Numb Fan Yu

It was not uncommon for a twelve-year-old twenty-fourth level Soul Grand master to be a true monster. What is rare is that all other body statistics of a Soul Grand master are at the Soul Ancestor and soul king levels.

'Is this the data of a Soul Grand master?

What kind of thing we are seeing?'

"Is this a monster?" Qian Ran's mental power and attack power haven't been tested yet, but Fan Yuren was already numb at this time. He has never seen such a monster genius since he was a child.

This data made him begin to wonder if the testing equipment was broken. But it was obvious that even if their Shrek Academy equipment was imported, it would not be so easy to cause problems.

"What a monster!" Zhou Yi looked at Qianran with a completely different look at this time. It was already abnormal for Qianran to be able to create his own soul skills before, but those were all abstract talents. Obviously something that can be expressed numerically is more convincing.

This pile of data is enough to illustrate how exaggerated Qian Ran's talent is.

Zhou Yi suspected that if this kid had just practiced a little longer, he might be stronger than her before he even graduated from her.

Fan Yu took out his notebook and recorded the instrument test data, and then repeated the test several times, but the data were the same.

Later, Fan Yu did not regard Qian Ran as an ordinary person, and took Qian Ran to a place where he was preparing to test his combat effectiveness and mental strength.

"Punch with all your strength and see."

Boom!

Qianran had no reservations, and he was also curious about how strong his fighting power was.

"Thirty-level one!"

Zhou Yi and Fan Yu both looked at Qian Ran as if he was monsters.

Normally speaking, if the soul king of the power attack system does not release his martial soul, the attack power of a punch is only equivalent to the soul master level. The soul king of the non-power attack system will be even weaker if he does not use his martial soul.

Does this mean that Qian Ran doesn't need to use the martial spirit to challenge the soul master who releases the martial spirit? Of course, this is not accurate. After all, soul skills still have a great impact on a battle, especially those powerful soul skills.

"Unleash your martial spirit and employ your most formidable single-target attack spirit skill," Fan Yu instructed, his senses already dulled by the unearthly data that defied conventional understanding.

Qianran nodded in response, allowing his martial spirit to materialize. The ethereal image of the golden Seraphim manifested behind him, casting a radiant golden hue across the room. Qian Renxue, aiding him from the Holy Sword Space, discreetly concealed the remaining 100,000-year soul ring within a standard color, its potent influence undiminished.

The amalgamation of Seraphim's martial soul and the potency of a hundred-thousand-year soul ring left everyone in suspense. Even Qian Ran, the prodigious talent in question, couldn't fathom the true extent of his newfound combat prowess.

Within the Holy Sword Space, Qian Renxue marveled at the ingenious method employed to gauge combat effectiveness after millennia of absence. Though acknowledging that such data only hinted at the upper limits of a soul master's offensive and defensive capabilities, it provided a tangible glimpse into the potential power residing within.

"Angel Assault!" Qian Ran declared, initiating a melee soul skill that concentrated the sacred energy of the Seraphim onto his fist, creating a golden light shield that blended offense with defense. His fist collided with the testing instrument in a resounding boom.

The instrument emitted a protesting whine, yet the data on the display soared relentlessly, finally coming to a halt at fifty-two levels.

Fan Yu and Zhou Yi could hardly believe their eyes. "Is this truly the prowess of a level 24 Soul Grand Master?" Fan Yu questioned, a sense of incredulity lingering. The experience felt more akin to conducting tests for an inner academy student, surpassing the capabilities of many fifth-level soul engineers in their soul guidance department. Qian Ran's exceptional statistics had shattered preconceptions and rewritten the expectations for a soul grand master.

Fan Yu, his expression stoic, withdrew a worn notebook and meticulously jotted down the instrument test data. Repeating the process, his efforts yielded identical results each time. As an eighth-level soul engineer accustomed to navigating realms beyond mere data, doubt crept into his mind, questioning the authenticity of these readings.

The once-shocking eccentricities of Qianran had numbed Fan Yu. No longer content with relying solely on instruments, he pondered, considering a personal intervention to confirm the veracity of Qianran's extraordinary mental power.

Abandoning the precision of instruments, Fan Yu resolved to gauge Qianran's mental prowess himself. A simple, yet direct, method unfolded: subjecting Qianran to pure mental attacks, seeking to fathom the depth of his resilience.

Amid contemplation, Fan Yu speculated, attributing Qianran's abilities to a childhood diet of celestial treasures. However, even this explanation failed to convince Fan Yu, who vividly recalled his own unremarkable martial soul talent upon entering Shrek Academy.

Shrek Academy, divided into Martial Soul and Soul Guidance departments, now faced the potential inclusion of a prodigious talent. Fan Yu's musings extended to the disparity in strength between the departments, foreboding disappointment for Soul Guidance Academy.

Zhou Yi, Fan Yu's wife, observed with a mix of amusement and pride. The arrival of such a genius in her class thrilled her, anticipating the impending triumph over rivals like Mu Jin.

Undeterred, Fan Yu, with a hint of uncertainty, proposed a personal mental power test to Qianran. The latter, exuding confidence, welcomed the challenge. Even Titled Douluo had failed to exert significant pressure on him during mental tests.

With a nod of agreement, Fan Yu initiated the mental power test, wielding the formidable prowess of a Soul Ancestor. As an eighth-level soul mentor, his mental strength was a force to be reckoned with.

Qian Ran's response was nonchalant, a smile playing on his lips. "Teacher Fan Yu, please don't underestimate me. My mental strength is far from feeble."

A puzzled expression flickered across Fan Yu's face, but undeterred, he continued to escalate the mental pressure on Qian Ran.

Soul King, Soul Emperor, and ascending further to Soul Saint levels, Fan Yu persisted. Even Zhou Yi, a Soul Emperor herself, experienced a subtle discomfort. Qian Ran, however, stood unaffected, a picture of serenity.

Numbness settled upon Fan Yu and Zhou Yi, confronted by the extraordinary resilience of Qian Ran. The shocking data from previous tests now paled in comparison to the truly abnormal nature of Qianran's mental power.

Finally, Fan Yu halted, realizing the potential harm of pushing further. "You win. You're a marvel! Your spiritual power has ascended to at least the level of a Soul Saint, perhaps even..." Fan Yu's gaze upon Qian Ran held a mixture of awe and disbelief.

The thought crossed his mind – could this person standing before him be more than human? A transformative being, akin to a 100,000-year-old soul beast?

Previous suspicions of exaggerated statistics now seemed unfounded; Qianran's mental power had left Fan Yu in awe and, perhaps, a hint of envy.