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Chapter 86: 【079】Strength 2.0

Chapter 86: 【079】Strength 2.0

[Name: Wang Longhu]

[Strength: 1.85]

[Constitution: 2.00 (Limit)]

[Spirit: 0.99]

[Skills: Basic Fitness Lv3 (100/300), Three Forms Lv4 (5/400), Xingyi Boxing Lv4 (80/400), Lightweight Skill Lv3 (200/300), Baji Fist Lv2 (70/200)]

[Potential Points: 0.15]

After the fight that night, Wang Longhu’s Xingyi Boxing unknowingly increased to Lv.4, Baji Fist also rose to Lv.2, and even his Lightweight Skill was close to leveling up.

For Wang Longhu, who had just woken up, this was undoubtedly a pleasant surprise.

Although he had long known that practicing martial arts in more dangerous places increases proficiency more, he did not expect such miraculous effects in life-and-death duels.

Seeing the abundant 0.15 potential points, Wang Longhu directly allocated them all to Strength.

Instantly, following Constitution, Wang Longhu’s Strength also reached the human limit of 2.0.

An indescribable sense of power erupted within him, making Wang Longhu feel incredibly comfortable. No joke, if Nalan Lei were to come back to life at this moment, he would definitely not be able to withstand a punch from Wang Longhu.

Because his Strength has already reached the pinnacle of human physical limits.

Crack, crack, crack!

As Wang Longhu’s shoulders shrugged and his muscles loosened, a popping sound like oil frying beans exploded from within, catching Hong Wentai’s astonished gaze.

He had seen people loosening their muscles and bones before, but it was the first time he witnessed it as loud as Wang Longhu’s.

"Wang Longhu, have you already reached the Dark Force?" Hong Wentai asked enviously.

He had seen Wang Longhu’s bout with Nalan Lei last night and could guess some clues, to which Wang Longhu did not deny, nodding directly in response: "Yes."

"Genius, truly a genius. Nowadays, even practicing to Ming Jin is considered a master, but you’ve reached Dark Force, it’s hard to find anyone in the civilian world to match you." Hong Wentai sighed.

Wang Longhu curiously asked: "Then where did the Dark Force masters go? Doesn’t Wen City’s Martial Arts Association have any?"

"No, our president is just a beginner in Ming Jin, not as powerful in sparring as Nalan Lei. Dark Force isn’t so easy to practice.

If out of a hundred thousand Martial Artists one reaches Ming Jin, then it takes a million to produce a Dark Force, and it must be a Martial Artist who has trained hard from a young age without any worldly distractions.

Nowadays, young people have to study, play games, date, work to earn a living, so who has the time to indulge in martial arts practice? It’s unlikely to produce a Dark Force in the civilian world. Only in the military’s focused environment is there hope."

Wang Longhu deeply agreed with Hong Wentai’s response.

When a Ming Jin Martial Artist fights with ordinary people, without sharp weapons, a single Ming Jin Martial Artist can fight ten people because ordinary people cannot withstand the punches of Ming Jin, let alone group attacks to drain the Martial Artist’s stamina.

Once reaching Dark Force, such experts can break stones and open tablets when exerting full force, breaking bones with a single punch. In reality, this verges on the extraordinary, nearly non-human.

Such power is not easy to obtain, and naturally, not everyone has the opportunity to possess it.

Wang Longhu sat in the accompanying chair by the hospital bed, feeling complicated. When he had just returned to Dong County, he only intended to seek a chance through martial arts to fight against the cancer within himself. He never expected to reach such a martial arts level in the end.

Ever since his Constitution reached 2.0, Wang Longhu no longer felt any physical discomfort. Even without going back to the hospital for reexamination, he could feel that his lung cancer was almost cured.

Miracles happen when you crazily enhance Constitution.

In this way, his initial purpose was achieved, and Wang Longhu’s mood became much more relaxed.

"What do you plan to do next?" Hong Wentai asked casually.

"Me? Probably just stay in Dong County, continue to muddle along, practice martial arts, and if I have time, start a live stream to earn some money for living expenses." Wang Longhu laughed.

"That’s such a pity, it’s simply wasting your own talent, Wang Longhu. After reaching Dark Force, advancing further largely depends on comprehension. Staying in Dong County all the time, you will find it difficult to make any great achievements. I hope you can go out and explore more. The hope of achieving Huajin is great."

Facing Hong Wentai’s persuasion, Wang Longhu smiled: "We’ll see, in this world, no matter how strong you make your martial arts, what’s the use? Still afraid of knives, bullets, missiles, and nuclear bombs. I think it’s best to let yourself live happily."

"Sigh." Hong Wentai sighed and said no more.

People have their own aspirations. It’s like having a talent as someone 190cm tall, weighing 300 pounds, who can run 100 meters in less than 9 seconds but chooses a nine-to-five job instead of sports.

It’s like a woman 175cm tall, with fair skin and an extremely beautiful appearance akin to a Celestial Immortal, who doesn’t become a star but chooses to marry an ordinary man and be a housewife.

It’s like a child genius with amazing learning abilities, who doesn’t go to school but chooses to work in a factory.

When a person with talent doesn’t utilize it, it makes those around them feel regret and pity.

Otherwise, why would people feel so heartbroken over the passing of Bruce Lee, Michael Jackson, and Huang Jiaju? It’s because if they were alive, they would have added more wonders to this world.

Wang Longhu picked up his phone from the bedside table and checked if he had missed any important messages during his coma.

Seeing the time, he realized he had been unconscious on the hospital bed for two whole days, yet after waking up, he didn’t feel any hunger or thirst, showing that his constitution was indeed extraordinary now.

[Mom: Is work going well recently? Remember to eat on time, don’t let your stomach go empty, it’s bad for health]

[Ye Yuanpei: Are you free recently? Lin Haitao and I want to treat you to a meal to thank you for your help last time]

[Zheng Dongliang: Damn, bro, did your house get robbed? I went to find you today and couldn’t see you]

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Faced with the few messages, Wang Longhu typed out responses one by one.

Just as he sent the message, Ye Yuanpei called with a voice message on WeChat, enthusiastically inviting Wang Longhu to dinner at his place tonight. Remembering the precious and coveted Tiger Bone Wine at Ye Yuanpei’s residence, Wang Longhu thought for a moment and agreed.

In this world, only potential points should not be let down.

"Are you going out?" Hong Wentai, lying in bed, asked.

Wang Longhu nodded: "Mm, going to a friend’s house for dinner."

"Be careful. I always feel like there’s still someone in Dong County eyeing the Marrow Cleansing Scripture. The opposition won’t easily give up until they succeed. Since the first gun appeared, no one can guarantee there won’t be a second one."

Facing Hong Wentai’s reminder, Wang Longhu nodded seriously with deep recognition: "I will."

He then walked out of the ward in his patient gown.