Kieran walked out of the shadows, holding Marco’s fist in his hand. When he’d felt the force from Marco’s punch, he was surprised. Marco’s strength was much more powerful than Kieran had expected.
"At least D+ Strength!"
Kieran came up with an estimate by comparing it to his own strength.
D+ Rank Strength was not high according to the charts, but according to the system description, E+ Rank Strength was already on par with a weightlifting champion, which was quite astounding.
How many average men could become weightlifting champions, let alone exceed the strength of one? This was an impossible feat for the average man.
Compared to Kieran’s B- Strength though, it was not enough.
Every minor rank suppressed any lower ranks. A major rank could easily crush all others.
The difference between D+ and B- was not just a mere rank leap.
Marco struggled hard. His arm joints started to make noise, but the fist in Kieran’s hand was like lead welded together, not budging an inch.
