92: Chapter 89 This punch, though overt, was also covert.

It was like a siege battering ram accelerating to its limit and suddenly striking; the testing machine that was hit emitted a series of strange sounds from within.

The target bearing the heavy blow dented severely, and the gravity-sensitive metal inside made a loud noise, making everyone present's ears buzz.

The values on the Boxing measuring device changed rapidly, finally fluctuating wildly to display an eye-catching three-digit number.

Riiiip!

The moment Li Changsheng withdrew his fist, wisps of shattered sponge debris flew everywhere, and the springs behind the sponge were violently expanding and contracting, as if they were about to burst out.

Looking closer, because the absorbent cotton had been punched through, the steel plate inside was exposed, revealing a clear, dented fist print on it.

Sith saw this and hurriedly ran over to check the situation, then touched the dented area with his hand, discovering that it was as if a steel stamp had been branded onto it in an instant by a pneumatic hammer.

The hard steel plate was now like soft mud, having been forcibly struck into this shape by Li Changsheng's punch.

"I'm not usually like this. My body can't quite handle striking like this; I might have performed beyond my specifications. Under normal circumstances, I wouldn't do this."

Li Changsheng was quite satisfied with this punch. Although he had tapped into his Liver Fire and gone all out—something he would never do under normal circumstances—it was indeed the strongest force he could produce.

Although Li Changsheng had felt that the power he could exert was unusual when he broke the tree earlier, he still didn't know his exact strength.

The mark on the steel plate wasn't particularly obvious, but this was after penetrating the absorbent cotton. This meant that the penetrative power of his force was already extremely strong.

"It truly lives up to being one of the mother fists of Xingyi."

It was no wonder. The Crushing Fist embodied the word 'venomous': 'Continuous Crushing Fists are like poisonous arrows, every Fist Intent pierces the enemy's organs.' Its penetrative power might not be as targeted as the Heart-Striking Elbow, but its lethality was still off the charts.

By now, Sith was stunned, and the cameraman, who had been paying close attention to the lens, was even more bewildered.

Then they looked at the two professors, only to find that the professors were first dazed, then their eyes lit up, followed by a burst of unintelligible gibberish.

Li Changsheng faintly heard various expressions of shock and interjections. It was mostly things like 'God' and the like.

"920 pounds! My God, I recall Tyson's highest record was 860 pounds. Did his punch force refresh the Peak data of Tyson at forty?!"

Sith finally looked at the computer readings on the side, swallowed, and then said, his voice slightly trembling.

Perhaps one could say that during that test, Tyson's strength hadn't evolved to its complete form; in short, one could find all sorts of excuses, but this value of over nine hundred pounds could not deceive anyone.

The key was that this equipment was provided by them, so they certainly couldn't slap their own faces.

And what was the concept of 920 pounds? It meant this punch of 417 kilograms of force was equivalent to an instantaneous impact force of about four thousand Newtons.

Usually, an untrained ordinary adult male has difficulty reaching 164 kilograms of force in a single punch; in fact, most of the time it is below 150 kilograms.

Some with a weak Physique might not even reach a force of one hundred kilograms.

A full-force slap from an adult Siberian tiger is about one ton of force, which can instantly knock out a black bear.

In other words, this punch from Li Changsheng was equivalent to a full-force blow from half an adult Siberian tiger.

The two professors were frantically tapping on the computer, recording data while instructing the cameraman to make sure to preserve this precious video footage.

At this moment, Gao Qiang's livestream room was also exploding, the original tens of thousands of viewers rising at a visible rate.

Water Emperor: "To be fair, I think saying he can surpass Tyson is nonsense. Tyson's punch is nearly a ton; this is only over nine hundred pounds, so it's still far off."

Canglan Star: "To the poster above, stop hyping Tyson. In fact, if you observe carefully, you can find that Tyson's punch force is a matter of much debate, and the numbers skyrocket every year. Especially when someone said Brother Dragon had a punch of six hundred pounds, many people started crazily adding to Tyson's stats, saying he had eight hundred pounds. I even suspect that his eight hundred-plus pounds were all blown out of proportion."

Lion Wild Song: "That makes sense. There are too many versions of tests regarding Tyson's punch force, and different models of testing machines produce different results. Before, seeing Monk Yihu hit nine hundred pounds of force, to be honest, it was a bit unreasonable. It cannot be denied that Yihu is very powerful and his matches are great, but his KO count simply cannot compare to Tyson's. Although Tyson is hyped a bit too exaggeratedly—some even say he has a one-ton punch—this eight hundred-plus pounds is reasonable. However, Brother Changsheng being able to hit nine hundred and twenty pounds with one punch is something I can't understand at all. Looking at him, his Physique doesn't seem very sturdy either. Could it be that practicing Traditional Martial Arts makes the strength more concentrated? Can any brother come out and explain?"

Old Daoist: "Let me explain a bit. True experts of Traditional Martial Arts can indeed unleash force far exceeding several times their own body weight with a lean Physique. You can look into some martial arts masters from the late Qing Dynasty, such as 'Iron-Leg Buddha' Shang Yunxiang. When practicing Boxing, his force would crush the blue bricks under his feet; that's how he got his nickname. Or consider the 'Thousand-Catty Strongman King', Wang Ziping, who could still lift a huge stone millstone weighing hundreds of catties in his old age, and even wrestled with strongmen from several countries, taking down 300-pound strongmen with one or two punches. 'Arm Saint' Master Zhang Ce practiced while wearing a pair of 20-kilogram iron shoes; his build was similarly lean, yet he had infinite strength. In that era, there were too many martial artists who were lean but had immense power. Traditional Martial Arts never meant that just because someone looks lean and sharp, they can't fight; this is incompatible with the situation of foreign arenas where everyone is a big, muscular guy. Moreover, the domestic economic situation in that era was very grim; ordinary people couldn't even guarantee a meal. Even if martial practitioners could eat a little, it was a huge gap compared to the nutritional levels of people today. So, after saying all this, I just want to say, this is an expert!"

This person named Old Daoist rambled on and typed a lot of words. It was evident that although he named himself Old Daoist, his typing speed was incredibly fast.

Dust Returns to Look Back: "Brother, you know quite a lot. Then analyze it for us: what level is this Brother Changsheng really at? He doesn't look very sturdy, but this force is truly a bit exaggerated."

Old Daoist: "I can't be too sure. His strength looks similar to the eruption of Dark Jin, but looking at his force exertion and the penetrative effect of his power, it hasn't reached the level of Dark Jin yet. Strange, it's a bit strange."

Phoenix Perches Exploring North Slope: "Brother, you even understand this 'Dark Jin' thing? Are you also an expert? (Squinting smile)."

Old Daoist: "I'm not any kind of expert. I've only just started learning Traditional Martial Arts a few years ago. A late elder of mine once demonstrated Dark Jin to me before he passed away. Unfortunately, I hadn't learned much before the old man passed on."