Chapter 96

I didn't expect there to be such a place in the Sisterhood Workshop. It looks like it was where Chen Xiaoli used to practice. Why do I say 'used to'? Because it's clear that this place hasn't been visited for a long time.

The equipment here is clearly for physical training. After achieving the Martial Artist realm, one has internal strength to temper the body, so the need to use this equipment diminishes.

Seeing the dust everywhere, Chen Xiaoli seemed a bit embarrassed and directly led the three of them to a corner.

There stood a huge iron block, about the size of a truck, lying quietly on the ground. In the center was a half-meter circular protrusion covered with a soft black leather.

On the side were three circular dials, labeled with the characters 'Disciple,' 'Master,' and 'Patriarch.' The needles on all three dials were at zero. After some thought, Chen Dasheng concluded that they must be related to strength.

Sure enough, Chen Xiaoli soon explained, "This strength tester was provided by the state three years ago. Although it's outdated, this primitive strength tester is much more convenient to use compared to others, and most importantly, it doesn't require electricity or fuel."

"Xiaoli, how do you use this thing?" Nangong Zixuan, intrigued by the large machine, asked. She had used strength testers before, but this one looked much older.

"It hasn't been used for a long time, so I'm not sure if it still works. You can try it out. Just use all your strength to hit this spot," Chen Xiaoli pointed to the black leather protrusion and said to Nangong Zixuan.

Nangong Zixuan excitedly walked over, stood in front of the tester, and slightly crouched into a horse stance, lifting her right hand.

"Ha!"

With a fierce cry, Nangong Zixuan's powerful punch slammed into the black leather. Immediately, Chen Dasheng saw the 'Master' and 'Disciple' dials start to spin, especially the 'Disciple' dial, which spun rapidly.

"How much? How much?" After the punch, Nangong Zixuan immediately ran over to Chen Dasheng.

Chen Dasheng leaned in to look at the dials, carefully counting the marks, and said, "Hmm, 5.1!"

The needle on the 'Master' dial had moved five major marks, and the needle on the 'Disciple' dial had spun several times, finally stopping at the first major mark. Chen Dasheng read out the value, unsure of what it meant.

Chen Xiaoli said, "Five Master's strength, Zixuan, not bad!"

Hearing Chen Xiaoli's praise, Nangong Zixuan blushed and said, "I tested myself last month, and it was less than five Master's strength. There might be some discrepancy with this tester."

"Don't be modest. It looks like Zixuan is about to break through to the Fifth-Level Martial Artist!" Chen Xiaoli said, holding Nangong Zixuan's hand and smiling.

"Xiaoli, how much is five Master's strength? Is it powerful?" Chen Dasheng, curious, asked.

Chen Xiaoli explained, "This is the strength measurement unit set by the National Martial Artist Appraisal Center, divided from low to high as Disciple, Master, Patriarch, and Saint. One Disciple's strength is the full power of a First-Level Disciple, roughly 100 kilograms. Ten Disciples equal one Master, ten Masters equal one Patriarch, and ten Patriarchs equal one Saint. The largest scale currently produced in our country is ten Saints, which is about one million kilograms. However, this strength tester is more primitive, with a maximum scale of nine Patriarchs, nine Masters, and nine Disciples."

"Nine Patriarchs, nine Masters, nine Disciples? That's 99,900 kilograms?"

Chen Dasheng was taken aback. Although he had the bloodline of the Gigantic Spirit Clan and memories of their immense strength, hearing such a large number still shocked him. Such power, if applied to a person, would likely explode them.

Nangong Zixuan has 5.1 Master's strength, which is 5,100 kilograms. Chen Dasheng looked at Nangong Zixuan, finding it hard to imagine that such a delicate-looking girl could harbor such immense power.

"Dasheng, you should try it too!" At this moment, Nangong Mu said to Chen Dasheng.

Chen Dasheng was eager to try. He had always wanted to measure his own strength but never found a way. Relying on his own feelings was just a guess. Now, with this machine, it was perfect.

"Don't use internal strength, only physical strength!" Chen Xiaoli reminded Chen Dasheng as he approached the machine.

Chen Dasheng nodded, adjusted his state, and asked, "Ready?"

Chen Xiaoli reset the needles to zero and nodded at Chen Dasheng. The three of them focused on Chen Dasheng, eager to see how strong he was.

Chen Dasheng's eyes fixed on the black leather, he clenched his fists tightly, slowly spread his legs, and slightly crouched into a horse stance, adjusting his strength to the optimal state.

"Ha!"

With a loud cry, a punch shot out like a missile, directly slamming into the strength tester.

"Bang!"

The violent impact caused the massive strength tester to jolt, actually being pushed back several inches, almost hitting the wall.

"Wow!"

The others were startled by the force of Chen Dasheng's punch. The machine had been jolted, indicating immense power.

"Quick, how much?" Nangong Mu urged.

Without waiting for Nangong Mu to speak, Chen Xiaoli and Nangong Zixuan had already leaned in to look at the dials.

"My goodness, one Patriarch, nine Masters!" Nangong Zixuan exclaimed, covering her mouth.

Chen Dasheng walked over and looked at the dials. They indeed showed one Patriarch, nine Masters, which is 19,000 kilograms. Chen Dasheng looked at his fist, unsure if he could have such strength. Could the machine be broken?

Chen Xiaoli looked at Chen Dasheng in shock, "Dasheng, are you sure you didn't use internal strength?"

Chen Dasheng shook his head; he definitely hadn't used internal strength!

At this moment, Nangong Mu stroked his beard and said, "If the machine hadn't been pushed back, absorbing some of the force, Dasheng's punch would have been two Patriarchs' strength."

Inborn strength, perhaps only inborn strength could explain it. Even Chen Xiaoli, who had grown up with Chen Dasheng, found it hard to believe.

Nangong Mu thought that it might be because Chen Dasheng's body had been tempered by the mysterious expert during the灌顶 (initiation), allowing him to unleash such powerful strength.

This kid is a treasure, a living treasure. When Chen Xiaoli came to the Nangong family to propose marriage, he had some reservations. Now, it seems this kid is even more extraordinary than Chen Xiaoli described. This trip to Sichuan was indeed worthwhile.

Two Patriarchs' strength, that's 20,000 kilograms. Chen Dasheng was amazed at his own strength. He wondered how much more he could unleash if he transformed into his giant form, but he didn't dare to transform here; it would be too frightening, and he might be mistaken for a monster.

"Xiaoli, how strong are you?" Chen Dasheng turned to Chen Xiaoli and asked.

Chen Xiaoli's face showed a hint of bitterness, "Just nine Master's strength."

Just nine Master's strength. In the past, such strength would have been enough for her to be proud. In all of China, there were at most twenty people, including some reclusive experts, who had such physical strength. But now, in front of Chen Dasheng's two Patriarchs' strength, it seemed insignificant.

It seems my sister isn't that impressive after all, Chen Dasheng couldn't help but smile. However, he knew this was just physical strength. If internal strength were added, the Eighth-Level Martial Artist Chen Xiaoli would definitely overpower him.

Turning to Nangong Mu, Chen Dasheng didn't want to embarrass himself by asking how strong he was. After all, Nangong Mu was a Martial Patriarch, with innate physical strength far beyond his own. If Nangong Mu were to strike, he would likely destroy the machine.

Although the machine's scale is nearly ten Patriarchs' strength, it might not withstand such force. In China, the number of experts who can reach one Patriarch's strength can be counted on one hand. Once one reaches one Patriarch's strength, the machine can hardly handle it.