Chapter 126: Thirty Thousand Pounds

Chapter 126: Thirty Thousand Jin

Bang! The numbers on the punch force tester leaped rapidly: one thousand, two thousand, three thousand... seven thousand. Only when it hit the figure of seven thousand did it finally come to a halt.

The old man standing nearby stared at the force Shen An had struck, his expression turning to one of astonishment. He had not expected Shen An to surpass him so easily.

He knew that he had exhausted every ounce of his strength just to reach six thousand five hundred; for him to surpass that now was nearly impossible.

"How is this possible? Seven thousand jin... so your punch force has already reached a terrifying seven thousand jin," the old man said, utterly stunned.

Beside them, Senior Brother Zhou Yang, who had been worried for Shen An, let out a long breath, feeling a sense of relief.

"As expected of someone who could break into the forbidden grounds of our Yincheng Martial Arts Hall. You truly deserve to possess such strength," Senior Brother Zhou Yang said with a smile.

This remark deeply annoyed the old man.

The old man frowned, glaring at Senior Brother Zhou Yang. In his eyes, Zhou Yang was nothing more than a defeated opponent, unworthy of mention. Yet now, he was using Shen An’s results to step on him?

Shen An paid no heed to the surprised looks of those around him; he remained focused on the tester. The numbers on the device fascinated him.

He wanted to see the numbers climb even higher.

The higher the number, the better the measurement of his growing strength, and he was not about to let this opportunity slip by.

Shen An concentrated fully, channeling his Yuan energy into his fist once more. His fist now carried a faint, surging gale, seemingly imbued with even greater power.

He hadn't seriously focused his Yuan energy for the first punch. Now that he was concentrating, he could naturally unleash a much more terrifying force.

With a sudden, violent strike, he slammed his fist into the tester. Hum, hum, hum—the numbers on the screen jumped wildly, with an intensity far greater than before.

Ten thousand, twelve thousand, fourteen thousand!

It wasn't until it reached fourteen thousand that the numbers finally stopped. It was truly incredible.

"So strong! Fourteen thousand jin of force—couldn't his fist easily crush an elephant?" one Awakened one whispered, his eyes filled with terror.

If one were to offend such a person, what a horrifying scene that would be.

"Fourteen thousand jin? Does that mean the previous seven thousand was just a warm-up for him? Truly terrifying. I have never seen anyone in the Yincheng Martial Arts Hall hit ten thousand. This guy is a monster. Does anyone know which martial arts hall he belongs to?"

"He looks like a stranger; it doesn't seem like he frequents the Yincheng Martial Arts Hall often. But his strength is genuinely powerful—unbelievably powerful."

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Senior Brother Zhou Yang gazed at the numbers. He had estimated that Shen An’s second punch would reach at most seven thousand five hundred, yet Shen An had hit fourteen thousand.

How terrifying, how horrifying.

"Is this the kind of monster who could train in the forbidden grounds of our Yincheng Martial Arts Hall? He... he really is a monster," Zhou Yang muttered.

Even the old man was left wide-eyed and speechless. This level of power far exceeded his own.

Fourteen thousand jin—the opponent’s strength was at least comparable to a mid-stage Third Rank master.

"Could this young man I encountered be... a mid-stage Third Rank expert? That’s impossible, a mid-stage Third Rank expert at such a young age?" The old man felt a wave of panic.

The old man bowed to Shen An, hoping he would forgive his insolence. He sighed; he had been so rude to Shen An. If this had been a master with a more volatile temper, he would likely be a corpse by now.

The fact that he was still alive meant the other party had given him a chance at life.

For this, the old man felt a surge of gratitude.

Shen An did not notice the old man’s actions; his gaze was locked on the tester.

"Fourteen thousand jin... this really is an addictive thing," Shen An murmured to himself.

Before long, Shen An gathered his Yuan energy again. He was going for a third punch, which caught everyone off guard.

"What? He’s going for a third punch? Did I see that right? Am I hallucinating? Does he think he can surpass fourteen thousand?" an Awakened one exclaimed. To him, fourteen thousand was already a miraculous, terrifying feat, but he hadn't expected Shen An to be chasing a record.

"Fourteen thousand is already shocking enough. Is he going to be the one to break the record?"

Senior Brother Zhou Yang stared at Shen An, rendered speechless. He had previously compared himself to Shen An, but now he realized he had vastly overestimated his own ability. Shen An’s strength was beyond anything he could imagine.

"I overestimated myself. His strength is beyond anything I could conceive. His power... it’s too strong. Fourteen thousand jin—will I ever reach such heights in my life?"

Senior Brother Zhou Yang’s eyes were filled with deep respect. He felt that the Shen An before him was someone whose status might even rival that of the Hall Master.

"Third punch!" Shen An slammed his fist into the tester. His wild Yuan energy swirled, carrying a terrifying, explosive force.

The impact was so violent that the machine groaned, as if it were about to shatter.

The numbers climbed rapidly, faster than the previous two times.

Twelve thousand, fourteen thousand, sixteen thousand, eighteen thousand...

It climbed all the way to thirty thousand before finally coming to a rest.

Thirty thousand?

Thirty thousand!

The Awakened ones stared in pure shock, as if witnessing a miracle.

"Thirty thousand! I was shocked when he hit ten thousand, but he hit thirty thousand? Thirty thousand! That is not a level an ordinary person can achieve."

"He’s a monster. He breaks his own records and surpasses his previous limits so easily."

"He will definitely become a hot commodity for many martial arts halls in the future."

"Absolutely. His strength is truly absolute."

Senior Brother Zhou Yang watched the scene, backing away several steps. Even with his usual composure, he could not keep his footing.

Thirty thousand! This was a number bordering on a miracle.

"Thirty thousand! How is it possible? How could his fist output thirty thousand jin of force? Impossible... this is absolutely impossible..." Fear flickered in Senior Brother Zhou Yang's eyes.