Humanity's Physical Limits

The four of them made a swift getaway by car before the police and firefighters arrived.

Back at the villa, Li Congxin immediately made a backup of the contents on the USB drive the unscrupulous reporter had used to store the evidence. Afterward, Hawkeye and Li Congxin drove the original USB drive, along with Mindy, to Marcus.

After a night of running around, the three of them arrived at Marcus's place in the early morning hours and even got to have breakfast there.

Mindy was only 11 years old, and legally and morally, she needed a guardian. Marcus was the only suitable candidate.

On the way back, Hawkeye, having shed his disguise, couldn't help but ask curiously, "I still don't quite understand why you insisted on retrieving that evidence yourself and making a private backup. Wouldn't it have been better to just hand the matter over to the police?"

He paused slightly, a hint of a sneer returning to his lips. "Or do you, like me, think the police are incapable of bringing those ruthless criminals to justice and can't put them behind bars?"

Li Congxin merely shook his head slightly at his words and replied evasively, "Brother Yi Long would never ask me a question like that."

The cultural differences were too vast, and Li Congxin couldn't be bothered to explain anything to him.

Since he had decided on revenge, how could he allow the perpetrators to breathe fresh air in prison?

Back home, Li Congxin opened the so-called evidence on the USB drive again. It contained text, photos, and some data.

From this thing, Li Congxin couldn't even see who the perpetrator was, let alone any concrete evidence.

At best, it could only be considered clues.

It was precisely because of this that Li Congxin handed it over to Marcus immediately after receiving it.

It was better to let the professionals handle the investigation of the truth.

As a future superhero, he only needed to ask Old Pi to help hack into the police network from time to time. Once they found something, he could just bring his team to snatch the credit.

He was already busy enough; he didn't want to play Conan and investigate the sole truth.

Being a detective had no future.

As it turned out, even if two Sherlock Holmeses teamed up and brought a large group of helpers, they would still be thoroughly beaten by Thanos!

To avoid being thrashed by Thanos and to avoid disgracing his elder brothers who were locked in a love-hate relationship in the adjacent DC universe, Li Congxin dared not slack off in his daily training one bit.

Even so, as his body approached the human limit, his progress slowed down from fast to gradual. Around Christmas, it had completely stagnated. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't increase his strength by even a tiny bit.

Currently, Li Congxin's maximum punch power could reach 1000 pounds when fully exerted, capable of sending a 300-jin sandbag flying over 10 meters!

His kicks were even more terrifying, reaching 2000 pounds, capable of sending a 600-jin sandbag flying 30 meters!

His punching speed could reach 12 punches per second, and his kicking speed could reach 8 kicks per second!

His running speed had just reached its peak for the 100-meter dash, so Old Pi, who was setting his numerical values, decided to raise the standard to 200 meters.

As a result, Li Congxin ran the 200 meters in just 9.58 seconds!

A psychological shadow!

At Li Congxin's strong insistence, Old Pi, with a playful smile, changed the speed test result back to 100 meters and filled in the result divided by two.

Only then did Li Congxin truly reach the combat power of "1 Widow." The previously mentioned "1 Widow" was just a rounded-up approximation. Although he could still fight Black Widow, his win rate wouldn't be very high.

In the training ground in the villa's backyard, Li Congxin calmed his mind and held a special black cloth, two meters long and one meter wide.

The biting cold wind blew, causing the black cloth in his hands to flutter in the wind, making a whooshing sound.

Around him, four sandbags, each weighing 2 tons, were suspended from high iron frames, positioned in front, behind, left, and right.

Suddenly, Li Congxin moved.

With a swift flick of his wrist, the special black cloth was rolled into a cloth staff over 2 meters long. This cloth staff, in Li Congxin's hands, seemed alive, dancing up and down with his movements. The cloth staff rubbed against the air, emitting piercing "chi chi" shrieks.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The cloth staff struck the sandbags, producing dull thuds. The 2-ton sandbags swayed violently, and even the special metal frames used to secure them let out a grating "creak."

"Crash!"

After enduring several strikes from Li Congxin's cloth staff, one of the sandbags finally couldn't bear the load and burst open, spilling its iron sand all over the ground.

With the first one gone, the second, third, and fourth followed suit!

By the time he finished his staff routine, all four sandbags around him were destroyed and unusable.

This was the highest realm of the "Four Gates Staff Technique."

A cloth staff!

Using cloth as a staff, it softened the rigid and its power surpassed that of a steel staff!

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

Witnessing Li Congxin's exquisite display of the Four Gates Staff Technique, the two onlookers couldn't help but applaud him.

Yi Long spoke first, "Congxin's martial arts aptitude is truly unparalleled in my life. In just a few months, his strength is no less than mine before I injected the serum."

Nalan Long on the other side nodded with satisfaction, "Now that Congxin has mastered the use of the cloth staff to its peak, I never expected my family's 'Four Gates Staff Technique' to be so brilliantly carried forward by him, and in such a short time. At most, how long has it been since he started practicing martial arts?"

While rolling up and putting away the special black cloth, Li Congxin walked towards them, smiling as he asked, "Uncle Nalan, is Brother A Qing recovered? When will the martial arts school's elite class resume?"

"The martial arts school's elite class will not resume," Nalan Long said, shaking his head. "After A Qing was injured this time, I've thought a lot. I came today not only to check on your martial arts progress but also to say goodbye."

"Goodbye?"

Nalan Long nodded. "Fallen leaves must return to their roots. I plan to take A Qing and A Hong back to China, and have A Qing marry and have children there to continue the Nalan family lineage. As for Xiao Bai, she will stay behind to continue her studies. If she encounters any trouble in the future, I will have to ask you to look after her."

Li Congxin immediately patted his chest and promised, "Uncle Nalan, don't worry. From now on, Xiao Bai's affairs are my affairs. Anyone who dares to bully him, I will make them regret being born!"

"With you saying that, I'm relieved," Nalan Long nodded in satisfaction, then said, "If you have any more questions regarding martial arts, ask them soon. After today, I'm afraid I'll have very little opportunity to guide you further."

At this moment, Yi Long also chimed in, "I'm leaving too. According to Mr. Hank's tests and my own experiences these past days, my issues should be completely resolved. If I don't go home to see them, my heart won't be able to settle down."

Upon hearing this, Li Congxin couldn't help but smile wryly, "I feel like my physical abilities have reached a bottleneck. Although my strength has improved recently, it's mostly in terms of martial skills. I wonder if Uncle Nalan and Brother Yi Long know how I should proceed?"

Yi Long pondered for a moment, then finally said with a wry smile, "Your body has already reached the limit of human physical capabilities. Breaking through further is incredibly difficult. Even I had to rely on the serum to achieve a breakthrough, so I'm hardly qualified to guide you."

Nalan Long, however, suddenly thought of something and said, "I do know of a method that can allow a martial artist to exert strength beyond the limits of the human body."

Li Congxin was taken aback, "What method is that?"

"Qi!"