Ye Wudao could tell by Jun Zi's expression that he wasn't convinced, and he guessed the guy probably wouldn't be able to sleep well tonight if he didn't fight him.
But Ye Wudao really had no interest in bullying him, so he had to ask, "How much is your punching power?"
"Six hundred and thirty jin," Jun Zi proudly declared.
This was the punching power he had just tested before arriving. He used to be able to muster a maximum of five hundred jin, but after a recent hellish training, his power had surged to around six hundred jin.
Ye Wudao nodded, indicating he understood, then faster than lightning, he threw a punch past Jun Zi's cheek, striking the wall behind him with a "bang!"
Stone powder from the wall behind Jun Zi burst outward, and there Ye Wudao had left a fist imprint in the solid wall. Then Ye Wudao slightly raised his lips in a nonchalant manner and said, "That was probably about a thousand jin of force. Still want to compare with me?"
