"Fine, then I’ll let you die in utter despair."
Zhao Tianba wasted no words, stepped forward to the wall, gathered his strength in his right hand, and then punched the wall fiercely.
"Bang!"
With a loud noise, the load-bearing wall shook violently, and then the number on the asuring screen began to soar crazily.
"500kg."
Qin Fang looked at the number that had stopped and took a deep breath.
Lin Canghai and Wu Xiaoyu were also quite shocked; punching with a force of a thousand jin, is this still a human?
In fact, after cultivators break through to the martial master realm, they have already left the realm of ordinary people. As cultivation continues to grow, the strength and power of a martial master also beco greater.
"Heh, did you see that? That’s the gap."
Zhao Tianba looked at Long Ao with a smug expression.
"The gap is indeed not small, several tis higher than Fu Renjie, impressive, impressive."
Long Ao appeared calm but took it seriously in his heart.
Hearing this, Fu Renjie’s face beca even more unsightly; he hadn’t expected that with just one level of difference, the power gap would be so huge.
"Stubborn as a dead duck."
Seeing Long Ao’s calm deanor, Zhao Tianba felt a burst of irritation, and then with a crazy cultivation effort, gathered strength into his fist and struck the wall forcefully.
With another loud noise, the display screen’s number rose again, finally stopping at 600kg, an increase of another 200 jin.
"Damn it, how do we even win now?"
Lin Canghai had a sullen face; the attack power of a Cross Training Martial Master was just too terrifying.
"Well, are you scared now?"
Zhao Tianba looked at Long Ao again, wanting to see a frightened look on his face, but he was destined for disappointnt.
"There’s still one more chance; if you’re capable, increase it by another 200."
Long Ao squinted his eyes and said calmly.
"Hmph, my current score is already enough to crush you."
Zhao Tianba snorted coldly, then once again cultivated and attacked, but the score did not exceed 600kg, ending with 600kg.
"It’s your turn now."
Zhao Tianba stepped aside, watching Long Ao with a playful reminder.
"It’s really a headache."
Long Ao sighed, got up, and approached the wall, beginning to analyze the situation internally.
"This number is beyond my control, but not without a chance. To beat Zhao Tianba, I only need to get a score higher than 600kg."
Long Ao stared at the wall, analyzing internally: "Three attempts allowed, take the highest score; generally, the first is to probe, the second is the peak, as for the third, stamina is mostly depleted, making it hard to achieve a better score.
In that case, I only need to land one hit above 600kg to win."
With this judgnt, Long Ao put on gloves, with a plan in mind.
In the current situation, to win, he no longer needed any probing; just one strike with all his force would decide the victory or defeat.
"Hey, what’s taking you so long? Hurry up and make your move; I’m waiting for your fifty million to co through."
Seeing Long Ao not making a move imdiately, Zhao Tianba impatiently urged.
"Huff huff, I’m not anxious, so why are you?"
Long Ao rolled his eyes at Zhao Tianba in exasperation, then turned to face the wall, focusing intensely as he concentrated all his strength into his fist.
"Roar."
After preparing, Long Ao stepped forward suddenly, his right fist pumling the wall like a cannonball.
After the loud bang, the number on the display screen started to surge, but when the number reached about five hundred eighty-nine, the speed began to slow.
"Hahaha, seems like this is all you’ve got, huh?"
Zhao Tianba couldn’t help but laugh loudly.
"Big guy, what are you so happy about? The result’s not out yet, is it?"
Wu Xiaoyu glared at Zhao Tianba, protesting discontentedly.
Then, everyone intently watched the number on the display slowly climb.
When the number reached 600kg, Zhao Tianba’s expression turned grim, and the next mont, the number that was about to stop increased one more ti, finally landing at 602kg.
"He won!"
Seeing the final outco, Wu Xiaoyu jumped up excitedly.
"How could this be?"
Zhao Tianba was dumbfounded; he had almost won, and it was so illogical for him to lose to a peer-level Inner Martial Master despite being a Cross Training Martial Master.
"Pfft!"
Seeing his score, Long Ao breathed a sigh of relief, then spat out a mouthful of blood, his face instantly turning pale.
"Long brother (Long Ao)!"
Tang Ming and the others hurried forward.
"I’m fine, just overexerted myself and got exhausted."
Long Ao waved his hand and said bitterly, "Right now, I don’t have any strength left; even an ordinary person could knock down."
"How could this happen?"
Wu Xiaoyu asked nervously with concern.
"He unleashed all his power at once to achieve this score; impressive, very impressive."
Tang Ming observed clearly and praised with admiration.
"Wow, you really went all out."
Lin Canghai admired Long Ao, "If this attempt didn’t yield a good score, you wouldn’t have the strength to try again, would you?"
"If using all my strength couldn’t defeat the opponent, more attempts would yield the sa result."
Long Ao smiled indifferently; he’d already considered all possible outcos before making his move.
"Judges, he doesn’t need to make another attempt; his current score should be his highest; is that alright?"
Tang Ming supported Long Ao, smiled, and asked Qin Fang.
"If the participant consents, there’s no issue."
Qin Fang nodded and announced, "Long Ao’s final score is 602kg."
"Damn it, this is infuriating."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Tianba was almost furious beyond asure; he had been confident in winning this round, only to lose to Long Ao like this, leaving him utterly aggrieved.
"It’s your own fault for being an idiot and going first."
Qian Bujun scoffed, speaking playfully, "With a benchmark number, he’d pretty much have an idea of what he needs, otherwise, if you let him go first, even if he gathered all his strength, he might not have achieved such a score."
"Shut up, do I need you to ddle in my affairs?"
Seeing Qian Bujun taunting him, Zhao Tianba snarled with a ferocious expression.
"Serves you right for losing."
Qian Bujun sneered and stepped forward boldly, "Lin Canghai, I’ll bet with you this round; if you lose, leave Xiaoyun imdiately. If I lose, I’ll avoid any place you and Xiaoyun appear. Do you dare accept the challenge?"
"Bring it on; why would I be afraid..."
Lin Canghai puffed out his chest, ready to confront; with both Wu Xiaoyu and Long Ao having won, he had no reason to back down against a Sixth Level Inner Martial Master.
"He won’t agree to your terms."
Tang Ming interrupted Lin Canghai, smiled, and said, "I’ll decide for Lin Canghai, and refuse your challenge."
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