Ling Han kept punching, and in the process, traces of energy poured into his body, surging in his meridians, widening his meridians, pushing out impurities, leaving behind some mysterious energy.
Whoosh, whoosh, Ling Han's punches are getting faster and faster, and you can even see residual images left behind.
"In the meridians-opening realm, although cultivation is determined by how many meridians are opened, cultivation is cultivation and strength is strength. These cannot be confused."
"It's the same meridians, but the width of the meridians opened is different for each person."
"Generally speaking, the strength of a vein is about five hundred kilograms."
"The strength of five hundred kilograms is already extraordinary. Killing a wild wolf with bare hands is no problem."
"However, the limit can reach 800 kilograms of strength, which is comparable to a fierce tiger!"
Ling Han thought while boxing, his ideal is to break through 800 kilograms of strength, so even if his cultivation speed is slower, as long as his strength is strong enough, do he still need to care about the realm?
Strength is the king, everything else is empty.
All the way from the Body Refining Realm to the Heavenly Lord, would Ling Han still care about such frivolous things as the Realm?
He practiced from morning to noon, and finally stopped.
It wasn't that he was tired, on the contrary, his energy and energy were extremely good, but his meridians were aching, making him realize that if he continued to practice, his meridians might break.
This is too much.
Haste makes waste, everything must be done in moderation.
Ling Han took a good rest, took a bath, and had a meal.
Then, he went to the basement, where there was an ergometer.
This is a very crude ergometer, very large, occupying two-thirds of the space here, and the feet are fixed to the ground with extremely thick steel screws.
Facing Ling Han was a black iron plate with leather wrapped around it. If he punched it, his strength would immediately show.
The leather is wrapped around it, of course, to protect the hands.
Ling Han gathered his energy and then punched out fiercely.
The energy in the meridians surged out majestically, and bang, a punch hit hard.
However, the dynamometer did not tremble at all, but the values jumped, and finally stopped at a number.
"Two hundred and sixty-four pounds."
"That's all?"
Ling Han was a little dissatisfied. Although he had put aside his once all-powerful Heavenly Lord, after so many days of training, he actually only had more than two hundred kilograms of strength?
A little weaker?
"It would be great to have Wari here. This Sifang Fist is just a simplified version, and the effect is definitely not comparable to the real boxing technique. If the real boxing technique can be derived, my progress will definitely be much faster."
Ling Han sighed, but Sifang Fist is the foundation of the ancient Taoist sect. Even the elders can only learn three or five movements. How can he pass on all the inheritance?
This can not only be used for practice, but also used to fight enemies. It is very powerful.
"Try it with boxing."
Ling Han moved his four-way fist, and then punched hard again.
Bang!
The leather produced a ripple, made a muffled sound, and the values changed again.
"Three hundred and five pounds."
"The blessing is not great, but it is better than stability."
"If I don't use boxing and continuously bombard my body with one punch, my strength value will fluctuate between 200 and 260, but after using boxing, it can always remain at around 300 kilograms."
Ling Han touched his chin and thought: "Then how many punches can my current body support?"
He started testing again. If he didn't use boxing, he could maintain the fastest punching speed, and he could probably hit a hundred punches. Then the speed would slow down, and by the time he punched three hundred punches, he would have basically no strength.
Then if I use boxing, I can punch 150 punches in one breath, and then my two arms seem to be on fire, they are so hot that I can no longer exert any strength.
"If I'm fighting with someone, I have to calculate my own limits, and don't just focus on having a good fight and get into a dilemma of exhaustion."
Ling Han stopped practicing boxing in the afternoon. He took a good rest, and then early the next morning, he started training hard again.
His progress was astonishingly fast. After one day, his boxing strength increased to more than 290 kilograms.
"The effect of the Spirit Gathering Array is very obvious. It more than doubled my entry speed."
"It's just that my physical strength is a little weak and is not enough to support me for a whole day of practice."
But he didn't know that if another person used the spirit gathering array like him, he would definitely not be able to get out of bed the next day.
Ling Han's recovery speed is abnormal.
It's just that he hasn't completely gotten used to his current identity as an ordinary person, and before he knows it, he will be compared with his previous self, which must be too different.
Day after day, Ling Han's progress was astonishingly fast.
On the tenth day agreed upon by Sun Jianfang, Ling Han's boxing power had already reached the five hundred kilogram mark.
Theoretically speaking, he is already at the peak of one meridian and can open up a second meridian.
However, Ling Han did not feel at all that he had broadened the Zuyangming Stomach Meridian to the extreme and that there was still huge room for improvement.
"Young Master, the sect leader has summoned you." He called Xue over.
Ling Han nodded, got up and left the room, going to Sun Jianfang's place.
"How's it going? Have you sensed the meridians?" Sun Jianfang asked. Although ten days is a bit short, with the help of the Pulse Induction Fruit and Ling Han's genius, it should be possible to sense the meridians.
"I sensed it!" Ling Han said honestly.
Sun Jiefang smiled and looked very satisfied. Even with the help of the Meridian Guidance Fruit, he sensed the first meridian in ten days, which was very extraordinary.
"Okay! Okay! Okay!" He pointed to the dynamometer placed in the yard, "Here, try to see how many kilograms of strength you have now."
Ling Han walked over and condensed his fist. Power surged through his meridians. He didn't use any punches. Bang, he hit the target with one punch and his stats flashed.
"Five hundred, five hundred and six kilograms!" Sun Jiefang was shocked and speechless. Although this small amount of strength was not worth mentioning in front of him, a person who had only been "born" for more than ten days had just sensed
The guy with meridians can actually blast out five hundred kilograms of power?
Damn, what kind of monster is this?
This is already the pinnacle of the lineage.
"Genius! What a genius!" Sun Jianfang couldn't help but sigh. He looked at Ling Han, his eyes becoming softer, "Your entry far exceeded my expectations."
He thought Ling Han's punching power could reach up to 100 kilograms. After all, he had just started, but now he was really scared.
It takes ten days to cultivate one meridians. Even if the higher the realm, the slower the progress, but after one or two years, this guy should have twelve meridians, right?
Haha, he secretly laughed in his heart and took it for granted. The more meridians are opened, the more difficult it will be to sense new meridians. He is a person who has been there, so how could he not know this?
But even if it takes five or ten years to reach the twelve channels, this is extremely amazing.