Huang Kun hurriedly returned to his residence.
His servant saw his unusual expression and was about to ask what happened.
Huang Kun suddenly spat out a large mouthful of fresh blood.
His essence, qi, and spirit instantly deflated, his face turning pale, completely devoid of color, his left arm twisted like a noodle.
"Quick, go find Junior Brother Luo."
Huang Kun spoke weakly, struggling to keep his breath, and instructed his servant.
After speaking, he couldn't hold his breath anymore, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted immediately.
The servant, seeing this, panicked and didn't bother to change Huang Kun's clothes, but ran quickly to find Junior Brother Luo.
Soon, the servant found Junior Brother Luo.
Junior Brother Luo was a physician, and quite skilled at that.
He walked into the room, saw Huang Kun's miserable state, and was startled. He instructed the servant to stay outside and started treating Huang Kun.
After half a day.
Huang Kun opened his eyes, looking feeble and extremely weak, his eyes filled with confusion as he stared at the ceiling.
He hadn't yet remembered what had just happened.
At this moment, Junior Brother Luo started complaining: "Wow, Senior Brother Huang, how did you end up like this, with a crushed left arm and displaced five viscera and six bowels, such severe injuries, how did this happen?"
As he spoke, he muttered skeptically: "But in the Heavenly Sword Faction, who could injure you this badly with pure physical strength?"
Huang Kun snapped back to reality, recalling the scene from half a day ago when he exchanged blows with Mu Jinyu, his lips moving a few times before he responded: "It's nothing, I met a junior brother, our acquaintance felt like old friends, and we couldn't resist sparring a bit, evenly matched..."
...
Let's not mention what happened after Huang Kun left.
On Mu Jinyu's side, after Huang Kun left, he glanced around; the surrounding spectators dared not meet his eyes, and quickly looked away, pretending not to see.
Mu Jinyu, seeing this, couldn't be bothered with them.
Afterward, he walked to the center of the practice field.
There, several stone locks of different sizes were placed.
These stone locks made of special materials looked not very large, but were incredibly heavy, even a small piece weighing hundreds of catties!
These were specifically for those who cultivated Body Refining Technique to test their pure physical strength.
Mu Jinyu walked to the smallest stone lock, looked at the label on it, and found it to weigh a thousand catties.
Mu Jinyu murmured: "Generally, martial artists cultivate Force Energy, even Energy Transformation Warriors who can kill cattle and horses with a finger rely on Energy Transformation; pure physical strength hardly reaches over a thousand catties with a single punch. After reaching the Divinity Transformation Realm, they focus more on cultivating True Yuan and performing techniques instead. Pure physical strength rarely exceeds two thousand catties, unless they specifically cultivate Body Refining Technique."
"Boxing King Tyson, at his peak, could punch with a force of eight hundred kilograms, sixteen hundred catties. If an Energy Transformation Warrior didn't use transformation to dissipate his force, they'd likely be killed by Tyson's punch."
"I never focused much on pure physical strength; my punch wouldn't reach a thousand catties. Now, having cultivated the Dragon-Elephant Prison Suppression Technique, I wonder how much it's improved."
"I hope I can achieve three thousand catties!"
Saying this, Mu Jinyu bent down to lift the stone lock before him.
As expected,
He easily lifted the thousand-catties stone lock overhead.
"Hey, looks like he's testing his physical strength!"
"No wonder, just now, when Huang Kun punched, he easily took it. His physical strength is indeed impressive!"
The crowd had been secretly observing Mu Jinyu, and seeing him lift the thousand-catties stone lock, couldn't help but whisper.
"What do you think his limit is for lifting stone locks?"
"Judging by Huang Kun's miserable exit, he must have suffered a hidden loss. Huang Kun's pure physical strength is already over five thousand catties, equivalent to the strength of five horses. I reckon Mu Jinyu should have the strength of six or seven horses!"
"Yes, I agree; his limit might be around the strength of eight horses!"
"Wow, what a freak, he possesses a spirit root and his strength has soared so rapidly, and his physical strength is also formidable, is there any hope for others?"
"..."
The crowd murmured, their tone filled with envy, jealousy, and resentment toward Mu Jinyu.
As for their discussions about the strength of five horses, these were classifications of pure physical strength in the Kunlun Ruins.
Pure physical strength reaching a thousand catties is equivalent to the strength of one horse, ten horses equal one elephant, ten elephants equal one flood dragon, and ten flood dragons equal one dragon!
In the legends of Kunlun Ruins, if a martial artist cultivates pure physical strength to the level of one dragon, possessing a million catties of immense power, they would be akin to a true dragon.
A person with a million catties of strength would essentially be a human-shaped tyrannosaurus!
Even an invincible being at the Unity Realm Stage would find it hard to withstand a punch from them!
However, throughout the history of the Kunlun Ruins, there's no record of anyone cultivating to the power of one dragon!
Those who have cultivated to the power of one flood dragon are extremely rare!
Let's put aside the crowd's envy and jealousy.
After easily lifting the thousand-catties stone lock, Mu Jinyu put it down and moved to lift the two-thousand-catties stone lock.
He felt equally unstrained, with no sense of difficulty.
Upon lifting the three-thousand-catties stone lock effortlessly, Mu Jinyu sensed something was off, "I miscalculated my potential; it seems my capability far exceeds this!"
He smiled indifferently and muttered to himself: "Of course, having consumed nearly five thousand elixirs and cultivated in the Heavenly Sword Pool for three days, if it only increased by two thousand catties, it wouldn't make sense!"
Afterward, Mu Jinyu proceeded to lift the four-thousand to nine-thousand-catties stone locks, until he reached the ten-thousand-catties stone lock, only then feeling a slight strain.
Unfortunately, there were no stone locks weighing eleven thousand, twelve thousand catties; only twenty thousand and thirty thousand catties, making it impossible for Mu Jinyu to determine his exact limit, as he was unable to lift the twenty-thousand-catties stone lock.
"Boom!!"
As he set down the ten-thousand-catties stone lock, it made a huge noise, raising dust. Mu Jinyu sighed:
"Seems I currently possess over ten thousand catties of strength, equivalent to the power of one elephant."
Mu Jinyu had been in the Heavenly Sword Faction for almost a month, and naturally understood the classification of pure physical strength in the Kunlun Ruins.
"The Dragon-Elephant Prison Suppression Technique truly lives up to its name; it can indeed cultivate one to the power of one elephant!"
"Unfortunately, cultivating Dragon Power seems like a fantasy!"
Mu Jinyu shook his head slightly, somewhat regretfully, and left the practice field under the dazed gazes of the crowd.
The crowd, astonished, found it hard to believe their eyes, looking at the slightly moved ten-thousand-catties stone lock, they rubbed their eyes.
"Wow, this guy has reached ten thousand catties of strength, equivalent to the power of one elephant!"
"That's terrifying. No wonder Huang Kun looked so miserable after exchanging blows; his arm must have been broken, yet he dare claimed it was evenly matched!"
"So, Mu Jinyu should now be the number one in body refinement within the Heavenly Sword Faction? It's been years since anyone in the faction reached the power of one elephant."
"Indeed, purely in physical strength, even Senior Brother Yun Ge wouldn't dare to compete with him head-on!"
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