The Favored Heiress
Chapter 654: The Examination of the Three Halls Begins

Chapter 654: Chapter 654: The Examination of the Three Halls Begins

The experimental products of the Medical Alliance are all top-tier special medicines that are extremely difficult to purchase.

Li Qiao didn’t need to think much to guess a thing or two.

Her thoughts were exactly the opposite of Su Lao Si’s.

Xiao Yehui personally went to the Medical Alliance, getting medication was just a side task, the main focus was to test Su Moshi’s attitude.

Before long, Li Qiao ended the video call.

Staring at her phone, she became lost in thought, and after three seconds, she sensed something was off.

Li Qiao gathered her composure and lifted her head, her peripheral vision unintentionally swept over the half-open glass door behind her, and Shang Yu’s tall, dark figure slowly came into view.

She didn’t know when he had arrived, but at that moment, he was standing with his hands in his pockets, leaning against the door frame, his handsome profile exuding his usual calm and nobility.

Li Qiao’s eyelid twitched involuntarily, a sense of guilt surging up for no reason, as she stood up and asked, "When did you get here?"

The man strolled leisurely to her side, his eyes as deep as the ocean, revealing no anomalies, "Just arrived."

He reached out and ruffled her hair, his voice steady and magnetic, "Who were you on the phone with?"

Oh, he hadn’t heard.

Li Qiao let out a sigh of relief, raised an eyebrow, and said in a relaxed tone, "Su Lao Si. He said Xiao Yehui had gone to see him a couple of days ago."

Shang Yu’s gaze casually swept over the printer, and he promptly led her out the door with a stroll, "Anything else he said?"

Li Qiao lagged half a step behind, watching the well-defined profile of the man from a slight angle, "That’s all. Are you here for something?"

The two entered the elevator, and Shang Yu pressed the floor button, his thin lips slightly parted, "Zuo Xuan has arranged an assessment for the Third Halls, you pick the time."

Li Qiao, not noticing the man’s solemn gaze, thought for a few seconds and replied, "Let’s make it tomorrow then, I happen to be free lately."

"That works," Shang Yu said, looking at the elevator wall, "After the assessment, will you come back to Parma with me?"

Li Qiao didn’t hesitate, answering crisply, "Okay."

Regarding her identity registration, going to Parma was inevitable.

The elevator reached the first-floor living room. Li Qiao stepped out and asked another question, "For how many days?"

The man pursed his lips, turned his head to meet her gaze, "It’s not certain. If you want to come back, you can do so anytime."

Li Qiao was noncommittal.

...

The next day, the assessment for the Third Halls arrived as scheduled.

Just like the previous two times, Shang Yu took Li Qiao to the Secret Hall in the valley at eight in the morning.

Perhaps because of the lessons learned from previous experiences, this assessment was stricter than ever.

And all the members of the Third Halls participating in the assessment were utterly focused, ready to give it their all.

Because of the words that Zuo Xuan had brought back, their pride was hurt.

The female boxer from the Underground Boxing Gym at the border couldn’t be compared to the well-trained members of the Third Halls.

It was understood that even the internationally renowned Mercenary Group had never been taken seriously by them.

Before eight-thirty, Li Qiao was already standing in an indoor training gym located within the valley.

This area of the Secret Hall, excluding the grand hall and the mountain top, was uncharted territory for her.

At the moment, the gym had a ring in the center, with various physical training equipment and electronic devices on either side.

Today, He Chen wasn’t there to watch the match, and Shang Yu was sitting nearby in a recliner, accompanied by Zuo Xuan for the duration.

Less than three minutes later, Zuo Tang arrived.

Following her were twenty top warriors from the Third Halls.

This was also Li Qiao’s first time seeing Zuo Tang approach her, wearing her prosthetic limb with grace.

Although Zuo Tang’s walking was a bit slow, at a casual glance she seemed no different from an ordinary person.

"Miss Li," Zuo Tang approached her, nodding slightly with respectful politeness.

Li Qiao glanced at the members behind her and refocused on Zuo Tang’s face, getting straight to the point, "How many parts are there to the assessment?"

Zuo Tang smiled and replied, "Three in total. Boxing power test, hand-to-hand combat, and jungle warfare."

Li Qiao’s eyebrows perked up with interest; the second and third parts sounded intriguing.

The difficulty of the Secret Hall’s assessments increased as one proceeded.

In the first part, the boxing power test, Li Qiao needed to measure her boxing power value against those of the twenty members, achieving over a 60% win rate to pass.

That meant she had to surpass the boxing power value of at least twelve people to move on to the second part, the hand-to-hand combat.

This kind of assessment seemed to lack technical substance, but continuously punching, as strength waned, would also reduce the force of the punches.

Li Qiao sized up the fingers of the twenty members, noting the calluses even at the joints, and the tense, bulging muscle lines on their arms.

If she wasn’t mistaken, this assessment probably wouldn’t have them punch simultaneously. Most likely it was one-on-one, since there was only one testing device in the entire training facility.

As Li Qiao had thought, Zuo Tang’s subsequent introduction confirmed her guess.

The first item, the boxing power test, wasn’t just about strength; it also tested endurance and mental state.

One versus twenty was just the beginning.

After explaining the rules, Zuo Tang turned with a gentle smile, "Miss Li, would you like to try out the testing device before the match?"

Li Qiao eyed the pure black testing device and asked calmly, "What’s the highest record?"

Zuo Tang glanced at Shang Yu to her right and answered truthfully, "1890, set by Brother Chen."

Li Qiao’s mouth twitched slightly; she had thought it was Shang Yu.

He Chen’s boxing power value had reached 1890; no wonder Shang Yu had said she was no match for him.

At that moment, Li Qiao stepped in front of the testing device, blinked, and delivered a casual punch.

She indeed didn’t exert herself; the motion appeared almost like a light scratch.

The numbers flashed across the device’s screen before coming to a halt.

Everyone craned their necks to see, and at the sight of the number, there was collective silence.

They had thought she would make a startling debut, and the result... indeed was startling.

323...

The weakest contestant in the Third Halls had a boxing power value that had broken 700.

Meanwhile, Li Qiao touched her nose, her expression awkward but nonchalant.

The calmest of all was Zuo Tang, who looked at the number on the screen and asked with a light smile, "Miss Li, how does the feel seem to you?"

Li Qiao tugged at her lips, "Pretty good, let’s start."

Zuo Tang nodded and shot a glance back. The twenty members immediately got ready, eager to properly meet their Lady of the Hall Master.

It was said that in the First Hall’s test, she hacked computers and deployed viruses.

It was said that in the Second Hall’s test, every shot she fired hit the same bullet hole.

So for today’s test in the Third Halls, she probably wouldn’t have as much room to play.

Because it was a pure show of formidable strength—intelligence was useless here; one needed absolute power to pass the test.

Following Zuo Tang’s command, the first member strode forward and threw a punch at the device with such speed that it created an afterimage.

As the assessment began, more and more people crowded into the training facility.

All members of the Third Halls squeezed in through the back door, curious to see how the Lady of the Hall Master would be defeated.

"Damn, Ah Long has improved, huh? Last time his boxing power value was just over 800, and now it’s almost 900," someone remarked.

The man known as Ah Long seemed quite pleased with his score, scratching his head and chuckling sheepishly.