Wang Wu happily handed him two printouts.

"Xue Fan, the strength has exceeded 11, agility has reached 10.8, physique has reached 10.5..." The head coach quickly browsed, "Not bad."

"Sun Zhang, Strength 10.9, Agility 10.9, Physical 10.6..." The head coach quickly browsed the data of another personal disciple, "Yes, I will make some adjustments to your strength practice method later so that you can break through to 11 faster."

Maybe the head coach did not praise them often, and the two personal disciples were praised by the head coach and both showed joy.

The head coach said expressionlessly: "There are many strong people in the Federation Martial King Championship. If you want to get good results, it is useless to have basic strength. You also need to master the skills of how to exert strength to a greater extent."

"Wang Wu, open the room where Iron Man is put." The head coach suddenly told Wang Wu.

"Okay, right now." Wang Wu understood the head coach's personality and agreed immediately and immediately opened the next room.

The room next door should be wider, with some iron man models that look very heavy inside. The walls are very thick and reinforced. There are also some original barbells for testing strength, and treadmills for testing speed.

The head coach walked towards an iron man and said as he walked: "Strength is not the same as combat power, and people with different powers can perform different effects."

Wang Wu waved to Li Congjun and the others.

Zhang Qingyang rarely observed the power of a real combat master, suppressed the excitement in his heart, and walked over with ease.

Li Congjun hesitated, but thought that the other party often showed strength in many occasions and did not mind that the two of them were watching, so he followed him after being slow for half a second.

The Iron Man, who is about the same height as an ordinary person, looks a little short in front of the tall head coach. However, it is made of pure metal and the cold luster on the surface still makes it look heavy and difficult to knock down.

The head coach made a punch while taking the last step, and a brief sound of breaking through the air sounded, and then a heavy and dull critical strike replaced the sound of breaking through the air.

The entire fist fell into the Iron Man's head the next moment.

The head coach pulled his fist back as if nothing had happened, and the Iron Man's face had been replaced by the deep-sleeping fist marks.

Although it was not the first time I saw it, Li Congjun was still shocked.

Zhang Qingyang used to be exposed to mechanical armor and was deeply aware of the terrifying and destructive power of mechanical armor. But it belongs to the violent aesthetics of metal and machinery. In contrast, this was the first time he saw that the human body could produce such amazing destructive power, and its violent aesthetic is not inferior to that of machinery.

In addition to Wang Wu's face, the two personal disciples of the head coach were also stunned and their eyes were full of excitement.

"I saw it. I used the same power as you. But the results of using it are far more than you." The head coach told the two personal disciples, "When you have the basic power, how to use it is what you should focus on learning later."

The two personal disciples nodded frequently.

The head coach finished his training and left with two personal disciples.

I originally wanted to take Zhang Qingyang to test it out to prove that he was right. But after watching the head coach's performance, I suddenly felt lost and felt a little overwhelmed.

Wang Wu said lazily: "Old Li, you still have any guesses."

"Test." Li Congjun said simply. Since he has come, he must test Zhang Qingyang's physical fitness.

"Hey, Lao Li, are your nephew stupid? Take your nephew to see the world more often in the future." Wang Wu said funny when he saw Zhang Qingyang's dull look.

"Qingyang, Qingyang." Li Congjun patted him and shouted.

"Oh," Zhang Qingyang suddenly became dazed, and his eyes were full of glory. "Uncle Li is embarrassed, a little stunned."

Li Congjun shook his head. Why didn't he noticed that this child was a little timid before? He was actually scared by the head coach's performance.

"Okay? Let's start testing too."

"Okay, OK, Uncle Li, am I going to have a slap in the iron man too?"

Wang Wu laughed and said, "You are still a slaughter. Can your bones resist such violence? If you are not afraid of breaking your hand, you will hit it."

While mocking, Wang Wu found him a pair of thin gloves, "You hit this."

Wang Wu flipped over a wall, inside it was a leather dummy, next to it was a simple and rough-looking display screen, the size of a palm.

Li Congjun said: "Qingyang, use your greatest strength to punch this dummy, use the strength of the force as much as you can."

Zhang Qingyang exhaled and closed his eyes.

Both of them thought that Zhang Qingyang was adjusting his nervousness, and most newcomers became nervous when it was difficult to control the first test.

However, Zhang Qingyang is not adjusting his emotions.

Just as Wang Wu was bored and angry, Zhang Qingyang suddenly stepped and fisted, and a force rushed up from the soles of his feet, penetrated step by step.

Zhang Qingyang felt that his arm, which was swinging his fist, suddenly became hot, as if blood was boiling. A black bear roaring shadow appeared in his mind instantly. Zhang Qingyang suddenly shook, and the muscles in his body seemed to have made fine adjustments at this moment. His arm then expanded with a punch visible to the naked eye.

"Bang!" Zhang Qingyang's entire fist fell deeply into the dummy's chest.

"I'll go! What's going on!" Wang Wu was shocked by the violent aura that suddenly erupted from Zhang Qingyang.

Li Congjun was also shocked. He knew that Zhang Qingyang was very hard-working in practicing the black bear bodybuilding technique and his strength increased a lot. However, the violence released by this punch still shocked him.

Wang Wu smacked his lips and walked forward: "What a terrible punch. Look at the radiant fist force. The color of this large area of ​​the dummy has changed. It can be seen that the fist force covers the entire chest. Look at the depth, the punch force is also amazing. It almost penetrates the dummy's chest cavity. Hello, this guy, I know you are very strong, don't pose, pull out your hands."

Zhang Qingyang said in a hoarse voice: "It seems like his wrist is broken."

Li Congjun was still in shock and was measuring whether he could punch like this in his heart. Zhang Qingyang's distorted voice immediately woke him up. He hurried over to help, slowly pulled out Zhang Qingyang's hand, looked at his swollen wrist, and quickly pinched it on several parts. Zhang Qingyang immediately called out in pain.

"Fortunately, it's not broken. It should be a bone crack, so it's better to raise it." Li Congjun breathed a sigh of relief. Zhang Qingyang's wrist was about to be broken, and he didn't know how to tell Zhang's father and mother.

"Excuse me, the power of 12.3. Damn, are there any monsters hidden in your body?" Wang Wu shouted exaggeratedly.
Chapter completed!