiaosan's fist stopped. The change between movement and stillness was so strong that it almost made people want to vomit blood.
"Quiet as a virgin, fast as a rabbit. Good punch." Han Sen smiled.
"You lose. You attack."
Ouyang Xiaosan's eyes flashed with a strange light. His punch was so powerful, but Han Sen was not affected at all. He did not even block it, which meant that he was extremely confident that his punch was a white fist.
"Do you know what my ID is?" Han Sen did not punch directly, but looked at Ouyang with a smile.
"It has nothing to do with me," Ouyang said coldly.
"No, it has something to do with you. My ID is Black Fist Emperor, so this punch must be a black fist. You have to be careful. Don't copy me. At least block it with your hand. Otherwise, it will be bad if you get hurt too badly," Han Sen said seriously.
"Cut the crap. Attack."
Ouyang Xiaosan had been through so many competitions that he was not affected by Han Sen's words at all. His belief was not shaken at all.
Han Sen did not say anything and threw a punch at Ouyang. It was also fast and fierce.