High-Martial World: System Arrives 30 Years Late Chapter 255 - 218: 3,000 Battle Power? That’s Just Su Mu’s P

He just turned around to report on work for a mont, and a villa was gone...

Hong Lie’s mouth twitched. He guessed it must have been Su Mu’s doing. He imdiately spoke in a deep voice, "What’s there to see? Disperse, everyone return to your posts."

"If you’re full of energy, then do extra physical training for ."

"Yes, sir!"

Upon hearing about extra physical training, the soldiers who gathered to watch suddenly changed their expressions and quickly dispersed in unison.

Hong Lie looked down at the half-ter wide, deeper-than-a-person trench on the road, vaguely sensing the heat emanating from it.

At the sa ti, a width of less than half a ter indicated that the power of heaven and earth was highly concentrated.

He was startled inside, realizing that Su Mu’s use of the power of heaven and earth was not simple; this utilization of power could easily leave his initial grandmaster self far behind.

However, Hong Lie didn’t feel embarrassed; how could he compare with the Dragon Ascending Demon? Besides, the person in front of him was the one who recently led to the restart of the Dawn Plan in the Southern War Zone.

Slightly raising his head, Hong Lie looked at that open-style villa split in half, and suddenly a strong curiosity arose in his heart.

The villa assigned to Su Mu wasn’t handed out casually. The materials of this villa were unique, and the basent was built ten ters deep underground, cast integrally with special alloy. Even an ordinary First Forging Grandmaster would struggle to inflict such damage with a Martial Arts Golden Body.

To cause such destruction, what would Su Mu’s power level be?

Filled with anticipation, there were only three people left on the scene. Hong Lie straightforwardly asked.

"Captain Su, you were testing your power just now, did this strike break a thousand?"

Breaking a thousand?

It should count.

Su Mu nodded.

Hong Lie’s eyes brightened; above the grandmaster level, there isn’t an exact asurent standard, only vague boundaries.

Martial artists experience a leap in power when advancing to grandmaster level and condensing a Martial Arts Golden Body, magnifying the differences between different Talented Martial Artists.

Even among the lowest First Forging Grandmasters, the gap can be enormous. The difference between an ordinary grandmaster and a demon can be more than double.

In the current martial arts circle, it’s generally acknowledged that the basic requirent for a grandmaster’s strike using the power of heaven and earth is to break a thousand.

The Qi and Blood of a Second Forging Grandmaster, the Qi Blood Purity of a Great Grandmaster, a punching power more than six tis that of a grandmaster; right now, Su Mu’s power was entirely at the grandmaster level.

It can be said that the Su Mu in front of them, aside from his rank, is indeed a genuine Martial Arts Grandmaster!

No wonder in the selection competition, apart from Sikong Ba and Gu Ming, everyone else seed like chicks in Su Mu’s hands.

Hiss-----

Upon hearing the conversation between the two, Lieutenant Mu Feng couldn’t help but gasp. Although she was only a Fifth Level Martial Artist, she understood that breaking a thousand in power was enough to rival a grandmaster.

That’s a thousand tons of force!

Hong Lie continued to ask.

"Is it two thousand?"

Upon hearing this, Mu Feng was even more astonished and saw Su Mu nodding again.

Just as Su Mu was about to speak, Hong Lie continued his inquiry, "Three thousand?"

Interrupted in mid-sentence, Su Mu hesitated slightly but nodded.

Seeing this, Hong Lie thought to himself that this was likely Su Mu’s limit, and he was ecstatic.

Three thousand in power, he believed, surpassed more than eighty percent of the First Forging Grandmasters in the world.

"Good kid, well done. If you demolished the villa, so be it." Hong Lie confird this.

These words left Mu Feng slightly stunned.

After moving closer and inspecting the underground cultivation room, Hong Lie, thinking about the imminent restart of the Dawn Plan, decided to keep a detailed record and asked again, "What was the exact power of that strike?"

Even as he asked, Hong Lie had an estimate in his heart.

It’s probably just over three thousand.

"Specifically... 13,155." Su Mu calmly replied.

"Hmm, that’s pretty good."

Hong Lie nodded, hearing the number he predicted, roughly matching his suspicions, 3,155...

But in an instant, his expression changed dramatically, and he quickly turned around.

"What? I think I misheard; what was the number before the three thousand you just said?"

"Su Mu, say it again!"

"13,155."

At that mont, a tidal wave of emotion surged inside Hong Lie, overwhelming joy delivered an indescribable impact, causing him a mont of disorientation.

13,155...

At this mont, Hong Lie felt like cursing. A power level breaking ten thousand, what kind of power should a Sixth Level Martial Artist have?

He had guessed most of it, but hadn’t guessed the most crucial point: three thousand was just the tip of Su Mu’s power iceberg.

Upon hearing Su Mu repeat the number, Mu Feng, standing beside, was slack-jawed, face full of disbelief, as if questioning her existence.

Who am I?

Where am I?

Why am I here...

Once he snapped out of it, Hong Lie jumped directly into the underground cultivation room without a second thought, ignoring the dust that was still falling. He walked briskly to the golden wall.

On the golden wall was a not-too-shallow sword mark, causing Hong Lie’s pupils to contract sharply.

"Damn, this kid is terrifying."

His throat moved as he swallowed hard, looking up at the instrunt display screen.

There was an extrely conspicuous set of red numbers.

Power: 13,155

Hong Lie swallowed hard again, his breathing beca unusually rapid; everything was true!

He had been wrong.

Wrong beyond belief; if in the selection competition Su Mu had used his full strength, Sikong Ba and Gu Ming were also just chicks.

Hong Lie promptly stretched out his hand to the device on his wrist, recorded this result, then erased this power data.

After erging from the underground cultivation room, Hong Lie was unable to hide his ecstasy.

The Dawn Plan in the Southern War Zone had failed several tis, not just here, but the entire Huaxia Military Departnt had never succeeded in the Dawn Plan.

But this ti, Hong Lie truly saw hope. Maybe this ti it would succeed because Su Mu appeared!

"Su Mu, you’ve done well, very well!"

"The villa’s demolition was well done; it needed to be demolished anyway."

"If you can break three to five thousand in power level before reaching grandmaster level, not just one building, even a hundred, a thousand would be yours to smash, as many as you please..."

Coming out with a soot-covered face, Hong Lie grabbed Su Mu’s shoulders and laughed wildly, lost in massive joy, having lost a bit of rationality, saying things without thinking by the third statent.

"What, a thousand buildings?"

"Wouldn’t that be a demolition team? The South China War Zone Demolition Team?"

Mu Feng finally ca to her senses. As soon as she did, Hong Lie’s startling claim t her ears, instinctively blurting out two sentences.

Su Mu paused, feeling sowhat awkward. Indeed, it was unintentional twice. His pursuit was the Martial Arts Peak of the Ninth Level Martial Saint, not the South China War Zone Demolition Squad.

"But breaking three to five thousand in power levels before grandmaster level..."

"Perhaps it’s possible."

While Hong Lie was speaking nonsense, Su Mu took it seriously, his eyes slightly narrowed, thinking to himself.