WHOOSH—
In the small bedroom, Lu Yuan, shirtless, threw a punch into the empty air.
His fist tore through the air, creating a sharp, piercing sound.
12 points of Strength.
After allocating the points, he'd tested it himself in private.
His bench press exceeded 200 kilograms, and his Fist Strength had soared to over 240 kilograms.
He was almost at the Fist Strength standard of an amateur 8th Dan.
Though it wasn't as crisp a sound as when Lin Zhiquin threw an empty punch, every fist he threw now was fierce and carried intimidating momentum.
For every point added to Strength, there's almost a 1.5-fold increase. It's pretty crazy...
But the recoil has also increased significantly. Good thing my physique is strong enough!
After allocating points for so long, Lu Yuan had also realized something.
