prynovel Chapter 1327 - 642: Limits
Chapter 1327 - 642: Limits
The "Ghost Back" skill effect activated instantly, and the power surged through his body like a high-pressure pump, all of it channeled into his right hand.
Crack!
A piercing metal snapping explosion echoed through the living room.
The solid knurled grip bar, a full 20 millimeters thick, was actually crushed into two pieces by his single hand.
The fracture presented a brutal, torn metallic luster, with jagged edges shimmering with a cold, sharp gleam.
Before the broken dumbbell could hit the ground, Fang Cheng’s wrist swiftly turned, and like lightning, both hands caught the two parts.
Then, he placed the again scrapped dumbbell back on the rack.
Looking at the scrap on the shelf, he sighed softly:
"After crossing the 80 points threshold in basic attributes, even the skill effect’s boost has become so terrifying."
Merely snapping a dumbbell grip bar was clearly far from testing the limits of this body’s strength.
Fang Cheng withdrew his gaze and turned to the fitness equipment on the other side of the rack.
There were neatly stacked 25KG standard cast iron weight plates.
He reached out and grabbed two plates.
The 100-jin solid iron lumps, which ordinary people would need both hands to bear, felt as light as two thin pancakes between his fingers.
Fang Cheng stacked the two iron plates, palms facing each other, and held them flat in front of his chest.
"Hoo—"
He exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, a gleam of sharpness flashing deep in his eyes.
The next second, his entire body’s muscles began convulsing violently, as if countless tiny dragons were traversing beneath his skin.
Immediately, the latissimus dorsi and trapezius muscles on his back expanded drastically to both sides, once again forming a "ghost face" seemingly roaring beneath the sunlight.
Squeak—Creak—
Amidst an excruciatingly grinding metallic groan, Fang Cheng’s palms suddenly closed inward with forceful compression.
The two hard solid cast iron plates began to distort.
The molecular structure of the metal lost its dignity in the face of absolute strength, with the edges of the plates tinged with a weak dark red.
That was heat energy produced from intense compression.
Fang Cheng let out a low roar, his strength continuously surging.
The two plates appeared as if they were kneaded like clay, squeezing into each other’s bodies.
The scorching scent of heated metal permeated the air.
Amid a series of muffled crunches, they intertwined and embedded into each other.
Eventually, they fused entirely together, forming a solid metal lump with curled edges and doubled thickness.
Such terrifying destructive power was akin to that of an industrial hydraulic press.
In front of him, an ordinary person’s flesh might be more fragile than tofu.
"Another two wasted."
Fang Cheng looked at the compressed weight plates, shaking his head slightly.
Then, he placed them back on the rack, shaking his somewhat hot palms.
He was quite satisfied with the results of this strength test.
Yet, even so, the urge for destruction in his heart still wasn’t fully unleashed.
Fang Cheng slowly clenched his fists, knuckles cracking, his gaze burning.
He was utterly curious about how much kinetic energy these fists could unleash if they were thrown with absolutely no restraint.
The current market boxing power meters have a maximum load capacity of only one or two thousand kilograms at best.
With his now-superhuman strengths, surpassing the 80-point limit threshold, a full-force punch...
Not only would it fail to measure real data, but it would likely smash the machine into pieces of debris.
Evidently, directly testing fist power was not feasible.
He must find a more straightforward way that doesn’t damage the environment to gauge his strength limit.
Fang Cheng’s eyes swept over the array of equipment.
Finally, they settled on the bottom of the rack, where there lay a 2.2-meter Olympic professional weightlifting bar.
An idea for testing the limits of wrist and arm strength quickly formed in his mind.
Fang Cheng stepped forward and single-handedly drew out that all-steel long bar.
He placed one end of the bar on an elevated bracket, starting to load weight plates on the other end.
During this process, he quickly ran through lever principles from basic physics in his mind.
To have the bar remain horizontally still in mid-air,
If gripping the furthest ten centimeters handle single-handedly while holding it suspended in the air, the wrist’s reverse torque must equal the falling torque produced by the weight on the other end to counterbalance.
And the more than two-meter bar length would amplify the torque more than twentyfold.
This meant, with each additional kilogram at the far end, the counterbalancing force exerted on the wrist would roughly transform into twenty kilograms.
For an initial test, Fang Cheng first hung two 25KG weight plates on the far end, totaling 50 kilograms.
He walked to the end with no load, his right hand brought together, like holding a long chopstick, his five fingers tightly clasped the tip of the long pole.
The forearm muscles suddenly exerted strength, lifting upward.
The long pole instantly separated from the rack, steadily suspended flat in mid-air.
The actual weight of 50 kilograms, magnified by twenty times the leverage, exerted a downward momentum on his right wrist, surpassing one ton.
This is equivalent to directly lifting a micro car with one hand.
But Fang Cheng’s arm seemed welded to the long pole, without even the slightest tremor.
Moreover, his expression appeared calm and relaxed, even his breathing rhythm was not disrupted.
"Too light."
After trying, Fang Cheng shook his head.
Then he placed the long pole back on the rack, picked up a barbell plate with his left hand, and added up to four plates.
A full 100 kilograms of weight on the end.
Then, Fang Cheng exerted force with his right hand again, lifting it flat.
The performance of the long pole was still very stable.
The torque magnified to two tons pressed on the wrist bone, and after a brief adjustment, Fang Cheng stabilized into a horse stance and successfully lifted it.
"Add more."
Feeling there was still ample strength, Fang Cheng decided to continue exploring the limits, accelerating the stacking speed.
He successively inserted iron plates into the long pole.
Five plates, six plates... until the eighth plate was hung.
When the weight at the far end reached 200 kilograms, magnified downward force reached four tons.
Fang Cheng’s wrist finally felt a heavy pressure.
The muscles of the forearm pulled out several clear grooves, veins hidden under the skin slowly protruding like roots.
But it was only a bit strenuous, with space still away from the limit.
So he continued to stack more, until the tenth barbell plate.
Clang!
The thick metal sleeve on the other end was stuffed full.
Fang Cheng took a deep breath, his chest slightly swelled, ready to face the challenge.
His five fingers on the right hand were like steel finger tigers embedded in iron, firmly locking the tip.
"Lift!"
With a deep exhalation, the long pole was lifted flat for the third time.
This time, the power of physical laws was fully revealed.
A 250-kilogram weight at the far end, magnified by over two meters of lever arm, exerted downward force on Fang Cheng’s right wrist joint, soaring to a terrifying five tons.
Equivalent to lifting a heavy truck with just one hand.
Fang Cheng’s right forearm muscles instantaneously expanded under heavy pressure, muscled lines knotted like steel cables on a winch.
Soft cartilage and joints of the wrist emitted faint "crackling" friction sounds.
The long pole, filled with black cast iron plates, displayed a noticeable curve under gravitational pull.
Yet Fang Cheng’s arm held firmly to the end like a steel pillar set in mid-air, maintaining the horizontal balance.
One second, two seconds...
In a posture totally defying human mechanics, he held steadily for a full five seconds.
The strength of the arm and the hardness of the wrist bone were displayed extravagantly at this moment.
It was dreadful, unprecedented.
Finally, the long pole began to tremble slightly, evidently struggling to sustain.
Crash—
Fang Cheng loosened his five fingers.
The long pole, losing support, sank instantly, the head tilting toward the ground.
Ten heavy cast-iron barbell plates clashed against each other, creating a crisp clang, sliding rapidly down the inclined metal pole.
On the verge of puncturing the freshly laid gym floor.
Fang Cheng’s eyes slightly narrowed.
His body pulled out a blurred afterimage in place.
A brief tearing sound of airflow suddenly erupted in the enclosed living room.
Just before the first iron plate touched the floor, Fang Cheng was already half-squatted under the far end of the long pole.
His hands reached out continuously, fingers flitting, transforming into a mesmerizing array of palm shadows.
Bang!
The empty end of the long pole slammed onto the shock-absorbing gym floor, emitting a muffled sound.
Yet those ten plates totaling 250 kilograms were intercepted entirely by Fang Cheng, stacked neatly back onto the rack beside him.
From releasing to catching the plates, the entire process took less than 0.5 seconds, leaving not even a scratch on the floor’s finish.