59: Chapter 59: Punching Power Breaks 80,000kg!

Once the gravity coefficient was set, Fang Zhuo felt his body become heavy. He tried to walk in place, but his legs felt as if they were filled with lead, and every movement was extremely strenuous.

"It's about what I estimated... However, I can still increase the intensity a bit."

After the gravity multiplier was adjusted to 3.5 times, Fang Zhuo finally composed himself, sitting with his five centers facing the sky, stepping in a gang-step, and arduously assuming the Great Dragon Stance.

"This feeling, it's so satisfyingly painful."

Under 3.5 times gravity, the effect of the Great Dragon Stance in circulating qi-blood and scouring the tendons, bones, and internal organs was even more subtle than before.

Every inch of flesh and blood seemed to be burning.

Fang Zhuo gritted his teeth and persisted.

This stance lasted for three hours.

When the hatch of the High-Civilization Gravity Chamber opened, Fang Zhuo was drenched in sweat, his training clothes sticking to his body, emitting a wave of sweat odor.

"Hungry, so hungry!"

"Hungry, hungry, hungry!"

Fang Zhuo's arms hung limply. After nodding to Old Man Zhang, he walked quickly toward the elevator, rushing back to his residence.

On the dining table, Fang Zhuo took out several thick-cut steaks he had prepared in advance.

He started the fire, poured oil, and put them in the pan.

"Sizzle—"

The aroma of beef fat mixed with the scent of meat. Fang Zhuo swallowed his saliva frantically; this was an unprecedented hunger.

Fang Zhuo only pan-seared them to medium-rare before hastily taking them out, blowing on them while stuffing them into his mouth.

After consuming nearly three jin of beef, Fang Zhuo eased his primal impulse for food.

After squeezing his body to the limit in the High-Civilization Gravity Chamber, the hunger required not only food replenishment but also martial arts potions.

"How effective this body tempering was, will depend on what happens next!"

Fang Zhuo took out several qi-blood potions, combined them with bone strengthening pills, and swallowed them all at once.

These basic martial arts potions were suitable for Intermediate Martial Artists and were not very expensive. Before setting off, Fang Zhuo had sent another 200,000 worth to Bai Shiwei.

At this moment, what Fang Zhuo was using were all returned by the system after Bai Shiwei consumed hers.

Having lived a hard life, Fang Zhuo would not let a single bit of benefit go to waste.

His original plan was to have all the resources provided by the s-rank contract at the Starry Sky Martial Artist Group sent to Bai Shiwei via Blue Moon Express.

Now that the contract was customized, it actually saved trouble.

When he met the contract conditions and received the precious rewards, Bai Shiwei would surely be by his side...

"This month, there are still 5 hours left in the High-Civilization Gravity Chamber. It won't be difficult to break through to an Advanced Martial Artist." Fang Zhuo had a premonition that he might break through the bottleneck twice.

As the qi-blood potion and bone strengthening pill entered his stomach, under his Innate Divine Ability 'Devour', they transformed into pure energy, which was snatched up and absorbed by the cells in an extremely 'hungry' state.

Fang Zhuo felt every muscle and every bone in his body growing vigorously.

The body strengthening continued until late at night.

"So much time has passed?"

After opening his eyes, Fang Zhuo glanced at his bracelet, then threw a heavy punch in front of the fist strength tester equipped in the room.

Bang!

"9200kg!"

The electronic voice sounded instantly. Fang Zhuo was somewhat pleasantly surprised. Using the 'High-Civilization Gravity Chamber' to assist in tempering his body for the first time yielded results better than expected.

His fist strength increased by 1200kg at once!

One must know that at level 29, any Intermediate Martial Artist would face a bottleneck when trying to push their Life Level to level 30.

Almost all martial arts potions lost their effect, and the martial artist's body would develop a drug resistance, making it difficult to absorb them. It often required the accumulation of time, relying on day-after-day of hard work to improve.

"The 'High-Civilization Gravity Chamber' is too effective for tempering the body. Under high gravity, the body is easily pushed to an extremely 'hungry' state."

Fang Zhuo couldn't help but sigh. No wonder Brother Wang was always thinking about the usage time he had...

He understood it all at once.

After this, he would also try to find a way to see if he could get more usage time for the gravity chamber; 8 hours a month was too little!

"As long as there is enough usage time in the 'High-Civilization Gravity Chamber', I can quickly raise my Life Level to the limit of an Advanced Martial Artist!"

Fang Zhuo's breathing quickened, but he soon calmed himself down.

The High-Civilization Gravity Chamber was the only one in the entire Blue Moon Federation, and its usage time was something even an invincible Transcendent Martial Artist like Wang Jinhua was fighting over.

The difficulty of trying to get extra time was imaginable.

One still had to eat one bite at a time.

"In these next few days, I'll book the gravity chamber again and strive to break through to an Advanced Martial Artist first."

"It's almost there, only 800kg away."

After taking a shower, Fang Zhuo fell into a deep sleep.

Perhaps because he was in a new, unfamiliar environment, even though Fang Zhuo was very tired, he didn't sleep very soundly that night, tossing and turning.

It was hard to sleep, but waking up was easy.

"If I had known the group building was such a skyscraper 'small city' that integrated living, cultivation, entertainment, and dining, I should have brought Shi Wei with me directly."

Fang Zhuo hugged his pillow and suddenly realized that this was because his bedfellow was missing.

...

Three days later.

On the 99th floor of the Starry Sky building, in front of the High-Civilization Gravity Chamber.

Old Man Zhang laughed and looked at the person who arrived, saying: "Young man, the time in the gravity chamber is precious. Everyone uses it in 1~2 hour sessions; that yields the highest returns."

"Do you really want to go in for 4 hours this time?"

"There's such a saying?"

Fang Zhuo was stunned, feeling he had learned something again: "Uncle Zhang, can I change it to two hours right now then?"

"Yes, just change it on the system."

Seeing that Fang Zhuo listened to advice, Old Man Zhang felt a bit more favorable toward him.

"Many thanks, Uncle Zhang."

Fang Zhuo strode into the High-Civilization Gravity Chamber.

The gravity was adjusted up to 3.5 times little by little.

Standing firm in the Great Dragon Stance again, Fang Zhuo realized it wasn't as difficult as last time, so he adjusted the gravity up again.

All the way to 3.7 times.

The familiar burning sensation came from every part of his body. Only then did Fang Zhuo compose his mind and grit his teeth to endure.

"Persist!"

Two hours later.

When he came out, Fang Zhuo realized that two hours of tempering, compared to the three hours last time, did not push his body to the extreme 'hungry' state.

But the difference was limited.

"It seems what Uncle Zhang said really holds some truth."

After returning to his residence, replenishing energy as usual, and taking martial arts potions, Fang Zhuo cultivated on the spot, absorbing the medicinal efficacy with all his might, attempting to break through the bottleneck of Life Level 30.

This was the first small hurdle in the martial arts of the Blue Moon Federation.

The difficulty was not high. Generally speaking, as long as one awakened a Mid-tier Martial Aspect and opened the human acupoints, one could absorb the starry sky origin power.

Combined with martial arts cultivation resources, one could always slowly grind through it.

Therefore, Advanced Martial Artists were not many in the Blue Moon Federation, but they were not few either. It belonged to the level where if one had resources at home, one could forcefully smash through it.

But for ordinary people, an Advanced Martial Artist was also an elite member of the Federation.

For the vast majority of people, their initial goal in practicing martial arts was to become an Advanced Martial Artist, earn an annual salary of one million, buy a big house, and marry a beautiful wife.

Fang Zhuo had planned the same way initially.

However, he didn't expect that he would reach the goal of being an Advanced Martial Artist so quickly!

At one in the morning, Fang Zhuo opened his eyes, a sharp glint flashing through them, and his life aura suddenly rose by a notch.

"Advanced Martial Artist...!"

From level 29 to level 30, from Intermediate Martial Artist to Advanced Martial Artist, although his lifespan did not change, unlike a Transcendent Martial Artist who could live several decades longer.

But Fang Zhuo could also clearly perceive that his Life Level was undergoing a transformation. An Advanced Martial Artist, this was the first step toward becoming a Transcendent Martial Artist...

In front of the fist strength tester.

Fang Zhuo twisted his waist and threw a punch, the wind of his fist whistling.

Bang!

While a loud noise came, the electronic voice also announced the fist strength value:

"Beep, fist strength 10028kg!"

For a level 30 martial artist, the standard base fist strength was 10000kg.

Fang Zhuo showed satisfaction, twisting his body and swinging his arm. His Body Micro-Control was fully unleashed, and he could see the muscles on his chest, back, thighs, waist, and abdomen... almost all over his body, bulging at once.

They coordinated exquisitely with each other, integrating all the force together, and then suddenly exploded!

Bang!

The instrument shook incessantly.

"Beep beep beep!"

The electronic voice sounded a series of urgent alarms, and only then did it broadcast:

"Fist strength 80224kg!"

Fang Zhuo looked obsessively at the fist strength number displayed on the screen.

One must know that for a level 39 Advanced Martial Artist, the standard base fist strength was exactly 80000kg.

Of course, an Advanced Martial Artist who could cultivate to level 39 would not have low Body Control; they would at least have reached the great completion of Micro-Perception, and their explosive power under such conditions would be even more terrifying.