Chapter 79: Eight Thousand Points Just for a Gym?
A dull boom rang out, instantly silencing the noisy training in the morning square.
The standard-issue wooden training sword in Lin Xuan's hand was still two meters from the waist-high bluestone before him, its blade already stopped in midair.
But in that instant, the air visibly distorted. Then a transparent white shock wave struck the bluestone.
Crack.
There was no smooth cut. The hard granite burst apart unevenly down the middle, scattering fragments that clattered against the tiled ground.
Lin Xuan slowly lowered his sword and let out a long, stale breath. The white vapor lingered in the morning breeze without dispersing.
Sweat dripped down his sharply defined jaw, but he felt no fatigue. Instead, his muscles and bones felt thoroughly loosened up.
With his current physique, ten thousand sword swings were only a warm-up.
The silence in the square lasted three seconds.
"You've got to be kidding."
Someone swallowed first, the sound unusually clear in the quiet square. "That was a wooden sword? Just an ordinary wooden sword, right? No Haki coating, and it didn't even touch..."
"Can a human really have that much strength in their arms?"
The Marine soldiers who had been sweating through their swings behind him all stopped moving.
The wooden swords in their hands suddenly felt heavy.
Someone looked down at the little puddle of sweat at his feet, then at the tiles cracked beneath Lin Xuan's feet and the shattered bluestone. A sense of helplessness spread through the crowd.
They had put everything into five hundred swings, and their arms were already too sore to lift. Every movement was a struggle against aching muscles.
Yet that young man had finished ten thousand and still looked completely fine, even shattering stone with wind pressure.
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