Punching Power Level

"Hold on! Don't let all your effort go to waste!"

Lei Long's expression was grave as his gaze swept over every student, observing them carefully to ensure nothing went wrong.

A few minutes later, the trainees in the training room sat down with a rustle.

Everyone was drenched in sweat, leaving a wet patch wherever they sat.

"Adjust your breathing. Don't relax. Carefully feel the changes inside your body."

Lei Long reminded them.

Lin Ye sat on a mat, breathing lightly as the warmth flowing along his spine gradually faded.

A few minutes later, the trainees had mostly recovered and began putting on their training uniforms.

Lei Long put on his gold-rimmed glasses and walked to the front of the group, sweeping his gaze over them.

"That concludes the introductory lesson. You may practice freely or head home."

"The showers are behind the changing room. You can wash up before leaving."

"Your future training will mainly depend on your own hard work. If you have any questions, you can come ask me."

"I'll be in the coaches' room on the second floor."

"Now then, does anyone else have any questions?"

After waiting a while and seeing that no one had anything else to ask, he picked up the roster and turned to leave.

After Lei Long left, the entire training room became noisy. People who knew one another formed small groups of two or three, discussing their experiences as they got up and departed.

After leaving the training room and entering the main hall, Lin Ye looked around and found a spot to continue practicing the Soul Whale Fist.

The worst thing in learning was having one's train of thought interrupted. Martial arts were the same. While his body had not cooled down yet, he needed to reinforce the memory.

Near noon, Lin Ye sat on a bench along the edge of the main hall, exhaling a breath of hot air as sweat ran down his back.

Practicing the Soul Whale Fist was far from simple. Nearly every move had to be drilled separately. To perform the entire set smoothly and without interruption required a great deal of hard work.

He tore open the wrapping of the Whale-Kill Brand Meat Burger he had bought from the vending machine.

One bite released a rich meaty fragrance. He could not tell what kind of meat it was, but a medicinal aroma spread through his mouth alongside it, making his whole body feel relaxed.

Thirty each. Other than being expensive, there was nothing wrong with it.

After finishing it in a few bites and resting for several minutes, he was about to get up and continue practicing when he saw a group of trainees from that morning heading toward a corner of the hall.

There were around a dozen of them. Judging by their hair, they had probably just come out of the showers.

Looking toward that corner, he saw an entirely black steel structure. A thick red circular pad stood upright in the center, with a data display in the upper right corner.

It was a professional punching power tester.

The group stopped there. After several seconds of silence, the skinny trainee who had looked like a walking skeleton that morning stepped forward while several people behind him cheered him on.

"Haah—!"

Bang!

The skinny boy was knocked back several steps by the recoil.

"55 kg." The data appeared on the screen.

No one in the crowd mocked him. There was more encouragement than anything else as a large hand landed on his shoulder.

"Don't lose heart. Keep it up."

The skinny boy turned around. It was the tall trainee who had asked a question that morning.

His well-built muscles stretched his sleeves tight, and confidence practically overflowed from him.

As if infected by that confidence, the boy answered heavily and stepped aside.

Lin Ye sat on the bench and observed.

The standard punching power of an average adult man was around 60 to 120 kilograms. Anything above 120 kilograms was considered uncommon.

Women tended to rank lower, naturally, given the difference in physical conditions.

That skinny boy's punching power had not reached 60 kilograms. His Strength attribute was probably below 0.5.

As for this tall boy, judging from the development of his muscles, his Strength attribute was at least higher than the skinny boy's and might even exceed 0.65.

Lin Ye thought back and recalled that the tall boy's name was Wei Qian.

While practicing in the hall, he had heard others discussing him. Apparently, Wei Qian had a foundation in sanda and boxing. It was said that he was quite skilled, nearing the level of a silver-medal boxing coach.

Silver-medal boxing coaches were all certified by the Boxing League and possessed punching power of at least 200 kilograms.

There were not many people like that in all of Coast City. The fact that Wei Qian could approach such a level showed that he was no ordinary fighter.

Over on the other side, Wei Qian did not waste words. He stepped straight up to the punching power tester and drew his right leg slightly back.

He pushed off the ground and threw a punch.

"194 kg."

Looking at the number, he shook his head. When he performed well, he could strike with more than 200 kilograms of force, enough to rival some silver-medal boxing coaches.

If he did not have that kind of ability, he would not have left the Modern Combat Martial Arts Gym to learn some Ancient Fist Technique.

The many trainees behind him were all surprised, even shocked, by the result. The remainder alone was greater than the previous boy's score.

The skinny boy who had gone up earlier lowered his head slightly when he saw the number, his face flushing red.

Wei Qian stepped aside, and someone quickly went up next.

"78 kg."

"73 kg."

"108 kg."

"82 kg."

The group finished testing quickly. Lin Ye watched quietly. Most of them stayed around 70 or 80 kilograms, with only a few exceeding 100.

As he withdrew his gaze, the warmth in his body gradually cooled. Just as he was about to get up and continue practicing, another trainee stepped forward.

It was a girl, over 1.7 meters tall, with delicate features.

Her skin was smooth like pale yellow jade. She looked somewhat fragile, yet there was also a certain resilience in her bearing.

She gave off the contradictory impression of fragility and toughness existing side by side.

Bang!

"157 kg."

The moment that number appeared, the trainees were all stunned.

Lin Ye was also somewhat surprised. It was the best result besides Wei Qian's.

And she was a girl. She had directly surpassed all the boys, making her truly outstanding.

He recalled the morning roll call. Her name seemed to be Yan Yi?

He did not keep watching. Instead, he got up, found a spot, and continued practicing the Soul Whale Fist. His body, which had begun to cool, heated up again.

In the shower room, Lin Ye tilted his head slightly back and let the warm water stream down from his forehead.

After noon, he had spent some more time consolidating his practice in the main hall. It was now close to four in the afternoon.

Lowering his head, he lightly clenched his right hand into a fist. With a thought, the black Monument appeared.

[Monument Owner: Lin Ye]

[Strength: 0.61]

[Agility: 0.53]

[Constitution: 0.52]

[Intelligence: 0.54]

Looking at the four attributes, both his Strength and Constitution had increased by 0.01.

It was not because of the Soul Whale Fist's body-tempering effects. It was not that powerful, or rather, it did not take effect that quickly.

The increase was because Coach Lei Long had opened up the great dragon of his spine during their first boxing practice that morning.

This released some muscles, nerves, and other areas of his body that had been compressed for a long time.

He had experienced something similar in his previous life. An old Daoist doctor had once given him a massage that made every bone in his body feel loosened.

After that massage, he had easily broken his previous rock-climbing record.

As the water washed over him, he felt the faint warmth around his spine gradually receding.

According to the boxing manual, the heat generated during practice would gradually condense into a line of heat as thick as an index finger.

If he continued practicing afterward, that line of heat would transform into an air current that felt warm and cool against the body—the so-called sense of qi.

At that point, the first level of the Soul Whale Fist would be complete.

And now, the warmth along his spine had already contracted from its original width of eight fingers to six.

Though it would become more difficult the further he progressed, it was enough to prove that this body of his actually had decent talent.

He ran a hand through his hair and looked at the lower half of the Monument.

[Memory Soul Whale Fist Full Text (Completed)]

"Almost. Just a little more."

"Only the last two requirements remain."

"Performing the entire Soul Whale Fist set completely and smoothly should take no more than a week."

"Apply Dieluozi Oil to the back and use high-temperature air for a heat compress... I wonder if a sauna would work?"

"Dieluozi..."

He lifted his eyes slightly. After he returned, he would check the school intranet. If they did not have it, things would be troublesome.

After leaving the changing room, already dressed in casual clothes, he was about to depart when the punching power tester in the corner suddenly caught his eye.

Looking at the empty hall, he fell silent for several seconds before walking over.

He took a light breath and stepped half a pace back.

Bang!

"177 kg."

The red digits displayed the result, and Lin Ye raised an eyebrow.

If that was the case, Wei Qian's Strength attribute could not possibly be as high as 0.65. It might have only just passed 0.62 or 0.63, making him only slightly stronger than Lin Ye.

Bang!

"181 kg."

Looking at the result of his second strike, he rubbed his slightly reddened fist. Without lingering, he turned and left.

When he reached the martial arts gym's entrance, the curtain to the changing room lifted.

Yan Yi walked out, her hair still slightly damp. Her pale yellow jade-like skin appeared even fairer than before.

When she saw Lin Ye, she nodded politely. "Hello, Senior Brother."

Lin Ye paused. Looking at the girl with that contradictory aura, she was probably only just past eighteen.

Then his gaze shifted, and he noticed a faint scar exposed near her neck. It was pale pink, clearly having healed only recently.

"Hello."

He answered and pushed open the door to leave.

After he left, Yan Yi's gaze lingered on Lin Ye's retreating figure for several seconds.

Then she turned and swept her eyes across the hall, her attention drawn to the punching power tester.

"181 kg."