NOVEL NEXT Chapter 8 - Shock
The Combat Strength Detector was in the corner of the district.
The residential area was an old residential area, and it could even be said to be the cheapest residential area in the city.
The people who lived here were all from the lowest level of the city.
No one would have thought that a Junior Martial Apprentice would be born in their district.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Yun Ling continued to hit the Combat Strength Detector.
1001.
1062.
1150.
1210.
Not enough, it was still not enough.
Although he had the Ultimate Cultivation Talent, it was not possible to completely comprehend the elementary Celestial Skill, the Thunderous Fist, in just a few minutes.
Yun Ling also knew that it would not be long before he could comprehend the Thunderous Fist.
1001.
1170.
1350.
1500.
Looking at the numbers on the Combat Strength Detector, Yun Ling thought that it was about time.
The first punch was his basic combat strength.
The second punch was doubled, the third punch was doubled, and the fourth punch was doubled. It was a total of three times.
However, it was far from reaching the effect of doubling.
Hmm?
“Little Feng?”
Yun Jinglin, who was preparing to go to work, unintentionally saw Yun Jinglin in the corner. He thought that he had seen wrongly.
After realizing that it was indeed Little Feng, he walked over with curiosity.
Yun Jinglin walked behind Yun Ling and looked at the Combat Strength Detector that Yun Ling was fiercely hitting. He looked at the numbers on the Combat Strength Detector and was tongue-tied.
1100…
1200…
1370…
1590…
Hiss!
When he saw the number “1590”, Yun Jinglin finally sucked in a cold breath of air. He quickly blinked a few times, because he felt that this was an impossible number.
However, no matter how many times he blinked, the Combat Strength Detector still displayed the number “1590”.
Yun Ling did not have any spiritual perception at the moment, and he was immersed in the cultivation of the Thunderstorm Fist, so he did not notice Yun Jinglin's arrival.
Only a Grandmaster Level martial artist would have spiritual perception.
He turned around and saw that it was his foster father, Yun Jinglin. His face froze slightly.
“Dad, why are you here?”
“Oh, I, I am here to see what you are doing here.”
Yun Jinglin swallowed his saliva and was still in a daze. The number displayed on the Combat Strength Detector really shocked him.
“Little Feng, you are already a Junior Martial Apprentice?”
After a long silence, Yun Jinglin looked at Yun Ling.
“Yes, Dad.”
Yun Ling nodded. He felt that since his father already knew, there was no need for him to hide it anymore.
After all, he was just a Junior Martial Apprentice.
“But your cultivation talent is only a Weak Level Cultivation Talent. How could you possibly cultivate it in such a short period of time?”
“I don't know why either.”
Yun Ling scratched his head and said, “Dad, I hope you don't tell anyone about this.”
He had his own purpose for doing so. He had never told anyone about his ultimate Cultivation Talent.
He didn't want to reveal too much of his confidence. After all, he was only a Junior Martial Apprentice.
“Hmm, you have your own concerns. I won't tell anyone.”
Yun Jinglin nodded.
He remembered that the first time he saw Yun Ling, he was only five years old. However, his eyes had never left his mind.
A pair of eyes filled with hatred!
Those eyes made him feel a chill down his spine when facing a five-year-old child.
“Dad, there's something else.”
Yun Ling looked at Yun Jinglin.
“What is it?”
“You are late for work.”
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