Chen Jue was not paying much attention to the strength-testing machines just then. Instead, he was observing the three Shaolin warrior monks from earlier.
Apart from Yantong, the monk who had used hidden strength, the other two, who were slightly older, also carried an indescribable air and spiritual imprint.
Through his heavenly sensitivity, Chen Jue could sense that it was probably a kind of "sincerity," the devotion of sincerely worshipping the Buddha.
When Zhou Gang called out with an expectant look, asking whether he wanted to give it a try, Chen Jue stirred and emerged from his contemplation of the three Shaolin warrior monks' bearing.
"Then I'll give it a try!"
Chen Jue smiled faintly. He knew his strength had long since surpassed human limits. If he unleashed his full power, he could probably destroy this strength-testing machine with a single punch.
So he used neither bright force nor hidden strength, nor did he adopt a stake-training stance. He simply stepped forward and lightly slapped the machine's padded covering with about ten percent of his raw physical strength.
With a thud, a palm print sank into the surface of the entire strength-testing machine, and the red counter above began racing wildly.
It finally stopped at 322 kg!
This figure was exactly 1 kg higher than the record Monk Yantong had just set. It did not seem particularly high, and was considerably lower than boxing champion Tyson's 362 kg punch, but every independent martial arts expert watching nearby blanched at the sight.
If a palm strike with that much force landed on them, very few could possibly withstand it!
Monk Yantong in particular, who had just been about to turn and leave, snorted heavily upon seeing his record broken. A trace of fervor flashed in his eyes as he stared at