Abandoned the Immortal Cultivator, returned to his hometown to farm and sing

Chapter 1165 1155. The Newcomer is a Monster
Luo Yihang took Bo Zhihong into the entertainment room.

Seeing so many people inside.

He smiled and said, "Why are you all here? Have you played?"

In his eyes, this machine is just a toy. It can only test the pure peak strength, but cannot measure explosive power, penetration, nerve reaction, and muscle control.

Even in the peak strength test, the upper limit is only one thousand kilograms.

As long as Luo Yihang wants to attack, he can blow him up in one blow.

As for Luo Yihang's question, no one answered, and many people even smiled and turned their heads away.

Luo Yihang looked at the display screen and understood. He was really hit.

Then he smiled and pointed at [357] on the display screen and asked, "Who typed it? Not bad."

Luo Qingcai raised his hand, "Boss, I called."

Luo Yihang went over and patted his chest, praising him: "You are so strong now. You can catch up with lightweight boxers without training for a day. If you practice hard..."

Luo Yihang looked Luo Qingcai up and down and said, "With your physique, you can reach the heavyweight level."

Anyway, he has definitely reached the required weight. The standard for the heavyweight class is a weight over 91.25 kilograms. With Luo Qingcai's current size, he must weigh at least kilograms.

Luo Qingcai laughed and retorted, "It's not that I haven't practiced before. I practiced with you for three months."

Luo Yihang waved his hand, "That's just playing, not professional."

"Then what should I practice?"

"You have a stable lower body, why don't you practice boxing? It's also good as a hobby."

"Hey, I'm going to sign up for a class."

Luo Qingcai is very obedient and does whatever the boss says.

The two were chatting.

Pi Luyang suddenly said, "357 kg of punching power, only lightweight?"

It’s not that he hasn’t watched boxing matches. In his eyes, the heavyweight class is the real boxing.

Lightweight?
Tsk, they are just two skinny monkeys, jumping around like fleas. They don’t hurt or itch at all when you touch them suddenly.

Now tell me, those two fleas, feel them, more than 300 kilograms???
Converted into pressure, it is equivalent to three 200-pound fat men pressing on your body at the same time, squeezing your intestines out.

It was Xiao Zhao again, dragging his phone, turning into an indifferent query machine, "Lightweight boxers have a punching force of 300 to 500 kilograms, and those who are stable above 400 kilograms are excellent; middleweights have a punching force of 500 to 800 kilograms, and heavyweights have a punching force of more than 800 kilograms. At his peak, Tyson's punching force exceeded 1000 kilograms."

Finally, he didn’t forget to say, “Don’t use your hobby to challenge other people’s careers.”

Okay, that's pretty cold.

One thousand kilograms?
Ten 200-pound fat men pressing on you?

How many kilograms did you say it would cost to kill a cow? 800, I guess.

Tyson can really beat a bull to death, as long as his bones are intact...

Damn, the gap between people is really bigger than that between people and dogs.

Pi Luyang swallowed hard.

Well, I swallowed it too early.

Soon he will be able to see with his own eyes the difference between people.
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While Luo Yihang was chatting, Bo Zhihong was warming up.

He knew this machine was for him.

Moreover, Luo Qingcai, a man who had never received any training, could actually punch 357 kilograms.

It was two kilograms more than the punching force he tested before coming to Ping'angou.

He has been practicing martial arts since he was young, training in the coldest days of winter and the hottest days of summer, without slacking off for even a single day. He is a genius that is praised by everyone in the sect.

The pride in his bones would never allow him to lose to an untrained amateur.

"Boss, I'm ready." Bo Zhihong greeted after stretching his whole body.

After getting Luo Yihang's approval.

Walk slowly to the tester fixed on the wall.

I picked out a pair of black boxing gloves and put them on.

Pi Luyang asked curiously, "Why are you wearing gloves? None of them are wearing them."

If it were a few months ago, Bo Zhihong would have ignored such provocative words and might even have gotten angry and turned hostile.

But now, influenced by Luo Qingcai and his friends, he has become much calmer.

He turned his head to look at Pi Luyang and simply replied: "My punches are strong, and my hands will hurt if I hit them with bare hands."

"Oh." Pi Luyang didn't say anything else.

In his heart, he was complaining, "Tsk, no one else is indifferent, only you are delicate." He forgot the time when he and Liu Hanpeng were holding hands and jumping around.

Luo Qingcai also nodded, "It does hurt."

Eh eh eh?
Luo Qingcai is also in pain?
...Is the world of strongmen different from that of ordinary people?

How novel! The action and reaction are equal in magnitude.

Bo Zhihong stopped talking and turned back to look at the target.

Then take a horse stance.

Take a deep breath and clench your fists under your ribs.

It was the same action as Luo Shaoan did before.

After a similar two-second pause, a loud shout came out: "I'll fight!"

boom! !

A heavy punch hit the target.

It felt as if the walls were shaking.

Shit, the feeling was right, dirt was falling down on my head.

This requires a lot of strength.

The numbers on the display screen scrolled by at a whooshing speed, lasting even longer than when Luo Qingcai threw that punch just now.

This time it took so long, more than ten seconds, before the three digits were finally fixed.

【527】

The first digit is - five.

"527 kilograms!!" Pi Luyang screamed and jumped up in fright.

Is this newcomer a monster?
One is better than five of them? ?

Beast, real beast, monster... My knowledge increases so quickly.

Pi Luyang's shout also woke up the guys who were looking at their chins on the ground.

It was noisy all around.

Liu Hanpeng and other rookies gave up after seeing the number of over 500. “People are different. Let’s just go our separate ways. It’s good to be an ordinary person.”

However, Caibao and other even more inexperienced people were full of fighting spirit. If they couldn't beat the monster, how could they beat Pi Luyang?

They all shouted, "Get a gym membership!", "Lift weights!", "Buy private lessons!"

After a few sentences, it became, "Hey, which brand of sports shoes/fitness gloves/fitness bags/fascia guns are cost-effective and look professional?"

Whether you practice or not, just buy the equipment first, and see if you can stick with it for three months later...

But Bo Zhihong was not awakened.

He continued to stare at the numbers on the screen, the corners of his mouth gradually curling up.

He felt that his strength had increased, but he didn't expect it to be so much.

Luo Yihang glanced at the numbers and sighed inwardly, thinking that talent was really unreasonable.

Yin Hao once said that this kid would gain strength the more he ate, and the more he ate, the more he gained.

But I didn’t know it would rise so fast.

Before coming to Ping'angou, his punching strength was measured at 355 kg, reaching the threshold for a lightweight boxer.

In just a few months, he already weighed 527 kg, a full increase of 172 kg, reaching the middleweight standard.

How high is this guy's natural testosterone level?

Otherwise slice it.

Luo Yihang secretly complained in his heart. To be honest, he was jealous.

If he had not cultivated immortality, if he had not had the Qingyin ability to absorb spiritual energy into his body, Luo Yihang would never have been able to reach Bo Zhihong's level.

And surpass it?
Turned into ashes in seconds.

Such talent cannot be wasted.

Bo Zhihong is a warrior, not a boxer, and does not pursue pure strength.

He wants to go to the UFC...

"Xiao Zhao, check the punching power of UGC players at all levels." Luo Yihang ordered.

(End of this chapter)