"Finally, my strength has reached 19.1." Chen Shouyi turned off the attribute panel and clenched his fist tightly. The muscles on his body, as if twisted steel wires, instantly tensed, making the air around him slightly blur.
19.1, translated into concrete strength, equates to four tons.
If two tons is the dividing line between a peak Martial Artist and a legend, his strength is already double that standard.
"Sadly, it's still too weak!" he thought to himself.
Chen Shouyi drew the curtains.
All day, there were no calls for him.
He looked into the distant darkness, unsure why, but he had a premonition that something would happen tonight.
Two days have passed, and all those who should have evacuated have done so!
Everything that should be prepared has been prepared.
The war clearly won't drag on indefinitely, the longer it drags, the more changes happen.
"Ring ring ring..."
At this moment, the phone rang.
