Urban Immortal Cultivation Supreme

Then another burly man stepped forward.

"I'll give it a try!" the burly man declared.

He too walked beneath the large drum.

"My name is Ji Wucheng!" the brawny man announced.

"Good, begin!" Zheng Yue nodded.

"Ah!" Ji Wucheng grunted.

With his fists clenched, his body slightly inclined forward, he stepped onto the piece of blue stone beneath the drum.

"Boom..." Another loud noise erupted.

"Ji Wucheng, 1300 pounds," the reporter's voice rang out again.

"Tsk tsk..." Dao Ge looked at Ji Wucheng with disdain.

It was obvious that Ji Wucheng's fist strength had not surpassed his, eliciting a clicking of his tongue in contempt.

Being the object of Dao Ge's derision, Ji Wucheng promptly shot back a provocative glare.

Dao Ge, unafraid, returned the gaze in kind to Ji Wucheng.

"Zhu Bufan, you go first and let us see just how strong your punch is," Mo Jianwai addressed Zhu Bufan.

Bao Qiri and Guang Jinqian standing beside him looked convincingly at Zhu Bufan, wanting him to go ahead and test it out; after all, the speed just now had quite an impact on them, and they were indeed eager to know whether Zhu Bufan's fist strength was also formidable.

"Forget it, I'll go last! Don't want to steal your thunder, Mo Jianwai," Zhu Bufan replied.

"Pfft! Zhu Bufan, that's unsporting, you just want to show off last, don't you?" Mo Jianwai spoke with scorn.

"Then I'll go ahead!" Guang Jinqian, observing that Zhu Bufan had no intention of moving forward, promptly volunteered.

However, at this moment, a woman stepped up first.

"My name is Yan Wudie," the woman introduced herself.

"Good!" Zheng Yue responded with the same word and then immediately instructed her to begin.

Without hesitation, Yan Wudie clenched her dainty fist and struck the large drum with a punch.

"Yan Wudie, 1200 pounds."

"Damn, even a woman's strength can be so great," Mo Jianwai's eyelid twitched.

"Not bad, Little Yan," praised Zheng Yue, sending her an approving look.

"Thank you," said Yan Wudie.

Old Ghost nodded slightly in agreement.

"Damn, so Old Ghost is a lecher too!" Mo Jianwai suddenly murmured sotto voce.

"What's up?" Bao Qiri inquired.

"Didn't you see, Old Ghost nodding at that woman? He didn't nod for the two men who went up earlier," Mo Jianwai explained.

"Oh, maybe they know each other, you never know!" reasoned Bao Qiri.

"Bullshit about knowing each other!"

"When did these two make up?" Zhu Bufan mused internally.

At this time, Guang Jinqian had already approached the large drum.

"I am Guang Jinqian."

Then Guang Jinqian was seen clenching his fist, giving it a little shake, and hitting the drum very lightly.

After Guang Jinqian struck, the drum made no sound, leaving him confused.

Zheng Yue looked meaningfully at Guang Jinqian.

"Damn, what is this kid doing? Practicing Cotton Fist?"

"Hasn't eaten yet? Can't even make a sound."

"Why isn't he putting more force into it?" Mo Jianwai was puzzled.

"His punch is very powerful; he has already surpassed the previous participants," Zhu Bufan said calmly.

"Impossible." No sooner had Zhu Bufan finished speaking, Mo Jianwai objected.

"Guang Jinqian, 2000 pounds."

"What! Damn, you can't be serious!" Mo Jianwai's eyes widened in disbelief. Even Bao Qiri looked on in doubt, because Guang Jinqian's punch seemed as light as if he was hitting cotton, failing to even produce the sound of a drum.

This great drum harbored certain mysteries; only when the striking force reached 2000 pounds would it remain silent.

After his punch, Guang Jinqian was also confused. Why did the drum make no sound? He wondered if something was wrong with his punching power.

"Hmm, this kid isn't bad, really not bad. It appears to be a light punch, but it actually contains solid power. Good, good." Inside the instructors' room, a burly middle-aged man smiled as he spoke.

Next.

The remaining students walked up one by one to test their punching power while Zhu Bufan stood still. No matter what Mo Jianwai said, Zhu Bufan just wouldn't step forward.

Also remaining still was a woman – Shangguan Qingcheng.

Bao Qiri's strength was 1500 pounds, Mo Jianwai's was 1300 pounds, Ni Yan'er's was 1250 pounds. The lowest was 1000 pounds, which was achieved by a frail-looking girl, and the highest was 2200 pounds.

"Zhu Bufan, why haven't you gone up yet? Are you really waiting to be the last? Now it's just you and Shangguan Qingcheng left. As a man, can't you let that icy beauty go first?" Mo Jianwai said.

"Do you like her or something?" Zhu Bufan replied irritably.

Since the start, Mo Jianwai had been pestering Zhu Bufan to go. This left Zhu Bufan utterly speechless.

"..."

At that moment, Shangguan Qingcheng glanced at Zhu Bufan. Then, she walked up.

Shangguan Qingcheng approached the drum, her expression as cold and unchanged as ever.

"I am Shangguan Qingcheng."

Then, everyone saw Shangguan Qingcheng strike the drum with her palm.

Immediately, the drum shook, but not a sound was heard.

She wasn't using Fist Technique, but Palm Technique!

With Gale in her palm, her strike shook the drum – what tremendous Palm Power she must have!

Everyone began to guess how many pounds Shangguan Qingcheng's Palm Power had reached.

"Indeed, the progeny of the Shangguan Family! The Cloud Heaven Palm of the Shangguan Family, this little one must have reached a certain level of proficiency!" An instructor in the room commented.

At that moment, the reporter's voice rang out:

"Shangguan Qingcheng, 3000 pounds!"

"Psst..."

Everyone in the venue gasped in shock.

Nobody expected such a beautiful and icy girl to deliver a Palm Power of 3000 pounds.

If that palm were to strike someone's head, it would likely smash the skull to bits!

Now, the male students who had thoughts about Shangguan Qingcheng all shrank their necks. If one really ended up with this woman and argued with her, a single displeased palm strike could leave them dead or disabled.

For a woman to produce 3000 pounds was truly remarkable.

Behold!

"This little girl, her speed and power are quite good; I'll take her."

"Take what? I haven't even spoken yet."

"You two stop arguing. This little girl is mine, don't even think about it."

"Shove off, you old Medicine Ghost. Why do you always claim everyone? No wonder you can't find a wife, loving every single one you see and never settling. It's no surprise no woman will have you."

"Fuck off, are you looking for a beating, Yellow Ghost?"

"This girl, I'm definitely taking her. Don't fight me for her, or don't blame me when I turn hostile," a man in his forties said domineeringly.

...

The instructors' room was in an uproar, all vying for Shangguan Qingcheng!

And at this moment, after Shangguan Qingcheng had struck her palm, she walked straight towards Zhu Bufan.

"She's walking towards me, ah... ah!" Mo Jianwai shamelessly blurted out.

However!

"I hope you won't disappoint me." Shangguan Qingcheng approached Zhu Bufan and spoke in a cold voice.