Chapter 42: Holy Crap (2/2)

Xu Cheng took back his hand and then sent another punch at the target.

Bang!

228!

This time, everyone was dumbfounded and began suspecting that the dynamometer was experiencing a bug or something. Was there an error with that score?

Xu Cheng withdrew his fist and sent another punch!

288!

The female instructor’s pupil enlarged, and she started looking at Xu Cheng with a hint of fright and shock.

The two recruits also swallowed their saliva, and the young masters and their women didn’t know what was going on. The whole place was so silent that a needle dropping could be heard.

Xu Cheng withdrew his fist, and punched again!

368!

Withdrawing, he punched again!

455!

And again!

750!

This time, everyone could no longer pretend to be calm. Especially those three young masters. They swallowed their saliva, feeling a chill crawl down their spine. Immediately they thought if they actually started something with this guy, could this guy’s punch directly turn them into vegetables?

Thinking that Tyson’s 450 kg punch was enough to knock someone out, 750 was just too…

However, Xu Cheng didn’t show any sign of stopping. This time, he slowly withdrew his fist as if he was drawing back a slingshot. He didn’t notice that when he was preparing for the last punch, the female instructor that was about to leave had already turned around in her steps and was looking at him without blinking. Actually, everyone was looking at him, too scared to blink.

With a low roar, Xu Cheng threw his fist, and with a loud bang, the giant dynamometer machine shook violently from the impact.

Then, the data that jumped out on the monitor shocked everyone to the point of having an existential crisis.

1257!

The sound of people swallowing their saliva could be heard everywhere.

Xu Cheng looked at his fist, feeling as though he was missing something… Oh right, the run-up!

He took back a few steps and accidentally bumped into Zhou. Xu Cheng glanced at him. “Please move away.”

Before Xu Cheng could finish, Zhou ran to the side like a mouse seeing a cat, as if Xu Cheng was like a powerful meat grinder, giving off a strong oppressive pressure.

Then, Xu Cheng charged forward, and when he was about a meter away from the machine, he suddenly jumped up. His fist rose high up into the sky and slammed down.

Bam! A puff of white smoke started rising from the machine, and with some electric sounds, the machine directly became wasted and caught on fire.

Behind Xu Cheng, everyone, including that cold and prideful female instructor, was looking at this scene with their mouths open, shocked to their cores.

The dynamometer was destroyed with one punch? Holy crap, how powerful was that punch?

Seeing the machine broken, Xu Cheng’s eyes opened up wide as well. “Oh crap, I can’t see the stats on that last punch.”

But when he realized that he screwed up the machine, so he immediately quietly left as if he had nothing to do with it. He just went out of the door, just leaving behind a bunch of people that were standing there dumbfounded.