That boy is a sports specialist at No. 1 Middle School in the city. He has won many martial arts awards and his martial arts value is the highest in the third grade of high school, and he has reached the second level of the Great Warrior.

It is said that people from the Beijing Wu League Association are optimistic about him and plan to invite him to join the association after he breaks through the 9th stage of the Great Warrior to reach Wuzong.

But at this moment, Chen Muxi pinched his wrist with one hand, and his body had no power to resist.

"Let him go—"

A boy wanted to come forward to save him, but Chen Muxi easily avoided him. With a backhand push, he took five or six steps back.

The boy covered the place where he was pushed and looked at her in disbelief.

Fuck! Why is this girl so strong?

The other boys were shocked by her hand, with different expressions and their eyes became alert.

When Chen Muxi was moving, the lower plate was very stable, and he looked like he had skill.

The boy from No. 1 Middle School, whose wrist was pinched, finally couldn't stand the pain and begged for mercy repeatedly: "Sister, sister, I was wrong, let go... my hand is about to break..."

Chen Muxi slowly let go of his hand, and the boy sat on the ground in an instant, and his pinched wrist floated up with purple, looking a little shocking.

"Red outfit."

Chen Muxi slowly walked to Zhao Xuesong, with no expression on his face, which made him feel scared.

"What... is red dress..." Zhao Xuesong wanted to pretend to be stupid and gave the boy behind Chen Muxi a look.

"Mu Xi be careful--" Qi Zexuan shouted.

The boy behind him suddenly reached out and pointed his hand at her shoulder—

I thought I was sure to win, but Chen Muxi turned around and grabbed the boy, quickly twisted his backhand to the ground, and at the same time took a step forward and grabbed Zhao Xuesong's arm by the sneak attack.

He felt his arm hurt, and his strength disappeared instantly. He pulled it hard, and the center of gravity under his feet was unstable. He was thrown heavily on the boy just now by Chen Muxi.

It hurts when you look at it. The two of them lie on the ground and moan in pain.

The boy surrounding him unconsciously took several steps back, and his face changed from vigilance to fear.

Is this tm still a delicate girl?

After being stunned for dozens of seconds, Qi Zexuan's classmate finally reacted, grinned and looked at Chen Muxi with brighter eyes.

Damn! The goddess is so awesome! This is definitely a big shot!

Please accept your younger brothers’ knees!

"Red outfit."

Chen Muxi walked to Zhao Xuesong again, squatted down, and looked at him calmly, scaring the two of them to the point of not caring about the pain, and they all shrank back, fearing that she would take action again.

Zhao Xuesong was even more disgraceful, and he didn't care about picking up the glasses he had fallen off, and his voice trembled: "Give her... give her the red costume--"

***

After Zhao Xuesong and his party left, the entire private room became quiet.

Qi Zexuan looked at Chen Muxi with a complicated look on his face, and he didn't say a word for a long time.

The three boys opposite him even stared at her with great admiration, and they almost knelt down and worshiped her.

Chen Muxi glanced at the takeaway on the table and asked, "Can you eat it?"

These words seemed to ignite the entire private room. The three boys quickly picked up the takeaway bag and said diligently: "Goddess, big man, please eat it--"

Qi Zexuan ordered a takeaway family bucket, which contained a lot of fried chicken legs and chicken wings. Chen Muxi's eyes lit up, and he reached out to pick up a chicken leg and chewed it.

"Big guy, don't choke, drink some Coke--"

"Goddess, there are hamburgers and fries, you can eat more..."

Chen Muxi chewed the chicken legs and nodded to them.

When the three boys saw her respond, they all smiled foolishly. How stupid it was to look at her, Qi Zexuan couldn't bear to look at her!

It's so embarrassing!

Is this still the elite of Experimental Class A?

Seeing that Chen Muxi was eating very well, Qi Zexuan reached out to get the chicken legs, but a boy patted the back of his hand heavily, "Mr. Xuan, this is the goddess's chicken legs! You eat hamburger-"

Another classmate even glared at Qi Zexuan and pushed the whole family's bucket in the direction of Chen Muxi with great care.

Qi Zexuan:...

I seem to have bought this tm!

After Chen Muxi happily ate a family bucket, he finally stopped and looked at the four boys around him in confusion, "Don't you eat it?"

Qi Zexuan's mouth twitched, and there was no one else in this reflex arc!

Squeeze out a smile, "Let's have burgers..."

Chen Muxi looked at the few burgers that were not open next to him, nodded, picked up the paper and wiped his fingers, and sat back to his original position to prepare to play the game.

At this time, a boy couldn't help asking her: "Goddess, how much is your force worth?"

Chen Muxi didn't understand, "What is the force value?"

The boy was stunned, "It's the personal martial arts level divided by the International Martial Arts Alliance Association! There are 8 levels in total from warriors to Martial Kings. Which level are you at now?"

Chen Muxi looked at him in confusion for a long time, then shook his head, "I don't know."

"Damn it! Big... Big... Big Boss, have you never tested the strength value?"

Chen Muxi shook her head again.

The three boys looked at Qi Zexuan together, their eyes full of complaints, and they just wanted to accuse him: Why don’t you take the goddess to test the force value?

Qi Zexuan touched his nose and felt very stressed!

"Mu Xi, why don't we go to my uncle's boxing gym to measure the force value?"

The three boys looked at each other with bright eyes.

Chen Muxi thought for a while and nodded.

The three boys screamed, happier than when they tested their own strength.

***

Several people moved from the Internet cafe to the boxing gym opened in Chen Lintan.

Qi Zexuan often comes here to find Chen Lintan, so the staff in the boxing gym know him.

"Young Master is here, room." The manager of the boxing gym was very familiar with Qi Zexuan and knew that he must be looking for Chen Lintan.

Qi Zexuan did not go immediately, but asked to go to the boxing gym test room, "Uncle Li, take us to the test room!"

"Young Master has broken through again?" The manager was startled, and his eyes were lit up.

In addition to playing games, Qi Zexuan also likes boxing, and his martial arts value is 8th samurai, which is not weak among his peers. If there is a breakthrough, maybe the people from the Beijing Martial Arts Alliance Association will like his qualifications!

Qi Zexuan pointed to Chen Muxi, "It's not me, test it for her. She is my cousin Chen Muxi."

Li Feng was stunned. He naturally had heard of Chen Muxi's name. His boss's little niece was always talking about, but he never had the chance to see him.

Now that she looks like her boss, she really looks very similar to her boss, both with her eyes as she is.

A smile immediately spread on his face and asked Chen Muxi to learn about the situation, "Miss Second, have you ever tested the force value before?"

Chen Muxi shook her head, "No!"

"Then do you have a judgment on your strength?"

Chen Muxi still doesn't know.

Li Feng was a little confused. Didn’t he practice martial arts in the mountains since he was a child? Why didn’t he know his martial arts value?

With suspicion, he took the group to the test house.

There are two criteria for judging individual force levels in the International Martial Arts Association: one is the strength of punching and the other is the speed of punching.

If the punching force reaches 600 and the punching speed reaches 0.3s, any condition is to enter the ranks of martial arts, and you must abide by the laws and regulations of martial artists in China. Because this is the judging standard for the lowest-level martial artists stipulated by the International Martial Arts Alliance Association.

But in fact, personal strength cannot be judged entirely by fist strength and fist speed. There must be corresponding assessments and comprehensive judgments to obtain the corresponding level of force.

Therefore, this evaluation standard is only for reference for folk martial artists. If you want to obtain the officially recognized strength level, you must go to the local martial arts association for corresponding assessment.

***

There is an instrument in the test room that tests the strength and speed of the punches. The tester needs to wear a specific boxing glove and hit the boxing bullseye with all his strength.

Then the system will automatically determine the tester's punching strength and speed and display it on the display screen next to it. This instrument is a civilian product produced by the International Martial Arts Association, and the test error does not exceed 0.01.

"Miss Second, put on this boxing glove and hit the bull's eye hard." Li Feng handed the boxing glove to Chen Muxi, and then turned on the instrument.

Specific fists are different from ordinary fists, with many very thin black lines connected to the instruments.

The entire gaunt was very long, almost wrapping Chen Muxi's wrists in it, and the fabric inside was tightly pressed against her skin.

Chen Muxi put on the boxing gloves and, after Li Feng shouted to start, hit the bull's eye easily.

The red light on the test instrument turned yellow, and three words in the analysis appeared on the screen.

All four boys held their breath and looked at the display without moving. In less than 15 seconds, the lights on the test instrument turned green and three lines of words were displayed on the display.
Chapter completed!