Andrew Warren let his arms hang down, tested the weight of the stone lock, and began to ‘perform.’

“Hmm—” Lowering his stance, he gripped the stone lock tightly, his face flushed red, and little by little lifted the stone lock.

Seeing the stone lock trembling unsteadily, the proctor constable grew worried for him: “Can you do it?

If not, just put it down. Be careful not to strain your back.”

Andrew Warren shook his head with effort, still ‘gritting his teeth and persevering.’

After a while, at the proctor constable’s command, he immediately dropped the stone lock and let out a long breath.

“How is it?

Can you still lift the five-hundred-jin stone lock?”

The proctor constable looked at Andrew Warren with suspicion. Seeing this candidate constable about to collapse, he reached out to steady him. “Alright, go down and rest for a bit.

If you use up all your strength now, how will you take part in the second test later?”

“Th-thank you, uncle.”

Andrew Warren, panting heavily, still remembered to thank the proctor constable.

The proctor constable’s impression of him improved, and he simply helped him to the edge of the field, told him to rest well, and then returned to the center.

Andrew Warren had just sat down at the edge, intending to observe the remaining tests.

Eric Clark had already brought Emily Thompson and the others over.

“You’ve all achieved Ming Jin, so how come you’re so weak at lifting a stone lock of just over four hundred jin?”

Walking up to Andrew Warren, Eric Clark frowned and asked directly.

He didn’t think Andrew Warren was holding back on purpose just now.

Who hides their strength to the point of almost exhausting themselves?

A martial artist who has just reached Ming Jin, after training in boxing, gradually coordinates all their muscles, and their strength begins to rise rapidly.

Five hundred jin is just the starting point of this stage.

Eric Clark felt that, no matter how lacking Andrew Warren was, by now he should at least be able to coordinate his muscles and have five hundred jin of strength.

He didn’t expect that just lifting a stone lock of a little over four hundred jin would be so difficult for him.

If this happened, it could only mean that Andrew Warren had problems with his boxing practice.

“These past few days, I felt I’d reached Ming Jin, so I got a bit lazy.

I haven’t kept up with my boxing practice…” Andrew Warren had already thought of how to answer Eric Clark’s question, and scratched his head awkwardly.

“Hmph!

You have this talent, but don’t know to work hard at your boxing. What a waste of your gift!

If you don’t put in the effort, be careful Heaven takes your talent away!”

Eric Clark glared fiercely at Andrew Warren, scolding him repeatedly.

He and the fathers of these young men like Andrew Warren were all colleagues, and treated them as nephews.

So he didn’t hold back when lecturing them.

But it was all out of good intentions.

At the side, Emily Thompson seemed unable to bear seeing his childhood friend scolded, and said softly, “Second Grandpa Cui, Andrew Warren has learned his lesson this time, he’ll definitely remember it.

He managed to reach Ming Jin so quickly, he must have worked very hard too…” “He worked hard?”

If Emily Thompson hadn’t said that, it would have been fine, but as soon as he did, Second Grandpa Cui’s beard bristled and his eyes bulged in anger.

“This old man nags you every day, telling you to work harder—am I not working hard?

You ungrateful little brats!”

Eric Clark glared fiercely at Andrew Warren again.

Andrew Warren smiled apologetically, but in his heart he’d already cursed Emily Thompson’s ancestors for eighteen generations.

How had he never noticed before that this childhood friend was so good at stirring up trouble?

Why was this guy’s personality like a venomous snake?

However, Eric Clark didn’t continue to scold Andrew Warren.

Not because of what Emily Thompson said, but because someone in the testing field had caught his attention.

The other candidate constables around were already exclaiming in amazement.

“Who is that guy?”

“He’s lifting a five-hundred-jin stone lock in each hand—doesn’t that mean his combined strength is at least a thousand jin?”

“He must have reached Ming Jin already, right?”

“I think he’s from Dachang County?

I heard he has a family boxing style!”

Chapter 8: The Angry Mountain Wolf

The test reached its end.

Only one person remained in the field, standing before a five-hundred-jin stone lock.

Everyone’s eyes were fixed on him.

He was tall and sturdy, with a square face, thick brows, and a high nose bridge—he looked every bit the fierce warrior.

His large eyes stared at the man who had just lifted the five-hundred-jin stone lock and left the field with ease, his expression calm.

After a moment, he bent down, grabbed the bar of the five-hundred-jin stone lock with one arm, the muscles on his arm bulging like dragons and snakes.

Without seeming to exert much effort, he gave a slight lift, and the entire stone lock was raised with ease!

But that wasn’t all—still holding the stone lock with one arm, he turned and sidestepped to another five-hundred-jin stone lock.

With his other hand, he grabbed the bar, grunted, blood rushing to his face, and with a burst of strength, lifted another five-hundred-jin stone lock!

Such tremendous strength caused a stir throughout the field.

The crowd erupted in discussion.

Everyone praised his unparalleled might.

Some had already started inquiring about his background.

Amid the crowd’s praise and chatter, he remained calm, and only when the proctor constable announced he had taken first place did a slight smile appear on his tense face as he strode off the field.

Andrew Warren withdrew his gaze, lowering his eyes in thought.

Strength in both arms, reaching a thousand jin.

He could do it too.

But it would never look as effortless as that man.

If he tried to lift a thousand-jin stone lock, he’d probably be completely spent.