"Let's go."
With a flick of his wrist, Zhao Cheng threw another punch. Before Li Yu's terrified eyes, one wall of the restroom was blasted straight into powder.
Though the height of one's spirit determined the armor's strength, this was no longer something mere brute force could achieve. It was a technique so outrageous it beggared belief.
Great strength was like punching tofu—it was easy enough to shatter it, but turning it into powder required more than strength as a foundation. What mattered most was transcendent skill.
Don't be fooled by how the armor on him looked like something exclusive to Grunts. It was still supernatural in nature. Even a Grunt set surpassed humans in every respect.
At present, his neural reflexes had been boosted a full tenfold, and it was an all-around enhancement, without any loss of control. Beyond that, according to the feedback from the armor, his brain's processing speed had increased twentyfold.
As for his strength, the armor currently granted him a constant output of one hundred tons. As the armor continued to grow, that strength would keep rising as well.
All this information had appeared in his mind the instant the armor fusion was complete.
One hundred tons of force concentrated into an area the size of a fist—when unleashed, a solid wall was as fragile as tofu.
But pulverizing that wall into dust? That would be a pipe dream.
Of course, turning a wall to powder still fell a little short of Zhao Cheng's earlier performance of crushing a Rider belt in his bare hand.
As for crushing the belt by hand, Li Yu's imagination supplied an explanation: perhaps that ability was Zhao Cheng's superpower.
A mirror world from another dimension had already appeared, so adding superpowers to the setting was perfectly reasonable.
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