Wang Chong did not bring many men, taking only eight hundred Wind-Treading Cavalry down the mountain. Two hours later, he caught up with the Ling Prefecture Prefecture army, which was marching at a forced pace.
Without the slightest hesitation, he led his men straight into their camp. His spear had barely skewered five or six ordinary soldiers when an officer came to meet him. He thought nothing of it and swept his spear out, using no exquisite technique, only sheer speed. The Ling Prefecture Prefecture officer raised both arms and channeled his strength into his long lance to block. Wang Chong's spear clung to it lightly. This was merely an ordinary Flower Hidden in the Leaves: the brief contact was meant to delay the enemy's weapon slightly, after which his spearpoint would withdraw and dart out again, slipping around the enemy's weapon. It was an extremely effective swift killing move on the battlefield.
Yet at that brief contact, Wang Chong felt an immense force make his spear falter, actually knocking it two or three inches aside. He could no longer carry out the moves that followed.
Slightly surprised, he estimated inwardly, This fellow is tremendously strong-he can lift at least seven or eight hundred jin!
The strength of military officers in this world was measured by how much weight they could lift through brute force. After all, lifting heavy objects was easy to compare and extremely straightforward. But just as a top heavyweight boxer's punch carried more than twice the force represented by the world weightlifting record, this did not mean his raw strength was greater; rather, his fist reached a speed of over forty kilometers an hour. These were different ways of exerting force, and strength manifested differently as well. This officer could lift seven or eight hundred jin,