Can’t control it?
Zhang Beixing understood readily, having roughly guessed by now.
Suddenly rising from a Class B Martial Artist to a Great Grandmaster-level Martial Artist.
The difference in combat power here is even greater than between a three-year-old child and the world champion in kickboxing.
Zhang Beixing once thought that it was quite extraordinary that Leng Bing hadn’t died from being unable to withstand this explosive power.
"Try slapping this table in front of you."
Zhang Beixing said.
The table in front of Leng Bing was made of stainless steel.
Its thickness was considerable as well.
Even aiming at this table with a submachine gun would likely require emptying a magazine to penetrate it.
Leng Bing nodded, closed his eyes to gather himself for a mont, and then struck boldly.
His palm speed wasn’t fast.
He lightly slapped the table surface.
The stainless steel table, evidently so hard, was now shattered as if it were tofu, with the four table corners even piercing through the floor.
The four corners created four holes.
The four legs followed and fell to the next floor.
Not an empty floor; Harley Yous and so of his closest subordinates were discussing matters together.
Two unlucky fellows were hit on the head by the table legs suddenly dropping from above.
Causing massive bleeding in an instant, with one unfortunate soul even knocked unconscious, about to lose consciousness.
The group exchanged bewildered glances, failing to react to what had happened.
Harley Yous looked as if he had just eaten dirt—his face as dark as could be.
An unwarranted disaster!
They hadn’t done anything downstairs, yet still managed to get injured!
Harley Yous let his subordinates scatter and went upstairs alone to see what’s going on.
He considered himself quite hospitable to Zhang Beixing, yet such a thing had happened, which was indeed a bit excessive!
...
"Is this... my power?"
Leng Bing stared in disbelief, his eyes wide.
Looking at his slightly trembling hand.
Unable to withstand the sudden surge of power.
Several small blood vessels erupted along with the skin.
Now the hand was covered in blood, not from table fragnts, but entirely from the burst vessels.
He didn’t care about the pain at all.
The beatings and injuries he endured over the past few days were far more painful than this.
Zhang Beixing stood by, observed for a mont, then said, "I understand now; because it’s the potion forcibly activating all your body potential and talent, it’s like a premature fulfillnt, bringing your current power."
"But your physical condition hasn’t caught up yet, so you can’t control this power well, leading to such results."
"You should refrain from using it, and try to recover your body before mastering control. If your body isn’t injured, that casual slap wouldn’t burst the blood vessels in your body."
Zhang Beixing analyzed it, feeling pretty much spot-on.
"However, even if you fully recover, at most you can exert a Grandmaster’s combat power; that’s within a normal human’s domain."
"A Great Grandmaster-level power isn’t within the realm of normal humans; you must catch up to use it. Otherwise, fighting soone could lead to hurting yourself, like in the Seven-Injury Fist style."
After Zhang Beixing finished speaking, Leng Bing fell silent.
He’s not stupid; he could understand the reasoning behind Zhang Beixing’s words.
Yet he already had the power, but couldn’t use it...
It felt very frustrating, no matter how he thought about it.
"Thank you, Minister Zhang, for traveling far to rescue ; you are my savior..."
Leng Bing’s words shifted, speaking earnestly next.
"Minister Zhang, I want to have this power; I know you bestowed this great power upon , you are my benefactor."
"I want to join The Ninth Bureau, to work with you. I want to learn alongside you..."
Confronting Leng Bing’s sudden request to join The Ninth Bureau, Zhang Beixing was montarily stunned.
However, thinking carefully, there wasn’t really any issue.
It seed like Leng Bing’s only path forward.
In the Great Grandmaster and even stronger realms, Zhang Beixing was the lone pioneer.
He abruptly gained such powerful strength.
To find the path ahead, he can only follow Zhang Beixing, or else there’s no possibility.
In his current situation, without finding soone to help, not to ntion progressing, even avoiding a burst death is difficult.
Zhang Beixing stared at him, not agreeing imdiately, only speaking after a while, "Follow Professor Makely first."
Professor Makely?
Seeing Zhang Beixing’s gaze suggesting the direction of the door, Leng Bing looked puzzled.
Then he saw a blonde, curly-haired lady standing at the door, observing their conversation and actions.
Seeing this European-faced woman, Leng Bing’s first reaction was caution.
The constant undercover operations kept him very wary of anyone.
It was only when seeing Zhang Beixing that he felt so safety inside.
"Professor Makely is the top research talent I brought back from the DE Organization Lanxi Branch; I plan to take her to Great Xia, to contribute to our nation’s developnt."
Zhang Beixing said with a smile, "Don’t underestimate Professor Makely because of her youth and beauty. You beca a Great Grandmaster through the potion she developed."
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