Wang Yang's current strength can be more than a thousand pounds if he integrates his strength and bursts with all his strength!

The materials of time travelers are indeed different. Humans have limits, but Wang Yang has no limits.

Normal people have great perfect boxing skills, but only seven or eight hundred kilograms of strength. Some people with good roots can reach a thousand kilograms, which is almost the same as Wang Yang. There are not many such people, but not many.

As for the so-called natural divine power, this standard is a bit vague, but according to ancient methods, the standard for real natural divine power is that it has a power of more than three thousand kilograms.

Such people do not avoid dragons when traveling in water, and do not avoid tigers and wolves when traveling in land, and exhale and shake the sky, and pull out cows horns.

Even if you don’t sense qi and blood, the strongest ones can compete with the martial arts masters.

The three thousand kilograms of force condensed into a stream and hit it with a fist. How terrifying?!

But there are too few such people. There may not be one or two people in an era, and there are even fewer than martial arts myths.

Although Wang Yang's strength is only a thousand pounds now, he has no limit. As long as he continues to exercise effectively, his strength can continue to grow.

Give him enough time, and he can be invincible even if he doesn't practice martial arts.

Just imagine, if you punch hundreds of tons of force, even if it is a martial myth in front of you, the other party is still flesh and blood. What should you block?!

If you can exert hundreds of tons of force, how strong can Wang Yang's body be at that time?!

It is not impossible to resist a nuclear explosion!

Of course, according to the normal exercise method, it is probably impossible to exercise to this level within hundreds or thousands of years, and Wang Yang is very sure that he will definitely not live that long.

After Wang Yang's Sanyang Health Care Practice reached lv10, his progress was still improving rapidly. Generally speaking, at this point, it was very difficult to practice further, because this was a process of gradually turning boxing into something that suits you most.

In this process, talent, will and determination are indispensable, and Wang Yang understands the ultimate means that he truly understands the ultimate. In a sense, the three yang body-nourishing skills he practices are originally tailor-made for himself.

It was the most suitable thing for him from the beginning. Wang Yang practiced according to this and reached the limit. According to Wang Yang's idea, there should be no so-called bottleneck.

In fact, for the moment, everything is indeed as Wang Yang thought. The only thing he lacks now is to completely transform boxing into physical instinct.

It’s still a matter of time. Most people practice martial arts, explore little by little, and practice boxing thousands of times. After a long time, it naturally becomes an instinct. Wang Yang can’t click wherever he leans against the panel. Therefore, although there is no bottleneck and no need to explore, it still takes time to polish it.

He can only speed up this process and cannot skip this process unless he uses more sources, but unfortunately he does not have dozens or hundreds of sources.

"By the way, Bo'an, I remember you said before that you were a genius who was rare in a hundred thousand years. How did you become a million years just now?!"

As he walked, Zhang Jie suddenly remembered something.

When Wang Yang heard this, his face remained unchanged and said, "Of course, after a period of hard practice, my talent has also grown up!"

"Who stipulates that talent cannot grow?!"

"I have a question, are you sure there were humans like this million years ago?!"

Zhang Jie discovered the blind spot.

"My million years are naturally not just the past, but the future!"

"In the past 100,000 years, in the next 900,000 years, no one who practices martial arts will surpass me in martial arts talent. My back should be broken through the ages!"

Wang Yang's mental attribute has reached 1.1 now, and his thinking is so quick. Faced with Zhang Jie's argument, he instantly thought of a way to deal with it and made a reasonable quibble.

"Do you want to become a Martial Saint in three years or a Myth in five years?!"

Zhang Jie rolled his eyes.

"Let me calculate it, half a year profession, half a year martial arts master, half a year martial arts master, half a year martial arts master, half a year martial arts master, half a year martial arts saint, half a year martial arts myth. This is exactly three years, three years will become a martial arts myth, it won't take five years!" Wang Yang calculated seriously.

"Boan, you are cruel!"

Zhang Jie ended the topic.

He felt that Wang Yang could still brag even harder if he continued to talk.

Soon, Wang Yang and Zhang Jie came to the venue of the martial arts club. As soon as they entered the venue, they felt like they had changed into another world. The coldness was no longer there, and the warmth was as warm as spring.

The venue of the martial arts club is turned on!

"Ah! I'm resurrected!"

Zhang Jie let out a strange scream.

The venue was very empty at this time, and there were not many people inside. The time is approaching the end of the period, and the club activities have been stopped for a while. The sophomore year, junior year and senior year have been completed. Now only the freshman year is left, which is the last batch.

"Boan, you have practiced boxing to the Great Perfection with cheating. Will you be able to win the Zixiao scholarship for the next four years?"

The warm air made Zhang Jie feel a little lazy. He hooked Wang Yang's shoulders and most of the weight was pressed on Wang Yang, which was already dragged away by Wang Yang.

"Don't forget each other if you are rich and noble. If it weren't for me today, your Zixiao Award would have been gone. It wouldn't be too much to invite me to have a meal!"

Zhang Jie was nagging.

Speaking of which, Wang Yang has owed Zhang Jie a lot of food in the past few months, and many of them have not been paid back.

There is a saying that there is no need to worry about debt. After hearing this, Wang Yang naturally nodded and said yes.

After all, it is natural for father to invite his son to dinner! Wang Yang was very open-minded.

The Zixiao Award does not follow the internal channels of Su University, but comes from Zixiao Club. Zixiao Club and Su University have maintained cooperative relationships for many years. In order to stimulate Su University students' enthusiasm for practicing martial arts, this award was specially set up.

There are three places for each grade of Zixiao Award, namely Zixiao Gold Award, Zixiao Silver Award, and Zixiao Bronze Award.

Among them, there were 48,000 gold medals, 24,000 silver medals, and 12,000 bronze medals.

For students, this number is quite high. After all, the tuition fee of Su University is only 5,000 yuan a year. If you can win two gold medals a year, you will definitely earn 100,000 yuan a year.

But for Su Da and Zixia Club, this little money is nothing.

What's more, those who can enter Su University are all elites. They can beat everyone in a grade and have the value of this investment!

Speaking of which, Wang Yang's family is just a well-off family, not a wealthy person. His monthly living expenses are only 1,500 yuan, which is barely enough to spend in school.

When he won the Zixiao Award, he could effectively alleviate his economic situation. Wang Yang was actually quite concerned about this matter. Even if Zhang Jie did not come to him, he specially set an alarm clock.

With his current boxing skills, it is not difficult to win the Zixia Gold Award.
Chapter completed!