The few people who were clamoring were just beginning titled martial artists, and their strength was only 2,000 pounds.
Meanwhile, Zhang Cheng was already a late-stage Martial Artist, and his strength had reached 9,000 Jin.
A loud roar shook everyone until their faces turned pale and they retreated in panic. They felt as if their heads had split open.
"Do you have the strength to shout at me?”
Zhang Cheng's sharp gaze swept across those people, and no one dared to look him in the eye.
It turned out that the difference between them and Zhang Cheng was not just a martial artist badge.
Suddenly, Zhang Cheng's gaze fell on Jiang Xiaolong.
Jiang Xiaolong's expression remained the same.
Seven or eight titled martial artists were forced back by his roar, but Jiang Xiaoyu seemed to be unaffected.
All of a sudden, Zhang Cheng's heart trembled and he was secretly shocked.
Jiang Xiaolong's strength was probably not as simple as a titled martial artist.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have ignored his roar.
"He's at least a mid Fighter!”
The strength of an early-stage titled martial artist was only 2,000 pounds.
A mid-stage Martial Artist's strength was at least 4,000.
This was no longer a simple titled martial artist's strength. He was not considered weak among titled martial artists.
This strength was twice as strong as what they had previously estimated.
What kind of concept was this?
The person in front of him was undoubtedly the number one person among the younger generation in Dong Lin City. No one could compare to him.
There wasn't even one titled warrior in the middle stage among the million people in Dong Lin City.
Thinking of this, Zhang Cheng was extremely excited.
"Hurry up and test your strength.”
He looked at Jiang Xiaolong as if he was looking at a peerless treasure.
Those people also noticed Jiang Xiaolong's abnormality. They did not dare to make a fuss and stood aside obediently.
"Hurry!" Huang Na pushed Jiang Xiaolong from behind.
It was obviously not Jiang Xiaolong's character to be timid. After a few steps, he arrived in front of the million-level strength testing machine.
Taking a deep breath, Zhang Cheng reminded him as usual,""You have five chances to punch, and the highest score will be your final score.”
Jiang Xiaolong nodded.
The next moment, his gaze became as sharp as a knife.
"A million-level machine can measure the upper limit of my strength.”
His power was like a calm lake that began to ripple, and a powerful aura seeped out of his body.
Huang Na clenched her fists nervously. At this moment, she felt the power of Jiang Xiaolong's body that was like a dormant volcano.
Zhang Cheng's pupils constricted as he looked at Jiang Xiaolong's back in horror.
This aura was actually not inferior to his.
"Late stage Martial Artist! Late stage Martial Artist! He's actually a late-stage Martial Artist."
He shouted madly in his heart.
A late-stage Martial Warrior's strength reached 9,000 Jin.
What mid-stage Martial Artist? He could be killed with a single punch.
The rest of them widened their eyes and looked at Jiang Xiaolong, whose aura was rising, in horror.
Stomping his stomach and chest out, Jiang Xiaolong took a bow step and punched out.
Peng
With a loud bang, a number 4000 popped up on the million-level machine.
The number continued to soar!
5000......
6000......
9000......
In the end, the number was fixed at 9,310.
"Hiss!"
"Hiss!"
Gasps could be heard all around.
"Ah!" Huang Na was so shocked that her mouth was wide open, and her face was filled with disbelief.
It was too brutal!
This good-looking and amiable young man actually had such terrifying strength under his body.
"9,300 pounds, the strength of a late-stage Martial Artist! One more step and you'll be a grandmaster."
How was this a genius? He was a monster.
An eighteen-year-old late-stage Warrior.
When most people were eighteen years old, it would already be good if they could have a strength of 500 pounds.
This was too crazy!
"9310, not bad!"
Jiang Xiaolong nodded slightly.
He remembered very clearly that during the test last night, his basic strength was only 9,123.
After a night of sleep, his strength naturally increased by 190 pounds.
A hundred times the physical potential was truly terrifying.
If it was an ordinary person, this amount of strength would take them a year.
Crackling…
Jiang Xiaolong's muscles and bones were rattling, and his terrifying aura was like a ferocious beast waking up from a deep sleep.
In the next moment, a tiger shadow appeared on his body.
Imminent Deity fist technique, Demonic Dragon Body Tempering Technique!
"Spirit Realm fist technique!"
Zhang Cheng was so shocked that he almost bit off his tongue.
The Godly Fist Technique was the symbol of a martial grandmaster, but it had actually appeared on an eighteen-year-old youth.
"Intent Fist Technique!" Huang Na immediately screamed out in shock.
"Ta Ta."
A few people who were not convinced that Zhang Cheng would let Jiang Xiaolong go first saw the tiger's shadow. Their bodies trembled and their teeth chattered non-stop, as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.
The few of them were actually dissatisfied with a person who had the intent fist technique.
This was the old birthday boy who was tired of living.
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