Chapter 238: The Test

Li Mochen first had blood drawn and a urine test. The latter was easy—he just went to the restroom—but the former, due to the comprehensive nature of the testing, required four vials of blood.

Then came the physical test, which Li Mochen was quite familiar with. It was mostly the same as what he had experienced at Nathan Sports Lab: lung capacity, height and weight, blood tests, bone age, electrocardiogram, chest X-ray, ultrasound, alanine aminotransferase, infrared detection, MRI, magic cell detector, magic resonance sensor, telekinesis perception test, and so on.

The expressions of the 'Exxon Magic Lab' staff shifted from initial ease and curiosity to solemnity.

"Mr. Exxon, can you tell us? How were his previous test results?"

In the observation room, a middle-aged man wearing an Atlanta Sports Illustrated reporter badge was the first to ask: "Sorry, this might interrupt your work, but it's your expressions—they look like the situation is unusual?"

"It's fine. Even if you hadn't asked, I was planning to explain the situation to the gentlemen of the investigation team. You're welcome to listen in."

The director of the Exxon Magic Lab, Hillary Exxon, was a rather handsome young man who appeared to be under thirty.

"This lucky Mr. Andre is very strong—beyond common sense. Although his magic level is only seven, many of his physical parameters can already rival some weaker Outlaws. Especially his magic source intensity and magic source volume, both at level ten. And his telekinesis perception range reaches up to twenty-seven meters—an extremely exaggerated figure. A normal level eleven Outlaw only has a perception range of thirty meters."

"Wow!"

Since they were all from professional sports media, their understanding of magic professionals was close to expert level. The several reporters present couldn't help but exchange glances, surprise in their eyes.

They knew how terrifying this data was.

"Then is it possible that he has been modulated or modified through drugs or other secret techniques?"

"Sorry, we haven't conducted long-term monitoring of his physical data."

Hillary Exxon spread his hands: "But it's unlikely. His control over his body and his manipulation of his own magic source are both perfect. No—beyond perfect, approaching the level of high-level professionals. Moreover, we haven't found any unnatural growth traces inside his body. The only thing worth mentioning is that his improvement in physique and magic source should have occurred recently, starting about three months ago, and then explosively growing to its current state. However, we can also infer from the data that his foundation in both physique and magic source is very solid and deep. How to put it? It's very much in line with the training path of a child from a wealthy family. Due to bone growth, most training prodigies from wealthy families deliberately suppress their magic levels before the age of sixteen, focusing on polishing their foundation. Then, after the bones are initially set, they leap to the next level—"

"No need for special explanations, Exxon."

An old man in a black suit shook his head: "I know his surname is Wiltonshire! He is a descendant of Conshuri Wiltonshire. Although the media says his parents are dead, who knows what his situation is now? I doubt the Wiltonshire family would let such a magic prodigy slip away."

Hillary Exxon shrugged and didn't explain further. He disagreed with the old man's view, but what did it have to do with him? The 'Exxon Magic Lab' was only responsible for producing a convincing set of test results.

"Next is a comprehensive test of strength and sword speed. We're using a new piece of equipment. Its advantage is that it can calculate the user's upper strength limit based on a formula we set. So with this instrument, it's hard for anyone to hide their true strength. However, this device is currently only effective for magic professionals below level eleven."

"I've been waiting for this test for a long time!" One of the reporters chuckled: "There's always been a mystery about his strength and sword speed. Major media have been arguing fiercely over it. Many believe his strength is around twenty tons, and his maximum sword speed is between 250 and 450 kilometers per hour. But his fight with Kadio Rhode just now did lock in a lower limit for sword speed: 320 kilometers per hour."

"I've been looking forward to it too."

Another member of the investigation team spoke: "Given Andre's superb combat skills, as long as his strength exceeds twenty tons and his sword speed reaches 450 kilometers per hour, I would say Kadio Rhode's chances of defeating him are extremely slim, with a over fifty percent probability of losing in one blow."

At this moment, Li Mochen, standing in front of the dynamometer, was unaware of the discussion in the observation room. He took a training sword handed to him by a lab assistant and casually swung it.

"Do I really have to use a warrior skill?"

Li Mochen was deeply skeptical: "I saw your upper limit marked—only 180 tons, right?"

After all, when his own strength and source power were combined, even an ordinary sword swing already exceeded fifty tons, and possibly by a significant margin.

And the sword in his hand, weighing ten kilograms, could generate nearly 200,000 joules of kinetic energy when swung at subsonic speeds.

On top of that, the 'Exxon Magic Lab' staff wanted him to use 'Mortal Strike,' a fairly powerful warrior skill, to infuse source power into his arm and the sword blade in a special way, which could amplify his strength several times over.

The key point was that Li Mochen's Titan Strike talent, as a Titan Stalwart, would automatically infuse the power of the Titan bloodline into his source power when he used a warrior skill.

And Titan Blood—this was a power he had yet to fully master.

The several white-coated staff standing nearby couldn't help but laugh: "Mr. Wiltonshire, that's just the measurement limit. The machine's load-bearing limit can reach 450 tons."

"450 tons? That's fine for load-bearing, but I'm using a sword. Forget it—"

Li Mochen thought for a moment, then shook his head slightly: "Since you insist, I won't hold back."

He had originally planned to use only seventy percent of his strength, but now he felt he should reduce it by another ten percent. He was really worried about breaking the dynamometer.

The next instant, a layer of blood-colored aura gathered at the tip of Li Mochen's sword. A strong magic reaction rippled from the blade of the training sword.

"This is—"

At that moment, the pupils of everyone in the observation room, including Hillary Exxon, contracted.

"Is this source power external release?"

"Wow!" Even Carl Holton, standing next to the dynamometer, was stunned: "Amo, you've really surprised me this time."