Chen Zhao fell into deep thought.
Basically, Old Turtle wanted Chen Zhao to increase his attack power.
Physical attacks, on the other hand, were speed, power, and the mass of the body when attacking.
For example, with Chen Zhao's current power, if he attacked a wall with all his strength.
In the end, he wouldn't shatter the wall, but penetrate it.
To increase his own mass, Chen Zhao could do it with 10,000 Spells Return to One and Dark Assimilation.
After 10,000 Spells Return to One and fusing with his six clones, Chen Zhao would have the weight of seven people.
Of course, increasing his mass by several times was meaningless.
But Dark Assimilation was different. The dark magma had weight.
By fusing all the dark magma with himself, Chen Zhao could instantly increase his body or weapon's weight by a few hundred or even a few thousand tons.
However, this increase in weight was fixed, unless Chen Zhao increased the amount of the dark magma.
But there weren't many chances for him to encounter half-blood dragons like the stillbirth monster and Mikadas in that space.
Or through cultivation, as his magic power increased, the amount of dark magma would increase as well.
However, it would take too long to increase the amount of dark magma through cultivation.
Increasing his cultivation to increase his strength was a long-term plan.
The increase in strength was purely physical.
It could be done through training, but normal training couldn't affect the increase in strength.
Chen Zhao wasn't sure how strong he was right now.
After all, there were no machines that could measure his current strength.
Chen Zhao only had a rough idea.
If he didn't use 10,000 Spells Return to One and Dark Assimilation, it was estimated to be around 1,400 tons.
However, this was only a rough estimate. He didn't know how different it was from the actual data.
So, if he wanted to increase his attack power, he could only increase his speed.
Chen Zhao had just tried to break through the speed of sound last time, so he didn't have specific data on how fast he was.
However, that was movement speed. The speed of his punches also affected his attack power.
A normal person's maximum punching speed was around six to seven times, which could last around a minute.
If it was within ten seconds, someone might be able to do it eight times in one second.
Chen Zhao's punching speed was much faster than a normal person's.
However, there was one thing. The faster the punch, the weaker the power.
This was the problem of accumulating power.
Muscles had to accumulate power and then use the elasticity of the muscles to fling the arm out, causing damage.
Chen Zhao couldn't break this law of physics.
Chen Zhao stood up and went before Old Turtle's clone again.
Puff –
Chen Zhao's fists were as fast as lightning.
If Chen Zhao was facing a normal person, they probably wouldn't even be able to see Chen Zhao's fist.
Chen Zhao's fist landed on Old Turtle's clone.
"It's a beautiful punch, but it's too weak. Your muscles accumulate power too slowly," Old Turtle said in scientific terms.
Chen Zhao felt the punch.
His speed could be even faster, and his strength could be even greater.
Chen Zhao tried again.
This time, Chen Zhao started throwing out Sonic Punches continuously.
In thirty minutes, Chen Zhao had lost count of how many punches he had thrown.
He was unable to accumulate more power.
"Train your speed first. Your current speed hasn't reached its peak yet." Old Turtle said, "You don't have enough speed, and you don't have enough power. You want to train both at the same time? That's clearly impossible. Train your speed to the limit first, and then think about how to release power at the limit."
When kinetic energy and potential energy were superimposed, the power would naturally multiply.
Just like a bullet, the results of a bullet thrown by hand and a bullet fired by a gun were obviously different.
With the same mass, the potential and kinetic energy that a gun could release was far greater than a bullet thrown by hand.
Chen Zhao tried his best to speed up his punches.
There was a high-frequency whistling sound in the air.
Chen Zhao calculated silently. His maximum speed could reach 80 punches per second.
It was about ten times the maximum speed of a human.
Every punch could exceed the speed of sound.
However, punching and retracting were different from running in a straight line.
His muscles couldn't move continuously.
Chen Zhao had to make his muscles remember this feeling. Train.
Train continuously.
This was probably the limit, right?
Chen Zhao looked at Old Turtle.
"No, far from it. There are too many extra movements in your punches and retractions. You can be faster."
"If I'm faster, I'll be a fast man … Okay, that's a bit cold." Chen Zhao grinned. "I'll be the fastest man in the world."
Actually, Chen Zhao was already close to his maximum speed. By continuously fixing the flaws in the details, his speed had increased to 120 punches per second.
At this level, he was basically as fast as lightning.
Suddenly, Chen Zhao thought of the dragon's method of accumulating power.
Was this from Black Dragon's memory?
Dragons' body structures were different from humans'.
However, in terms of physics, they also had to follow the laws of physics.
On the other hand, Black Dragon could attack with all his strength in every part of his body.
This was related to Black Dragon's unique release of power.
It didn't belong to the dragon race, but the Black Dragon.
Every member of the Dragon Clan had their own unique characteristics. Over the course of hundreds and thousands of years, they would constantly study their own bodies and obtain even greater power.
Black Dragon was the same. He had a unique attack method.
This was also the reason why the Black Dragon's attacks were so unstoppable the first time he fought it.
This required the support of Dragon's Might.
However, he didn't release Dragon's Might. Instead, he used it on himself.
It was a very special method. He used Dragon's Might to stimulate his muscles and make them react.
Dragon's Might couldn't be used on other dragons, but that was because they also had Dragon's Might to block it, so it couldn't be used.
However, it was effective on him. As long as he controlled it well, he wouldn't be suppressed.
Moreover, Chen Zhao realized that Black Dragon's method wasn't difficult at all. He quickly got the hang of it.
It seemed to be because he'd absorbed Black Dragon's soul fragment.
Chen Zhao's fists started turning red. It was like metal being rubbed against high-speed air.
This method didn't just increase the power of his punches. Even his speed was increased.
Suddenly, Chen Zhao's fist smashed into Old Turtle's chest. His fist caved in.
Then, Old Turtle spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.
Chen Zhao stared at Old Turtle in shock.
"Old Turtle …"
"You … You did well … I … I don't have anything else to teach you. The future belongs to you young people … I can finally … finally rest in peace …" Old Turtle's head tilted to the side and he stopped breathing.
Chen Zhao turned to look at Old Turtle's real body, speechless.
Just then, another clone pounced over, face full of grief. "What's wrong, Junior Brother? Wake up …"
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