Chapter 123: Looking for a Girlfriend?

Chapter 123: Looking for a Girlfriend?

“Enduring forty minutes in the thirtyfold gravity chamber means something, doesn’t it? Among all the disciples in our Silver City Martial Arts Hall, only the headmaster can achieve these two feats. In other words, you have already reached the level of our headmaster,” a disciple of the Silver City Martial Arts Hall said to Shen An.

Shen An felt that the praise might have been a bit excessive, but indeed, by that standard, training in the thirtyfold gravity chamber was truly an astonishing accomplishment.

“I see,” Shen An replied.

“A master! Please give me your autograph. I want it right on my shirt—I’ll take it home as a keepsake. A master who has trained in the thirtyfold gravity chamber—that will be my lifelong treasure!” a young man exclaimed excitedly.

“Yeah, this is just terrifying,” another added.

“Master, are you looking for a girlfriend? Take a look at me—isn’t this a good match?” a young woman chirped, circling around Shen An happily.

Shen An felt a bit embarrassed. It was true that wherever a strong person went, they were warmly welcomed. Such was the reality.

Still, his heart remained focused on cultivation; other matters did not occupy his thoughts.

Within the Silver City Martial Arts Hall, there were many things besides the gravity chamber. There was also a machine for measuring punching power—a device that could directly test one's striking strength, quite an impressive tool.

Shen An smiled, turning his gaze to his senior brother Zhou Yang beside him. “I want to ask, is the punching power tester here available to use? That thing should be called the punching power tester, right?”

He pointed to a machine that looked like a sandbag. Though it appeared to be a punching bag, it was actually a punching power tester. A single powerful punch would cause the adjacent counter to display a corresponding number—extremely convenient.

Of course, Shen An would not miss such a good opportunity.

At this moment, Zhou Yang, the senior brother, finally realized what Shen An was referring to. “The punching power tester? You can use it if you want. It’s open to everyone.”

Considering that even the thirtyfold gravity chamber—referred to by many as forbidden ground—was already accessible to Shen An, there was no reason to keep the punching power tester hidden.

Shen An felt a surge of joy. Having just finished some cultivation, he was eager to test his punching power.

Just then, a figure entered the Silver City Martial Arts Hall. Initially, this person attracted little attention, but since most of the awakened warriors in the hall had gathered around Shen An, this newcomer naturally drew more notice.

The figure was an elderly man with white hair and youthful skin, sporting a pair of white eyebrows and some white beard.

He glanced briefly at Shen An, Zhou Yang, and others, seemingly indifferent. Then he walked straight to the punching power tester.

He looked like a seasoned martial artist, dressed in a martial robe, unmistakably a master of martial arts.

“Ha!” The old man suddenly struck the punching power tester with a fierce punch. The machine emitted a low, humming sound.

As his fist landed, the tester displayed a four-digit number. He looked quite satisfied.

His eyes gleamed with pride. “Hmph, 1,050! Seems I’ve improved quite a bit since before.”

He spoke loudly, almost as if deliberately boasting.

The number 1,050 represented the force of his punch in jin (a unit of weight), meaning his punch carried a power of 1,050 jin—something ordinary people could not achieve.

It was worth noting that with proper technique, such a punch might even unleash two thousand jin of force.

“That’s 1,050 jin! Terrifying. Who is this guy? I don’t even know him—why is he so strong?”

“1,050 jin? I just tested myself on the punching power tester, and the most I could manage was 500 jin. Compared to him, I’m less than half.”

“Terrifying, truly terrifying.”

“I wonder how much the master behind me can punch. He should easily surpass 1,050 jin, after all, he trained under thirtyfold gravity.”

Zhou Yang, the senior brother, crossed his arms, paying no mind to the old man’s numbers. Even his casual punch could exceed three thousand jin. A mere thousand jin did not impress him at all.

“I believe you could punch four thousand jin without trouble. After all, you’ve trained in thirtyfold gravity,” Zhou Yang said, changing his view of Shen An. He felt that among everyone in the Silver City Martial Arts Hall, only Shen An could be compared to him.

He even felt an urge to invite Shen An to join the Silver City Martial Arts Hall family.

Zhou Yang said to Shen An, “Master, would you be interested in joining our Silver City Martial Arts Hall? If you join, I’m willing to give up my position as senior brother.”

Shen An smiled. He wasn’t particularly interested in the senior brother title.

“I appreciate the offer, but I’ll pass on the senior brother spot. I prefer a life of freedom.”

“As expected, every master yearns for freedom.”

Shen An turned his gaze back to the punching power tester, continuing to observe the old man.

The old man noticed Shen An and Zhou Yang but saw no surprise in their expressions. He regarded himself as a person with very high standards and an extremely arrogant nature.

The absence of astonishment in their eyes suggested his displayed strength was still insufficient.

“Next, I’ll show you all something truly eye-opening. This punch will reach three thousand five hundred jin!” the old man declared, raising his fist.

Three thousand five hundred jin—that was more than three times the previous 1,000 jin!

“Is he crazy? How can he suddenly triple his strength? He must be mad, or maybe I’m hallucinating,” a young awakened warrior said, shock evident in his eyes.

He could feel the old man’s confidence in his own strength—it was as if he were born a true master.

“Going from 1,050 jin to 3,000 jin? He’s definitely lost his mind. I’m sure of it,” another awakened warrior said.

“Terrifying… If he really can punch with three thousand jin, that would be impressive.”

“3,500 jin? I can’t believe it. If I had even half his strength, I’d be satisfied.”

The old man noticed Shen An and Zhou Yang’s impassive expressions—perhaps they doubted he could really reach 3,500 jin.

The scene was set for a remarkable display.