Beat him? Do you even know who he is?

Thud!

As Chen Jie shifted his attention back to the ring, a dull, heavy impact echoed through the hall.

On the canvas, the young challenger who had signed up for the assessment was knocked flat on his back by a devastating right hook from a senior trainee.

The bald coach in his thirties acting as the interim referee roared:

"One minute and forty-five seconds, assessment failed!"

He was tall, powerfully built, completely bald, and wore an expression of absolute coldness.

He wore the same T-shirt as the heavy-set man, emblazoned with the characters for "Elite Martial Arts Club."

Judging by his height and weight, this bald coach must have been a heavyweight fighter before his retirement.

His body radiated an explosive, intimidating power, and the muscles in his arms were exceptionally well-developed.

Next,

the bald coach turned to address all the other participants awaiting their assessment:

"Our Elite Martial Arts Club does not accept the weak!"

"Those who have never trained, those with insufficient fundamentals, it is still not too late to quit!"

"Do not think that because you have won a few street fights, you are hot stuff, and dare to step into the ring to challenge our professional fighters!"

"Remember, we recruit elites, masters, powerhouses who can step into the ring and fight after just a little bit of training!"

"If you only want a casual workout or to keep fit, please go to the other martial arts clubs next door, or to the fitness department of our Elite Martial Arts Club, instead of coming here!"

The moment his voice fell,

the other young men waiting for the assessment began to murmur, and the atmosphere grew lively.

"Who is that 'senior trainee' in charge of the assessment? The guy isn't very tall, but his attack speed is insane!"

"I just don't get it, how can someone with such a small frame have such terrifying explosive power? That punch had to be at least five hundred pounds!"

"I want to quit. The way things look, there's no way I can last three minutes under his fists."

"What are you scared of? I weigh 90kg, I'm practically a cruiserweight. He's barely a featherweight, I outweight him by nearly thirty kilograms, I refuse to believe I can't beat him."

"Are you kidding me? Beat him? Do you even know who he is?"

"Who is he? No matter how strong he is, he's just a featherweight. Our weight advantage crushes him. Three minutes? Not only am I going to survive, I'm going to knock him flat on his back!"

"Luo Qiang! The featherweight top dog of the Hengyang branch of the Elite Martial Arts Club! Knocking him flat in three minutes, you sure are full of confidence!"

"What the hell?! The top dog?! Why would they send him to test us?"

"He's just the featherweight top dog, not middleweight or heavyweight, what is there to be afraid of?"

"He didn't even use kicks, just his fists. If you're not scared, you take the next round!"

"——"

According to international weight class regulations, mixed martial arts featherweight spans 135 to 145 pounds, which translates to a body weight within 61Kg to 65Kg.

Physically speaking, the vast majority of the participants present were considerably stronger than the "senior trainee" in the ring.

However,

when everyone heard that this "senior trainee" in the ring was none other than Luo Qiang, the featherweight top dog of the Elite Martial Arts Club, all their confidence completely deflated.

There was no way to win!

Unless the opponent threw the match, the chances of passing the assessment were practically zero.

Chen Jie stood beneath the ring, feeling a slight sense of surprise.

Is this guy really that strong?

From the assessment match that just concluded, Chen Jie felt that this "Luo Qiang's" explosive power wasn't all that impressive!

To be honest,

Chen Jie felt that a single heavy punch from himself would undoubtedly possess more raw power and speed than his opponent's.

Even so, Luo Qiang's offensive and defensive capabilities were undeniably formidable!

He constantly controlled the tempo of the ring, perfectly managing the distance of engagement between them.

In truth,

when it came to height and weight, Chen Jie had never dared to underestimate anyone.

Take "Ghost Foot Seven," for instance; he was only 165cm tall and weighed around 65kg.

Yet,

Chen Jie felt that if he stood before Liu Qi, five of him would be utterly decimated in seconds.

Although Luo Qiang was only a featherweight, his combat experience and reaction speed were among the absolute finest in the entire Elite Martial Arts Club.

Suddenly, Chen Jie felt a surge of eagerness, his blood burning hot!

He stood 178cm tall and weighed 75kg;

in terms of global mixed martial arts weight classes, he belonged to the welterweight division of 155 to 170 pounds, putting him two weight classes above Luo Qiang in the ring.

"Next! Whose turn is it? Hurry up, I'm in a rush!"

Luo Qiang stood in the ring, asking indifferently.

His gaze was sharp, his skin a deep bronze. Though not tall, once his muscles pumped with blood and expanded, they looked explosive!

This kind of "explosiveness" was entirely different from the physique of a bodybuilding athlete.

The imposing aura emanating from a professional fighter exerted a tremendously heavy psychological pressure.

Overwhelming dominance!

One could sense from his eyes that this featherweight "top dog" of the Elite Martial Arts Club held utter contempt for every single person taking the assessment.

Hearing Luo Qiang's voice, everyone around lowered their heads and pretended not to hear.

The venue fell dead silent!

That's right, the once boisterous assessment matches had ground to an abrupt halt with the end of the previous round.

Chen Jie glanced around and set his backpack down.

"I'll go!"

He was busy; he still had to go house-hunting in the afternoon and didn't want to waste time.

With that,

Chen Jie laid his clothes aside and stepped onto the scale beneath the ring to check his weight.

75kg!

A very standard weight!

Next, after confirming his weight and personal information with the bald coach acting as the referee,

he parted the ropes and casually stepped into the ring.

Swish——!

In an instant, everyone's gaze converged squarely upon Chen Jie.

Following that,

many let out involuntary sighs of admiration.

There was no help for it; confident people command attention wherever they go.

While Chen Jie's physique wasn't monstrously bulging, his proportions were exceptionally symmetrical, and his features were striking.

Moreover, his skin possessed a smooth, refined texture that delivered a wonderfully pleasing visual impact.

"Damn, who the hell is this guy? He's actually kind of handsome!"

"Crap! This isn't a celebrity talent show, what good is a pretty face?"

"I'm talking about his build and aura, he's got that celebrity vibe, very easy on the eyes!"

"With this kid's figure and looks, he could easily make top-tier money at the night clubs along the coast! Haha——!"

"I'm just wondering why his skin is as smooth as a girl's. It doesn't make sense!"

"Look at his restrained muscle tone, he must have trained. Wonder how good his actual skills are?"

"——"

Amidst the surrounding murmurs of amazement,

several Elite Martial Arts Club trainees resting nearby crowded around to watch the spectacle.

Putting aside whether Chen Jie could pass the assessment or not, his appearance alone was enough to draw everyone's attention.

Standing near the ring, club owner Wang Chu雄 frowned slightly as he watched Chen Jie step onto the canvas.

Although Chen Jie possessed a fine physique, his knuckles bore no calluses and his skin was fair—he didn't look like someone who had spent years practicing martial arts.

Inside the ring,

the bald coach acting as the interim referee told Luo Qiang to get ready.

Luo Qiang nodded and returned to his corner.

"Brother Qiang, this kid looks pretty confident. Could he be some rich young master playing at life?"

"Three minutes a round, should we hold back a bit?"

A trainee closely associated with Luo Qiang leaned in and whispered in his ear.

Luo Qiang replied indifferently: "Whether he's rich or not, what's that to do with me?"

"Hmph! Hold back—fancy you even thinking of that with the owner watching right beside us!"

Having said that,

he bit down on his mouthguard, twisted his neck, and walked toward the center of the ring.

Chen Jie remained silent as he put on the club's boxing gloves, foot guards, and mouthguard, and changed into his athletic trunks.