Douluo: Unbeatable from Capturing a Goddess

Luo Yu sighed as he looked at the 'young man' with clear brows and handsome eyes.

"Alright then."

"To tell you the truth, this kind of test really isn't anything for me to be nervous about."

"As for whether I get admitted to the Martial School?"

"That should depend on my mood, not the mood of their headmaster."

The young man's mouth fell open slightly, his face full of shock as he stared at Luo Yu.

It took him a long time to recover.

Luo Yu thought he was digesting what he had said, but then the young man exclaimed in awe:

"Bro, how do you manage to boast with such a straight face? Even my tone-deaf master can't pull that off."

"That's incredible."

The young man gave a thumbs-up, feeling that Luo Yu's boasting skill had reached the pinnacle; he was so convincing he didn't even blink an eye while doing it.

Luo Yu was speechless.

He was clearly trying to phrase things as modestly as possible, yet nobody seemed to believe it.

At that moment, the girl in front of Luo Yu, struggling to hold back her laughter and shrugging her shoulders, turned her head and said:

"Friend, are you trying to say you've given up and that's why you're so relaxed?"

Luo Yu opened his mouth and pointed to himself.

"Me, give up?"

"Yeah," the girl said with a smile: "I'm just like you; not a bit nervous because I definitely won't be in the top one hundred. No need to fight on the stage, I'm just here for the experience, so of course, there's nothing to be nervous about."

"As for those other students who take the martial arts examination more seriously, even the shockingly talented ones must be feeling nowhere near as relaxed as us right now."

Luo Yu shook his head, earnestly pushing his hands forward:

"No, don't say that!"

"You might be martial trash, but I'm a Martial God, the man destined to be the top scholar. We're not the same!"

"Pfft!"

Luo Yu spoke seriously, but it was clear he was joking, and he managed to amuse several candidates within earshot.

The girl in front couldn't help but snicker, her white little canine teeth showing as she laughed:

"You're quite interesting, you know."

A boy further in front turned around, "Dude, you're hilarious. I was a bit nervous, but you've made me relax."

"You have a really good attitude. Either you're truly skilled, or you have very little skill and just came here to mess around," said the young man behind Luo Yu.

Luo Yu nodded.

"Please delete the second half of your sentence; I am simply invincible and confident."

"Alright, stop boasting. Our test is coming up, and soon it will be clear who has skills and who doesn't," the girl in front said with a smile.

She didn't find Luo Yu's way of talking annoying. Instead, she found his exaggerated way of boasting to be fun.

Luo Yu didn't want to talk anymore.

These days, no one believes the truth anymore. He had been as honest as he could be, right?

Should he take off his hat, remove his sunglasses, stand up straight, and shout in the middle of the crowd, "I'm Luo Yu, I'm the Da Xia Godson, and I'm freaking awesome"?

A God's Child without style is not a God's Child but more like a skilled clown, a ridiculous clown.

So, he chose silence.

Silence makes a person seem cooler, more stylish.

Luo Yu's sudden quietness made many people around him think that he was just making a joke to lighten the mood.

They all began to adjust their breathing, striving to get their bodies into the best condition, preparing to achieve good results in the upcoming three testing stages.

Because those who rank after the hundredth don't even get the chance to fight on the stage.

All the candidates here were seventeen or eighteen years old. Who among them didn't want to make a name for themselves and shine in front of over a hundred thousand spectators and countless cameras?

But obviously, Luo Yu was an exception; he was quite relaxed, to the point of feeling drowsy.

The waiting in line was a bit too long.

The queue continuously moved forward along the candidate's passage, with the sounds of a noisy crowd drifting in from outside.

The noise grew louder.

Eventually, Luo Yu saw the sunlight as he stepped out of the candidate's passage.

The blue sky, the gentle sunshine, and the bustling chatter made his eardrums tremble slightly.

Everywhere there were official examiners busy at work.

He saw what could truly be described as a sea of people; looking in any direction, it was all people, dense and shadowy.

Just thirty-something people ahead at the front of the queue, and beyond them lay the power testing area with a titanium alloy square machine firmly anchored to the ground, fully welded shut, probably the punch power tester.

"Boom!"

A burly fat man was throwing punches at the punch power tester.

After the sound, a robotic voice from the device announced:

"Candidate Li Hong, your punching power is 1,300 kilocalories."

"You are currently ranked number 937."

The fat man looked a bit downcast. It wasn't that he hadn't performed well; on the contrary, this was his personal best. Yet he only ranked in the nine hundreds. He looked back; there were still so many candidates who hadn't tested yet.

Moreover, there wasn't just one testing area for strength; there were nine in total. Considering the rest of the people, he might not even reach twelve hundred.

The feeling of defeat was too intense.

Keep in mind, he was one of the top ten talents at Hezhan Martial Arts High School.

But he didn't have long to dwell on his disappointment. The staff were already urging him to head to the next testing area as instructed.

As he completed his test, the large screen hanging high in the stadium changed.