The White Demon approached the stove and took a deep breath. He clenched his palm into a fist and drew his hand back. Then he stepped forward and kicked the center of the slab with all his might.
Bam!
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There was a powerful ringing sound like the beating of a bell, it rang out for dozens of meters. The sound was long and clear.
The White Demon's blow was swift and crushing. Many people didn't even notice its movements and were shaken to their core.
Then, part of the slab lit up, and numbers appeared. They rapidly changed and increased until they stopped at the final value. The number on the slab was '300'.
"Three hundred..." Someone muttered.
,m "Damn... is that even possible?"
The audience was stunned by the White Demon's result.
"Ern, what does that mean? By its looks, three hundred is a very good result."
"Of course, it's incredible. The power of the blow is estimated in tons, given the value on the platform, the power of this blow equals three hundred tons."
Wain was silent. He didn't know how powerful his blow was. He had never needed to calculate it.
"Anybody has any questions?" White Demon asked.
"Yes! I do!" Someone raised a hand in the fourth row.
"Speak."
"What Chronicle are you in, and could you tell me about the record?"
"Right now, I'm in Third Chronicle. The record for a person in First Chronicle is thirty tons, for Second Chronicle, it's a hundred tons." The White Demon calmly replied.
'He's in Third Chronicle... I didn't even notice that. His aura is so calm, as if he were an ordinary man, not a warrior. I still have a long way to go to his level.'
No one else had any questions, and the trial officially began.
Wain and Ern were in the second row in the middle. They waited until it was their turn and watched the others' results closely.
Most of the participants' punching power was in the neighborhood of thirty to fifty. Some managed to knock out fifty-five tons, but some couldn't even reach twenty-five.
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As in the arena, the use of skills or equipment was forbidden. All the contestants had were their muscles and fists.
The final result and the strength of the blow depended not only on stats but also largely on the speed and technique of the blow. This was a big problem for those who relied solely on brute force. Many whose stats were much lower had more punching power than those whose higher stats.
"What do you think your result will be?" Ern asked.
"I don't know, but their stats don't look strong. Although, maybe that's only compared to the chief's result."
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"So you're sure you can hit harder than fifty tons?"
"Definitely, I want to break the record, but I'm not sure I can do it that easily. We only have three attempts, and I've never participated in anything like this before."
Tremble.
Suddenly there was a mighty clang. It was coming from the sixth row. Everyone turned around and saw a shocking number on the slab.
"Seventy tons!" The Demon recording the results announced loudly.
Assistants were obliged to say significant results, and this one was the first.
The one who struck such a powerful blow was a tall girl with long pink hair and green eyes. On her arms and legs were yellow lines that resembled veins through which energy flowed. She was an Inerian.