"Damn!" "Fuck!"
From the students lined up behind, the sounds of swearing rose in waves.
But in this context, these expletives only conveyed their astonishment.
That's because a force of over 300 kilograms was too brutal, surpassing the limit of a professional fourth division and reaching the level of the Boxing King. It truly exceeded the standard.
At the side of the line, contestant number 42, who had just walked by with a smug look, suddenly turned his head, looked at the boxing force measuring device, and wore a face of shock, "How much?"
On his right side, a student in line kindly reminded him.
"322, brother."
"It's about more than twice yours."
"Damn!"
Number 42 looked as if he had been hit, and walked away without turning his head.
Before he left, he didn't forget to flip the bird to the "kind-hearted person."
Who asked you to remind me that someone else's punch was twice mine?
Not well-intentioned!
