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Ling Han continued to punch, and in this process, slivers of energy surged into his body, surging in his meridians, widening his meridians and expelling the impurities, leaving behind some kind of mysterious energy.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh. Ling Han's punches became faster and faster. One could even see afterimages left behind.
"Although the Opening Meridian realm is determined by how many meridians one has opened, cultivation is cultivation, and strength is strength. They cannot be confused.
"It's the same meridian, but the width of everyone's opened meridians is different.
"Normally, the strength of one meridian is about 250 kilograms.
"250 kilograms of strength is already very extraordinary. It's easy to kill a wild wolf with one's bare hands.
"But the limit is 800 kilograms of strength, enough to defeat a fierce tiger."
Ling Han thought as he punched. His dream was to break through 800 kilograms of strength. That way, even if his cultivation speed was a bit slower, as long as his strength was strong enough, would he need to care about his realm?
Strength was the way. Everything else was superficial.
He had gone from the Refining Body realm to the Sky Sovereign realm. Would Ling Han care about such superficial things like cultivation?
He practiced from morning to noon, and finally stopped.
It wasn't that he was tired. On the contrary, his spirit was at its peak, but his meridians were aching. He realized that if he continued, his meridians might break.
That was too stupid.
More haste, less speed. There must be a limit to everything.
Ling Han had a good rest, took a bath, and ate a meal.
Then he went to the basement. There was a dynamometer here.
It was a very crude dynamometer. It was very large, taking up two-thirds of the basement. His feet were fixed to the ground with extremely thick steel screws.
Facing Ling Han was a black-colored metal plate. There was a layer of skin wrapped around it, and if he punched it, it would immediately show his power.
The leather was obviously to protect his hands.
Ling Han condensed his Qi, and then suddenly shot out a punch.
Energy surged out of his meridians. Bang, the punch landed solidly.
But the dynamometer didn't tremble at all. Only a number jumped, and finally stopped at a number.
"264 kilograms."
"So little!"
Ling Han was a little dissatisfied. Although he had already put aside the fact that he was once an omnipotent Heavenly Venerate, after a few days of training, he actually only had over 100 kilograms of strength.
A little weak, huh?
"It's good that Vale is here. This Square Fist is just a simplified version. Its effects definitely can't be compared to the real fist technique. If I can derive the real fist technique, my progress will definitely be much faster."
Ling Han sighed, but the Square Fist was the foundation of the Ancient Dao Sect. Even the elders could only learn three to five forms, so how could he inherit all of them?
Not only could it be used for cultivation, but it could also be used against enemies. It was extremely powerful.
"Try using fist techniques."
Ling Han used Four Direction Fist, and then suddenly delivered another punch.
The leather rippled and emitted a muffled sound. The value changed again.
"Three hundred and five kilograms."
"The enhancement isn't great, but it's stable."
"If I don't use fist techniques and keep punching, my strength will fluctuate between 200 to 260 kilograms. But after using fist techniques, I can always maintain it at around 300 kilograms."
Ling Han rubbed his chin, and began to ponder, "Then with my current body, how many punches can I throw?"
He started testing again. If he didn't use fist techniques, he could maintain his fastest punching speed and could punch out around 100 times. Then, his speed would slow down, and after 300 punches, he would basically have no strength left.
Then, if he used fist techniques, he could punch out 150 punches in one breath. Then, his arms would feel like they were on fire, and he would no longer be able to exert any strength.
"If I'm fighting with someone, I have to calculate my limit. I can't just fight to my heart's content and end up in a situation where I'm exhausted."
Ling Han didn't practice fist techniques again in the afternoon. He had a good rest, and the next morning, he started training hard again.
His progress was astonishing. After a day, his fist strength had increased to more than two hundred and ninety kilograms.
"The effect of the Spirit Gathering Formation is very obvious. It has more than doubled my cultivation speed."
"It's just that my body isn't strong enough to support an entire day of training."
What he didn't know was that if someone else used the Spirit Gathering Formation like him, they would definitely be bedridden the next day.
Ling Han's recovery speed was insane.
But he wasn't completely used to his identity as an ordinary person. Unknowingly, he would compare himself to his past self, which was definitely too far apart.
Day after day, Ling Han's advancement was astonishingly fast.
On the tenth day of the appointment with Sun Jianfang, Ling Han's fist strength had already entered the 500 kilograms mark.
In theory, he could already be at the pinnacle of one meridian and could open up a second meridian.
But Ling Han didn't feel that he had opened up the Foot Yangming Stomach Meridian to the extreme, and there was still a lot of room for improvement.
"Young master, the sect leader wants to see you." Summon Snow came over.
Ling Han nodded. He stood up and left the house, going to Sun Jianfang's place.
"How is it? Did you feel your meridian?" Sun Jianfang asked. Although ten days was a little short, with the help of the Meridian Drawing Fruit and Ling Han's talent, it should be possible to feel his meridian.
"I felt it," Ling Han said honestly.
Sun Jianfang smiled, looking very satisfied. Even with the help of the Meridian Drawing Fruit, it was very extraordinary to feel his first meridian in ten days.
"Good, good, good!" He pointed to the strength measuring device in the yard. "Come, try and see how much strength you have now."
Ling Han walked over, clenched his fist, and the strength in his meridian surged. He didn't use any fist techniques. Peng, he punched out, and the numbers flashed.
"500, 500 kilograms!" Sun Jianfang was so shocked that he couldn't speak. Although this little bit of strength was not worth mentioning in front of him, a person who had just "appeared" for more than ten days, a person who had just felt his meridian, could actually punch out with a strength of 500 kilograms?
Damn, what kind of monster was this?
This was already the peak of one meridian.
"Genius, really a genius!" Sun Jianfang couldn't help but sigh. He looked at Ling Han, and his gaze became even gentler. "Your progress has far exceeded this old man's expectations."
He thought that Ling Han's fist strength could at most reach 100 kilograms. After all, he had just started, but now he was really a little shocked.
To be able to cultivate one meridian in ten days, even if the higher the level, the slower the progress, in a year or two, this guy should have 12 meridians, right?
Heh heh, he laughed in his heart at himself for thinking too much. The more meridians one opened, the harder it was to feel new meridians. He was someone who had been through this, how could he not know?
But even if he could reach 12 meridians in five or ten years, it was still incomparably shocking.
How long did he take to think about it?
A whole 37 years, ah.
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