Chapter 264 - Chapter 264 The Might of the War God Can Hurt People!

Chapter 264 The Might of the War God Can Hurt People!

Even though Joseph Thomas and Braydon Neal knew each other, Sebastian Wood still had to remind them of some things.

After the Preston main team left.

“What do you want this time?” Logan Hall asked suspiciously.

“Hehe, I bought some things at the market. They should be arriving soon.”

Joseph kept him in suspense.

As soon as he finished speaking.

Three large green trucks covered in black cloth, escorted by martial artists, were sighted.

It was obvious that the things they were transporting were not ordinary!

“Stop!” Logan frowned and said, “All of you are to be inspected!”

The three trucks were not allowed to enter the Neal family’s residence like this.

However, the young man who was driving smiled apologetically. “You must be Brother Hall. This is the equipment that Young Master Thomas ordered. The punching machine, speed tester, and reaction attack device were specially ordered from overseas. There are no problems with them.”

Logan was startled. He knew that these things were usually transported to the country through special channels.

Each one of them cost a lot!

For martial artists, these instruments could accurately measure their strength.

Ordinary martial artists did not have the financial resources to install this set of equipment.

The cost of three trucks of items was probably more than 140 million dollars!

They were all top-notch equipment.

In addition, the cost of transporting it here would be high.

Sammy Dudley came over to take a look and said in surprise, “Who ordered the punching machine? They must have spent a lot of money on it. It’s actually something from the overseas SH Precise Machinery Corporation.”

“I ordered it. I saw that Brother Braydon was lacking these things, and there were channels to buy them at the market, so I ordered a set.”

Joseph was a little smug.

In the end, Sammy poured a bucket of cold water on him. “These things are useless to the commander.”

There were even more precise instruments in the northern army!

Joseph shrugged helplessly. This was the best equipment that could be bought on the market.

After the things were unloaded, a special bed needed to be built.

These were not problems.

As long as he had the money, it would not be a problem to build another Neal family manor.

It took more than an hour to adjust and install all the machines.

In the remote northwest corner of the manor, in a small seven-story building.

“Yes.” Braydon flashed over and nodded. “It’s good for you to install these devices. You’ll be able to know what your strength is at all times.”

“Brother Braydon, how much power can you unleash with one punch?”

Joseph activated the punching machine.

The punching machine was as tall as a person and had a circular sign on it. Just by punching it, it could accurately measure the strength of your punch, and the deviation would not exceed 0.1 pound!

This was a precision instrument, so the high price naturally made sense.

As for the strength measuring devices on the streets, 99% of them were not accurate. They were more for entertainment and just for fun.

There were three machines standing steadily on the ground.

Three 20-inch screens were hung on the wall.

Every punch was accurately displayed on the display screen.

Modern technology could also serve martial artists!

This era was a prosperous and magnificent era.

“If I punch it, your machine might break.”

Braydon smiled faintly.

Joseph was speechless. After a moment of speechlessness.

Joseph smiled sheepishly, no longer asking Braydon to test his fist power.

After all, this thing was very expensive to make!

Joseph stood in front of the machine and adjusted his aura. It was obvious that he wanted to test his fist force.

Braydon stood with his hands behind his back and smiled. “Guess how strong Joseph’s fist is?”

“Basic fist strength? For a normal person, the strength of a punch is equivalent to his own weight. If it’s less, it means that he’s too thin and weak. If it’s more, it means that he’s trained!”

Sammy gave a standard answer.

Joseph took off his shirt and took a deep breath. His eyes gradually sharpened as he threw a punch at the machine.

Bang!

The entire machine moved slightly.

Beep! Beep!

145 pounds!

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On the display screen, the accurate figure was 145.24 pounds.

This was Joseph’s basic fist strength. However, according to the northern army’s test, you would be asked to punch ten times in one go. The punch with the highest value and the punch with the lowest value would be taken to average the punch.

After that, it would be recorded as your basic strength.

This data was very important to low-level martial artists.

“It’s not very strong!” Sammy said calmly.

“Not too low. Joseph, give me another nine punches!” Braydon smiled faintly.

Joseph swung his fists without hesitation.

Bang, bang bang…

Another nine punches landed. On the display screen, the numbers that appeared had changed significantly.

Name: Joseph Thomas.

[Sex: Male]

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[Left fist strength: 124, 128, 117…]

[Right fist strength: 145, 142, 147…]

Joseph threw ten punches, five on each side. The power of each punch was perfectly displayed on the machine. Braydon smiled faintly. “Not bad. He’s good at using his right hand. Its basic strength is higher.”

Joseph was a martial artist, and it was already very good for him to display such strength. It was basically very difficult for the strength of an ordinary person’s punch to exceed 100 pounds. For martial artists, it was very difficult to increase their own strength.

Moreover, he had to limit the growth of his strength.

Otherwise, his basic strength would be as high as 1,000 pounds!

Would he still dare to cultivate the light force and dark force?

With nine layers of light force and nine layers of dark force, with a single punch, the blood vessels in his entire arm would explode and his muscles would be torn apart.

If a martial artist’s physique was too weak and their strength was too strong, a punch that exceeded the limits of the body would be equivalent to crippling oneself.

With Joseph’s strength, the power he currently possessed was just right!

Logan eagerly approached the second machine.

“Brother Hall, you should try it too,” urged Joseph. “Alright!”

Logan did not say anything else and took this opportunity to see the exact value of his basic strength.

He adjusted his state and brazenly bombarded the drone. Boom!

Beep! Beep!

Red numbers appeared on the drone screen.

155.60 pounds!

Logan’s basic strength was clearly higher than Joseph’s.

Then, without another word, he punched ten times.

The maximum strength of his right fist was refreshed once again, reaching 160 pounds.

The maximum strength of his left fist was 145 pounds!

Both of them were warriors. Braydon chuckled. “There’s still room for growth. Below the War God level, you have enough time to train your basic strength to 200 pounds. Then, when you reach the War God level, your basic strength can continue to grow.”

“Big Brother Sammy, how high is your basic strength?”

Joseph was curious.

Sammy could not help but laugh. Joseph had always been curious about his strength, and he was not afraid of feeling dejected when he saw Sammy’s strength.

“Show them.” Braydon nodded slightly.

“Yes, sir!”

Sammy did not say anything, and a powerful pressure spread out.

Joseph found it difficult to breathe.

This was the might of a War God. It was a pressure that suppressed hundreds of grass blades and tens of thousands of people. Most importantly, this pressure was extremely powerful as it swept toward the three machines.

Bang, bang, bang!

The three machines were all attacked by the pressure.

Beep! Beep!

After a series of beeps, red numbers appeared on the screens of the three machines.

The display was clear. Strength, 90 pounds! The technique was the pressure of a ninth-level War God!

The might of the War God was just that terrifying. It covered the entire world and could even hurt people if it wanted to attack. “What?!” Joseph was dumbfounded. “This is the release of force? A king-level technique?”