Three hours had danced away since Long Tian and Liang Zhi stepped into the vibrant heart of Suisei Pavilion. The air remained electric, pulsating with the rhythm of the music that refused to wane even as the clock struck midnight.
In this moment, Long Tian's fists clenched with determination, his gaze casually fixed on a boxing machine standing before him. With fluid ease, he unleashed a resounding punch, the impact echoing through the lively space. The numbers on the display spun in response to the force.
As the digits settled at 5342 pounds, a collective gasp filled the air. Liang Zhi, Su Zhe, and the others stared in astonishment. Even onlookers couldn't help but share the surprise at the impressive display of strength.
A hushed pause lingered, and then Long Tian nonchalantly broke the silence, "Oh, that's much lower than my usual punches. Seems like I've been influenced by the liquor," his words flowed casually, accompanied by a faint smile.
