Chapter 11: 2 Tons of Punching Force!

"Doesn't that mean I can only walk the path of brute force and can't cultivate martial arts?"

Jiang He appeared gloomy and dejected. "Does that mean I can't split mountains and rivers with my palm, pluck the stars and moon, or unleash a sword's radiance over thirty thousand miles?"

"???"

Speechless, Zhang San barked, "What the hell are you thinking?"

"Even if your meridians and Qi weren't crippled, there's a ninety-nine percent chance you would never reach that level with your talent … let alone you, even Qin Jiuzhou, the top elite of the Great Xia couldn't do it."

"If you really cultivate to that level, you wouldn't be far from becoming immortal … would the Great Xia have to fear those vermin behind the Sky Gate if we had such an elite?"

"Sky Gate?"

Jiang He exclaimed in surprise. "What's that?"

"Third Brother!"

Li Si suddenly barked.

Zhang San came to his senses and stopped talking.

Jiang He pressed.

However, the three of them pretended to be crazy and did not admit that they had just mentioned the two words "Elysium".

Wang Mazi even changed the subject, saying, "Jiang He, didn't you want to cultivate your physique?

I think you could try it. Start with the simplest way to strengthen your physique, and if you could reach martial artist's level with your physical strength, you could walk the path of physique refinement. "

"That's right!"

Zhang San exclaimed. "Even if your future achievements would be limited, at least you would have something to aspire to. Your physique could match a rank-three or rank-four martial artist, and it would be enough for you to live a life of luxury."

Li Si said, "It's not as if you can't cultivate martial arts with physique refinement, since basic martial arts such as basic body movements and fist techniques don't require True Qi … and if you walk the path of physique refinement, it would be best to choose a staff, axe, hammer, or broadsword as your weapon …"

Jiang He thought about it and said, "Broadsword sounds good, but this is an asylum. Where would I get a broadsword?"

"That's easy!"

Wang Mazi said. "Look under my bed when you get back to 207. I remember there's a broadsword under my bed, and while it's not a broadsword, it's more than enough for cultivation … Alright, you can go back."

"This is a lockup, and only people like us who did something wrong can stay here … by the way, get me the fruit platter on the tea table!"

Confinement my ass!

As Jiang He cursed inwardly, he went to the living room and picked up the fruit platter from the coffee table. Just as he was about to bring it to the bedroom, he paused as if remembering something and promptly turned to run.

Indistinct curses could be heard from behind.

Jiang He ignored him directly.

She even ate a piece of watermelon as she ran down the stairs.

He returned to Ward 207.

Jiang He had another apple and a few grapes before covering the fruit plate with plastic wrap again.

"Ding!"

"Reasonable diet. Strength + 10kg."

"???"

Jiang He did a double take.

Eating melons can also trigger the system reward to increase strength?

He took out his phone and opened a web page.

Jiang He typed 'Is there any benefit to having fruit after dinner?'

Then, he clicked on Search.

"Eating fruits after dinner can help promote gastrointestinal activity, relieve constipation, replenish nutrients, and maintain health …"

"If that's the case, it does make sense."

"Then … what about supper tonight?"

Jiang He checked again.

Some experts said that eating supper at night was not good as it was easy to gain weight. Others said that eating supper at night could supplement nutrition and relieve hypoglycemia and insufficient nutrition during sleep.

"So …"

"Eating supper at night is reasonable too?"

He took out three Twenty-Four-Flavored Rehmannia Pills and ate them.

"Ding!"

"Reasonable diet. Strength + 10kg."

Jiang He counted with his fingers.

Three meals, three medicine, and eight Twenty-Four-Flavored Rehmannia Pills a day would increase his strength by 140kg.

"Fruits after dinner, supper in the wee hours … morning jogs, training after lunch, and night jogs add up to 50kg of strength."

"If that's the case, I could gain 190kg of strength in a day through my hard work and training … that's 5700kg in a month, and almost 70,000kg in a year …"

A punching strength of 1000kg would be at the level of martial artists.

And 70,000kg of strength …"I wouldn't lose out to rank-three or rank-four martial artists, right?"

"Moreover, I have a feeling that this system could be developed further. If I find another way to increase strength, my ability would improve even faster … even if I can't cultivate martial arts, godly techniques, or pluck the stars and moon, I could still blow up a planet with a single punch!"

At that thought …

The gloom in Jiang He's mind was swept away, and he could not help feeling invigorated.

He lifted Pockmarked Wang's bed to find a wooden box beneath it.

It was long and narrow, and covered in dust.

There was even a lock hanging over it, but Jiang He did not know where the key was. Not bothering to look for it, Jiang He grabbed the lock and gave it a violent tug, breaking the small lock instantly.

"It seems that my 430kg of strength is not wasted …"

He opened the wooden box.

There was indeed a combat blade lying inside.

It was ninety centimeters long and entirely jet-black, glinting faintly under the light.

Being a twenty-first-century youth, the only blade Jiang He had touched in real life was a cleaver, let alone understand blades. Still, Jiang He was too lazy to judge since he could not tell if a blade was good or bad. Grabbing the blade and swinging it a few times, he felt his wrist aching.

"It's so heavy!"

"My strength is 430kg now, but it's a little taxing just to swing it a few times … this blade probably weighs more than a hundred catties!"

Jiang He had learned basic martial arts before.

However, his' memory 'was a mess and he had long forgotten about it.

It was fortunate that martial arts were widespread in this era, and basic martial arts manuals were available online, along with many instructional videos.

Hence, Jiang He practiced with the Basic Blade Technique in his ward for around three hours and barely grasped the knack of it. Then, he searched for Basic Body Technique and Basic Fist Technique and practiced accordingly.

In the wee hours of the morning.

When he was hungry, he would have fruits for supper.

After that, he would continue cultivating.

Before he knew it, the sun had risen.

"Time for a morning jog …"

[Ding!]

[Reasonable exercise, strength + 10kg.]Seven days in a row.

Aside from his morning jogs, after-lunch training, and night jogs, Jiang He had shut himself in his ward to cultivate.

When it was time for medicine and meals, he would hide the blade so that the nurses and doctors would not notice it.

…

August twenty-fourth, 2024.

Ten days after Jiang He transmigrated.

It was also the eighth day since he started cultivating his Basic Blade Technique, Basic Body Technique, and Basic Fist Technique.

[Ding!]

[Reasonable diet, strength + 10kg.][Ding!]

[Reasonable use of medicine, strength + 10kg.]After breakfast and medicine, Jiang He had an idea and turned on his System Panel.

[Name: Jiang He]

[Age: 20]

Occupation: Mental PatientStrength: 1880kg

"Close to 2 tons of strength … My seven days of hard training were not in vain."

"I feel like I've almost mastered the basic martial arts saber technique, basic martial arts body technique, and basic martial arts fist technique … I've almost mastered the force exertion technique I learned online. One punch can produce close to 2 tons of force!"

"But I only have strength now, and I don't have any actual combat experience … I don't know if Pockmarked Wang would be willing to be my sparring partner."

After some thought, Jiang He wrapped the blade in his bedsheet and went up to the fourth floor.

(End of Chapter)