Ernest's Secret Treasure?

The lifting limit for 10 Strength was around 100 jin.

From there, every additional 10 points meant a fourfold increase.

Olympic records of four or five hundred jin meant those heavyweight lifters were terrifying beings with over 20 Strength.

With 53 Strength, Zhao Xu could undoubtedly lift around 20 tons.

To put it bluntly, even one of his casual little punches could topple mountains, overturn seas, shatter rocks, and split metal.

A pat on the shoulder could do more than break a shoulder blade—it could hammer someone into the ground like a nail.

Yet in that brief contact just now, if he had not dodged in time, his forearm would have cracked with an embarrassingly loud snap.

The other party was at least an 800-ton existence, already comparable to some luxurious small cruise ships.

If not for his astonishing defenses, that single collision might really have sent him flying into a wall.

But at this moment, Zhao Xu's mind was completely occupied by the other party's final words—

A city created by Ernest?

Now that was something.

It really was something.

No matter how ordinary something was, once it became associated with Ernest, it turned into an unfathomable and terrifying "existence."

Then he recalled the Outer God Nyarlathotep he had encountered in his dream, and that magnificent yet horrifying world.

Ernest's abilities had very likely been learned in that mysterious world as well.

Zhao Xu immediately became vigilant!

"A city? Not an Animated Cellar?"

As Zhao Xu voiced his guess to distract the other party, the incantation for Swift Burst had already reached his lips.

"Animated Cellar?"

The mysterious voice in the void suddenly paused, then asked incredulously, "You've seen one before? Do I look like that kind of trashy low-grade product to you?"

"No, wait. You seem to carry