Just from that stance alone, Luo Lie, an expert in cultivation, immediately blurted out, "Holy shit!"
Even among students who had entered the Innate Realm, few could strike with such imposing force.
Boom!
Wan Lixiu's fist slammed heavily into the bull's-eye. With a clang, the large iron ball suspended to one side suddenly bounced upward, pulled a full three and a half feet into the air by the spring. It even hung there for an instant before crashing back down.
Off to the side.
Luo Lie's mouth fell wide open, as though he had seen a ghost.
On the screen, the numbers rose and fell like the tide before finally settling on a single figure.
"Fifty-eight thousand five hundred jin!"
"Li Chenglong, record it." Qin Fangyang's voice was wooden, betraying neither sorrow nor joy.
Deep in his eyes, profound gratification flashed. His recent use of Fuel Exhausted, Fire Passed On, burning himself up to pour power into them without sparing any cost, had ultimately yielded good results.
These youngsters had possessed good foundations to begin with. With his additional, unstinting infusion of power, their starting point had long since far surpassed that of other Martial Masters, and even Innate cultivators. Qin Fangyang knew this well.
But producing a figure like this was also ample proof of Wan Lixiu's everyday efforts!
His own infusion of power was nothing for Qin Fangyang to be proud of, but Wan Lixiu's own hard work made him feel deeply that it had all been worthwhile!
He was truly gratified!
In the end, my painstaking efforts haven't been wasted.
"Yes."
Li Chenglong neatly recorded the figure on the little slip of paper he had brought: Wan Lixiu, fifty-eight thousand five hundred.
Wan Lixiu held the posture of her punch, her eyes fixed on the screen. Only