Well, although Cheng Kong knew that he was very strong, he didn’t know how much it was. He could only estimate that his strength should be about hundreds of kilograms, or one thousand kilograms?

In short, the data I estimated had an error of hundreds of kilograms, after all, Cheng Kong had not calculated it specifically.

The coach smiled and nodded, "This is OK, you can test it casually, but there are two things to note. The first fist can only hit the force-bearing area, where there is thick load-bearing rubber so that your fist will not be injured. Second, it is best to move your body before punching to avoid muscle tension and unable to measure accurate data."

Cheng Kong did not notice that Zhao Jingsheng and his group had already walked towards him, but instead walked to the force measuring machine excitedly and began to move their bodies.

Zhao Jingsheng was very interested in Cheng Kong standing in front of the force measuring machine. Most of the fighting skills he learned were taught by special forces or black boxing masters, so boxing strength is one of the most important criteria for judging a person's combat effectiveness.

Zhao Jingsheng naturally wanted to see how much strength Cheng Kong had. Didn’t his ancestors say that only by knowing oneself and the other can he win every battle. If he could, it would be best to instigate Cheng Kong to test the leg strength and bench press.

As for Liu Feiyun, he was also very interested. He had no doubt that Police Student Zhao would fool him.

After all, in his few contacts, he felt that Zhao Jingsheng was a fledgling young man. Most of the words such a person said were just spitting and nails, and he disdained to use lies to deceive people.

Therefore, Zhao Jingsheng said that Cheng Kong was a master. Liu Feiyun immediately believed it. This was no better than doing business in the business world. If it were a business matter, Liu Feiyun would not be so easy to fool.

Liu Feiyun looked at Cheng Kong's figure. He was tall, but he looked a little thin, but he just didn't know how strong he would be?

You should know that although Liu Feiyun runs a boxing club, he is definitely not a superstitious person. On the contrary, he has some research on Chinese martial arts. At least he knows that among martial arts masters, if he is good at using legs, such as Tan Le masters, his legs must be thick.

Those who are good at iron-lined fists have thick arms that are different from ordinary people, and also masters who practice golden finger cutting. The index fingers and middle fingers on both sides of the left and right hands are several times thicker than other fingers, etc.

Liu Feiyun looked at Cheng Kong and felt that he didn't feel anything. His hands, arms, thighs, and calves were not different from ordinary people, and even the thick cocoons left by practicing iron-headed skills on the top of his head.

Is it a horizontal master? However, there are no one with thin bodies in a horizontal master.

For a while, Liu Feiyun felt that his brain was a little too useable. After watching for a long time, he really couldn't see what kind of expert Cheng Kong was.

Could it be a hidden master of internal skills? Thinking of this, Liu Feiyun couldn't help but cheer for his eyesight. If Wang Yuyan, who is in the Tianlong Ba Division, who is proficient in identifying martial arts skills but is proficient in identifying martial arts in various sects and sects, is not a woman, Liu Feiyun would almost boast about it.

At this time, Cheng Kong had noticed that a group of people were watching him not far behind him. Of course, even if he noticed it, he would not care. For the elephant, a group of ants could completely ignore him.

Cheng Kong made a move to luck first, and then tentatively punched the force measuring machine. To be honest, although this force measuring machine is said to be able to measure force less than 1,000 kilograms, according to the appearance of the force measuring machine, Cheng Kong was really worried that it would be broken with one punch, so he collected nine points of force, and only one point was hit in the rubber force area of ​​the force measuring machine.

A light bang sound was made, and then a string of numbers appeared on the display screen on the force measuring machine, and a slightly mechanical female voice began to broadcast: "For the first time, 160.3 kg, an average of 160.3 kg each time."

When Liu Feiyun heard the female voice broadcast, he felt a little complacent on his face. The machine was transported from the United States. Originally, there was only one version of the broadcast voice broadcast, which was quite inconvenient. Liu Feiyun studied it himself and changed the English to the Chinese version, which really took him a lot of energy.

However, this also won him a lot of reputation. No matter what, being able to play foreign machines is not something that ordinary people can do these days.

At least one proves that I, Liu Feiyun, are not a playboy who is scattered.

However, the content of the broadcast made Liu Feiyun a little confused. One punch was only 160 kilograms?

Compared with ordinary people, this boxing power is already very powerful, but for Liu Feiyun, who is used to boxer power, it is a bit weak.

You know, even Liu Feiyun has practiced Sanda himself, and although he has not achieved anything, his right-hand straight punch is still 150 kilograms. It is common for professional boxers, even if they are lightweight, to hit five or six hundred kilograms with one punch.

Either this master is a little wet, or he just regained his strength. Although Liu Feiyun is not that superficial and can judge the other party just by just a glance, he is a little murmur in his heart.

As for the police officer Zhao, his face was so funny that he was not doing anything, and he was completely a little awkward. Seeing that Cheng Kong had punched only more than 100 kilograms, he felt very calm. It seemed that he had won, so he couldn't help laughing: "Director Cheng, are you not full of breakfast and have no strength?"

This sentence sounded like he cared about Cheng Kong, but everyone present could hear the strong sense of ridicule, so that Liu Feiyun looked at Zhao Jingsheng curiously. Could this kid deliberately praise the other party so that he could make a fuss over him?

As for Cheng Kong's identity as the director, there are clouds in front of Liu Feiyun.

I have to say that Liu Feiyun, a child of an official, is still a bit good, and he can tell the truth of the matter by just listening to a few words.

Hearing the sarcasm of police officer Zhao, Cheng Kong seemed a little unhappy and snorted coldly: "I'm afraid of breaking the machine. I can't afford to pay more than 30,000 US dollars."

Cheng Kong's stubborn statement made Policeman Zhao happy. He turned to Liu Feiyun and smiled: "Mr. Liu, what if someone really breaks the machine?"

The question of Zhao Jingsheng made Liu Feiyun frown. Perhaps he was unintentional, but after this question, he put himself and Cheng Kong in an opposition position.

Of course, the secretary and son are naturally confident and don’t care about a young leader like Cheng Kong. He also heard that Zhao Jingsheng’s father might also serve as the secretary of the Provincial Political and Legal Affairs Committee. If this happens, he will become a member of the Standing Committee, which is much higher than his father.

Such people cannot be offended.

"This machine was originally used to test its strength. If it was broken, it only means that the machine was not enough, so how could it be compensated?"

Liu Feiyun said this, although he only explained the facts, he pushed Cheng Kong into the corner.

This is clear. If Cheng Kong can break the machine, it is naturally his own ability. You don’t have to compensate. If it doesn’t break it, there will be no place to put it on his face.

After hearing what Liu Feiyun said, everyone following behind couldn't help but laugh, saying that Young Master Liu is generous and righteous.

It seems that there is no shortage of people who can play horses anywhere.

Cheng Kong chuckled and hit his right fist straight, bang, the sound was a little louder than before.

Everyone hurriedly set their eyes on the display screen of the force measuring machine. As a string of numbers popped out of the display screen, the female voice broadcast also rang: "The second time, 183 kilograms, an average of 171.65 kilograms each time."

The fun-watching gang members laughed loudly. Cheng Kong said so much before, but he didn't expect that it would be twenty kilograms more than the first time.

However, Cheng Kong frowned and thought to himself that his control over the force was still a little worse. He originally wanted to make an integer of 180 kilograms, but the force was a little bigger and three kilograms were added.

It seems that there is still some difference between archery and empty-handedness.

Among the people, Zhao Jingsheng laughed the most happily, but compared to some young police officer Zhao who didn't know the world affairs, Liu Feiyun, who was about thirty years old, was a little surprised. He found that his previous judgment was a bit rash.

Cheng Kong could add twenty kilograms of power out of thin air, so he should have hidden his weakness before.

So for now, it should not be his true level.

The laughter decreased as Cheng Kong kept hitting the force measuring machine with one punch.

202 kilograms, 221.9 kilograms, 240.4 kilograms, 260.3 kilograms, the female voice of the force measuring machine could no longer keep up with Cheng Kong's punch.

Everyone could only focus on the display screen and watch the number indicating power rising at a quota of every twenty kilograms.

As time goes by, the number displayed on the display is now five hundred kilograms!

Well, no matter how idiotic you are, no matter how idiotic you don’t understand it, you will know the meaning of it.

Boxing strength of 500 kilograms alone is already at the level of a professional boxer, and this number is still rising.

But the most critical point is that Cheng Kong's punch increases by 20 kilograms, and the change is only a fraction of the kilograms, which fully demonstrates Cheng Kong's precise control of power.

Of course, Cheng Kong was not satisfied with this. He originally wanted to control the punching force to increase by 20 kilograms each time, but for everyone present, this was already a miracle.

As for the shooting of the left and right bows and the continuous blows of both fists, it can only be attributed to Cheng Kong's habits.

Soon, the number on the display reached 980 kilograms.

Seeing this number, everyone opened their eyes wide. Many people thought there was something wrong with the display screen. Well, hit forty punches in a row, one punch is heavier than one punch, and one punch is always weaker than one punch, and no punch is stronger than one punch.

Police officer Zhao was completely stunned at this time. At this time, he knew that he was just a pig's nose, pretending to be elephant.

Nearly a thousand kilograms of boxing force, and both left and right fists are this number, what does this mean? This is already the level of a heavyweight boxer, and many heavyweight boxers may not be able to reach this level.

How much does Tyson, who is known as the strongest man in the world, punch? One thousand three hundred or one thousand four hundred?

Well, even if you let boxing champion Tyson fight at Cheng Kong's pace, you may be too tired before halfway.

With great strength, correspondingly speaking, the endurance is a little worse, which seems to be an irrefutable truth for boxers.

Judging from Cheng Kong's appearance, he was sweating slightly and he didn't pant for a moment. This was definitely not his bottom line!

To be honest, at this time, no matter whether he was police officer Zhao, he started to give up, even Liu Feiyun regretted it.

Bang! Cheng Kong's left fist hit the force measuring machine, and the display screen showed 1,000 kilograms. Another bang, and another sound, the right fist hit the force measuring machine, 1,020 kilograms!

As the punch continued, everyone's heartbeat, and it had already exceeded one thousand kilograms.

At this moment, Cheng Kong stopped. Liu Feiyun thought Cheng Kong was tired and was about to say a few words to bring the scene back.

Who would have thought that Cheng Kong turned his head and asked: "Coach, didn't you say that the limit of this force measuring machine is one thousand kilograms?"

The coach had been squeezed out of the circle by a group of young masters. Hearing Cheng Kong's greeting, the circle was cracked. The coach was conscientious and squeezed in and smiled: "Generally speaking, the upper limit indicated by machines is abundant, for example, the life of the TV is eight years. In fact, many TVs have no major problems with more than ten years of use. The physical limit of the force measuring machine should be 1,400 kilograms."

The coach's metaphor is very realistic. Cheng Kong understood it as soon as he heard it. He nodded and smiled and said, "Then I will continue."

After the words came, Cheng Kong turned around and punched with his left hand, but the punch rushed directly to 1,400 kilograms, and his right hand punched him again, 1,450 kilograms.

As Cheng Kong punched the force measuring machine with his right hand again, everyone present immediately heard the force measuring machine seemingly making a strange friction sound.

Liu Feiyun shouted, and then asked everyone to disperse. Everyone had rough guesses about what happened next. They dared not stand in this dangerous area, turn around and run away. After running to the safe area they thought, they turned around and continued to watch.

When he ran like this, Cheng Kong had already hit three or four punches again. With the last punch falling, the force measuring machine could no longer withstand the bombardment of huge force and made a squeaking sound. The metal corners at the connection between the force measuring machine and the ground were twisted, and the expansion screws that hit the cement floor were burst out by the force and rushed into the air, just like bullets, causing a row of holes to appear in the fan leaves hanging on the ceiling.

If this hits a person, it will probably be dead.

Then the force measuring machine left the ground and flew straight towards the wall, and a loud bang hit the wall.

Fortunately, the club was originally a warehouse renovated and repaired very strongly. It was replaced by the current tofu project. The storage force was directly hit by a big hole.

Looking at this violent scene that was extremely irritating to the eyes, everyone present couldn't help but swallowed a mouthful of saliva and cursed in their hearts, Damn! Is this still human?

Is this too much strength?

At this moment, police officer Zhao felt his mind blank and he could hardly believe his eyes. With such strength alone, even if he had thousands of tricks, he might have to vomit blood and fall down with a punch.

This is the true meaning of one force to reduce ten times. Zhao Jingsheng originally thought that strength is of little use. Now he realized that it is not that strength is useless, but that strength is of no use. If he has the strength of Cheng Kong, no matter how martial arts he practices, he can learn from it and it will be natural!

Even if you practice small and compact, and focus on flexible martial arts, you don’t need to be too deep in your skills. If you have a small success, you can fight invincible hands all over the world.

Strength is the origin of martial arts. On the ancient battlefield, it doesn’t matter if you don’t know skills, but if you don’t have the strength in your hands and go to the battlefield, it’s a word of death.

If you don’t have strength, you can’t do anything. Even if you practice light skills and your feet are weak, you can’t even jump a little inch even if you straighten your knees. You can still practice light skills.

"Mr. Zhao, have the ring arranged?"

Zhao Jingsheng was immersed in his fantasy, but unexpectedly, Cheng Kong's voice sounded in his ears. He was shocked and took three steps back.
To be continued...