The people around them wore equally constipated expressions. Big brother, you were already ranked fourth—what the hell were you still competing for? This was killing people and stabbing them in the heart!
William hesitated for a long while. "I... I concede!"
Wang Ji nodded. "Thanks, Brother William, for the 8 billion! My smart fighter jet hasn't even been fueled yet! Thanks to you, brother! Let's keep in touch!"
Zhao Ruo smacked Wang Ji on the arm irritably. "Fuel my ass. Who doesn't know smart fighter jets use miniature reactors? They don't need replacing for ten years!"
"Really?" Wang Ji's eyes widened.
"You... you're such a bad person!" Zhao Ruo glared at him with her large, misty eyes, then suddenly burst out laughing.
Zhao Ruo, Wang Ji, and Shi Jiang strolled toward Jiangnan Pavilion in the dormitory district.
"Hey! Just what is your combat power amplitude?" Zhao Ruo nudged Wang Ji's stomach with her elbow and asked softly.
Wang Ji said, "My force exertion is 4.8. I didn't pass the A-rank of the fourth floor of the Trial Tower. At 4.0, calculated out, my combat power amplitude is 19.2!"
Zhao Ruo's eyes widened. "Your combat power amplitude has to be the highest in the training camp, right?"
Shi Jiang said, "Recently, because of the new and more scientific method of exerting force, everyone's combat power has improved quite a bit. As far as I know, aside from Wang Ji, there are three people with combat power amplitudes above 16, one above 18, and currently, Wang Ji should be the only one above 19!"
Zhao Ruo sighed. "Yeah, everyone's improved tremendously over these past two months. My amplitude is 10.2 now. In the past, that could've put me in the top thirty! Now, I probably can't even make the top sixty!"