83: Chapter 82 Countless fierce men of antiquity.

Rolling up his sleeves, Li Changsheng took a look and nodded with satisfaction.

His muscle definition was already quite prominent, and looking at his abdomen, one could clearly see his eight-pack abs and the smaller muscle groups like the serratus anterior.

However, Li Changsheng's muscles were not the overly exaggerated type; they were quite balanced.

"But those extremely exaggerated, devilish bodybuilders are not something ordinary people can train to become."

Li Changsheng had recently watched some fitness videos and read related Materials, learning about a method called 'tech-fitness,' which involves injecting certain hormones to achieve the physique of a bodybuilder in just a few months.

The downsides are baldness and erectile dysfunction.

So, if you watch international bodybuilding competitions and notice someone who is bald, has enlarged nipples, and is lacking down there, you can almost certainly conclude, 'Hmm, this is a tech-fitness expert!'

Furthermore, in the United States, it's nearly impossible to find anyone who doesn't use that stuff to enhance their performance. So, don't be fooled by movies; without drugs, there's actually little difference between the races.

Some studies even suggest that Asian men naturally have higher testosterone levels than other races, and testosterone is a crucial factor in determining muscle growth.

Of course, I'm not ruling out that some natural bodybuilders can get big, but they need to have certain genetic advantages. Otherwise, not to mention ten years of training, even if you trained until you died, you would never reach those exaggerated proportions.

Li Changsheng had no interest in those exaggerated proportions. It was only after seeing more that he realized, 'Oh, so the United States has been instilling in us the illusion that you are naturally stronger all these years.'

In fact, from what Li Changsheng knew, the average physical fitness of the Chinese people throughout history has been the best in the world.

Take the fierce generals of the Three Kingdoms period, for example; they all had exaggerated physiques, with broad backs, thick waists, and towering stature.

Like Zhang Fei and Zhao Yun, who were eight feet tall, equivalent to 184 cm, and Guan Yu, who was nine feet tall with a two-foot-long beard, equivalent to 207 cm.

Wutugu was twelve feet tall, did not eat grains, and fed on raw snakes and fierce beasts; that's a whopping 276 cm!!!

Even the Red Hare horse was one zhang long; measuring eight feet from hoof to neck, which means this creature was only slightly shorter than Guan Yu.

In ancient times, this would definitely be called a Dragon!

Looking at ancient scholars, just take the famous ones; Zhuge Liang was eight feet tall.

Confucius was nine feet and six inches tall, which, calculated by the Western Han foot of 23.1 cm, is 221.76 cm.

Laozi was nine feet tall, about 2.07 meters.

It is said that people of that era, especially Confucius when he traveled to various states—damn, this was a 2.2-meter-tall muscle man talking to you about Confucianism and the Dao, teaching you about humility; would you dare not listen?

The more he learned, the more interested Li Changsheng became in the culture of the Old Ancestor.

And when it came to longevity, Li Changsheng inevitably had to learn about the legendary number one warrior of the Xia Kingdom, Peng Zu.

Legend has it that this man lived for eight hundred years. At first, one would certainly think it was nonsense, fake—how could someone live so long? Wouldn't that mean he had achieved Immortal Ascension?

But according to his careful research, he discovered that this person was recorded as early as in the 'Shangshu,' the earliest document in our country, stating that Peng was in the northwest of East Shu.

This refers to the current Pengshan County in Meishan.

Later, it was recorded in more detail in the 'Biographies of Immortals' by Liu Xiang of the Western Han Dynasty, stating that Peng Zu lived from the Xia Dynasty to the end of the Yin Dynasty, over 800 years.

Of course, according to modern measurement methods, it was actually 138 years! In ancient times, they weren't wrong, and it was indeed over 800 years.

While this age might not seem like much by modern standards, in ancient times, it was absolutely the existence of an Immortal. At that time, the average life expectancy was only about sixty years, and in some war-torn eras, it might have been only around thirty.

"Longevity might be due to genetics, but it is also closely related to Cultivate. Plus, my System is the Martial Arts Longevity System; perhaps if I keep going, I might really live to become the number one person in the world."

Thinking of this, Li Changsheng couldn't help but chuckle.

Feeling the vigorous vitality and strength within his body, Li Changsheng really wanted to test just how much force his full-power punch actually had.

"I'll use that tree to test it!"

Li Changsheng scanned the area, his gaze finally landing on a fir tree not far outside the courtyard.

This fir tree wasn't too big, with a diameter of about twenty centimeters and a height of four or five meters; for a fir tree, it could only be considered a seven or eight-year-old sapling.

Standing before the fir tree, Li Changsheng took a deep breath, guided his Qi to his Dantian, and assumed the Three-Body Stance. Streams of heat began to surge within his body, and he stomped his right leg fiercely, unleashing a burst of shock force.

In an instant, his entire body's power opened and closed, surging; his tendons and bones resonated together, from his bone marrow to his skin. His chest and abdomen seemed to vibrate with the 'Heng' and 'Ha' sounds, as if currents of air were rushing through. His spine crackled, and with a swing, he was like a stretched, taut longbow. With a 'clack,' his arms and legs instantly unfolded like five bows, pausing briefly for a moment.

The next instant, 'Whoosh! Snap!' The wind exploded, a powerful gale whistled, and with a sudden surge of his legs, he lunged forward. As his legs moved, a layer of wind seemed to whip up around his feet, and he thrust out a punch with explosive force.

'Bang!' The force surged rapidly from his feet into his spine, and then, like a wave of force layered upon force, it suddenly burst forth from his fist.

Wood chips exploded. As the 'Bang' faded, it was accompanied by a 'crack, crack' sound.

He saw dense, crisscrossing wooden splinters appear on the trunk, and then the upper part of the trunk began to tilt to one side. After a harsh sound of wood tearing, the large tree snapped and fell with a crash.

'Huff, huff!' Looking at the broken fir tree, Li Changsheng stared at his own right fist, where the skin was torn, in a daze, unable to believe it.

"My punch has this much power?!!!"

While quickly calming his chaotic breathing with his breathing technique, he stared in shock at the results of his efforts.

But immediately after, the scolding voice of Third Grandma came from next door.

"Which goddamn bastard knocked over my tree?!"

Hearing this, Li Changsheng instinctively wanted to run, but after thinking about it, he stopped.

Soon, he saw Third Grandma, holding a kitchen knife, and Third Grandpa storming out in a rage.

"Changsheng, you're here. Did you see who knocked over the tree that my family has been growing for several years?"

Third Grandpa's face was filled with anger; if this tree had grown for a few more years, it would have been worth a lot. Now that it was knocked over, not only had its value plummeted, but the person had also run away.

"Uh, Third Grandpa, Third Grandma, I actually broke this while practicing my martial arts just now. How about this: tell me how much the tree is worth, and I will compensate you in full."

As Li Changsheng spoke, he prepared to take out his phone. He planned to pay a little extra, thinking to himself that he would need to buy a punch force tester in the future; otherwise, he couldn't keep paying for a tree every time he tested his strength.

"Sigh, what nonsense are you spouting, kid? Could this really be broken by a punch? It must have been hit by a car. Don't people know to drive slowly in the village? And the person ran away; it makes me so angry."

Third Grandpa absolutely didn't believe it. What a joke, could this be done with a punch? Even with an axe, it would take him a long time to chop it down.

"It really was me. Look, I even have an injury on my hand."

Li Changsheng pointed to the wound on his fist.

However, the two still didn't believe him until Li Changsheng showed them some wood chips in the wound and kept explaining, at which point the couple finally accepted it.

As for the tree, Li Changsheng directly had Qiang Zi take it away, considering it as providing some Materials for his construction business.