Chapter Twelve: Touch

  Yang Tong looked in the direction of Feng Xiaobo's finger, and was immediately shocked. He asked in a low voice, "Are you sure you didn't point incorrectly?" Because what he was pointing at was a... a mountain, how to describe it, well, using "meat mountain" would be very fitting. It was a head taller than Yang Tong, and Yang Tong estimated that it weighed at least 300 kilograms!

  "Absolutely not, I swear!" Feng Xiaobo said with great solemnity, raising his hand. Then he smiled complacently and continued: "Otherwise, the boys in Class 8 would be a shame to all men! I believe that now, when the boys from Class 8 walk on the street, they absolutely dare not admit that they are from Class 8, hehehe..."

  Yang Tong thought about it from his own perspective and felt that if he were in their shoes, he would probably be so ashamed that he would die.

  "So who's my opponent tomorrow? Do you know?" Yang Tong asked.

  "Qin Tianyue is much better than that one, of course. She looks pretty good too. But I heard her strength is absolutely not weak, so be careful." Fēng Xiǎo Bō replied with his head down.

  Yang Tong rolled her eyes and was speechless for a moment. Isn't this nonsense? Those who can make it to the finals, can they be weak?

  "Off I go, time for me to head home and rest." Yang Tong turned around, waved his hand at Feng Xiaobo, and bid him farewell before leaving.

  Back home, because I came back early, it wasn't time for dinner yet, so I went to the yard and threw a punch at the dynamometer.

  The force gauge actually showed 1.8 times amplification.

  "How is this possible?" Yang Tong himself couldn't believe it, he had just measured three days ago, but the increase was only 1.3 times, how did it grow to 1.8 times in just three days?

  Yang Tong deleted the data from the dynamometer and re-measured his own standard force.

  Bow step punch, hit the dynamometer.

  The machine displayed Yang Tong's standard strength as 392 kilograms! Just a little bit short, the strength index would have reached the level of a fourth-grade apprentice martial artist. Immediately afterwards, Yang Tong tried several more times, and this data did not go wrong, there were just some small fluctuations.

  What surprised Yang Tong the most was that in just a few short days, his strength had increased by several dozen kilograms.

  Yang Tong carefully thought about the experiences of the past few days, nothing was out of the ordinary, if there was anything unusual it was that his nervous reaction had suddenly increased threefold, and also to adapt to this situation, he started practicing Tai Chi thirteen forms again.

  "Could it be..." Yang Tong seemed to have realized something.

  Yang Tong stood in the middle of the courtyard, slowly starting to practice Tai Chi. He went through the thirteen forms of Tai Chi again and again, until he stopped at the tenth repetition, freezing in place like a seal.

  Yang Tong was seen crouching in a strange horse stance in the courtyard, his hands forming a circle with palms facing inward, as if embracing a ball.

  Yang Tong was completely enchanted, a kind of unspeakable wonder, as if merging with heaven and earth.

  Just then, Father Yang Tong came back from outside the door. "I'm back, why are you starting to cook so early today?"

  "Tong Ge, you're back." Luo Xiaojuan's voice came from the kitchen, "The son is back, cook something for him to eat quickly."

  "Oh, where is he? I heard from familiar friends that his son did extremely well in the exam and even entered the final round of the graduation tournament." Yang Tong's mood was not bad.

  "That's right, our son is naturally not ordinary, he's practicing boxing in the courtyard." Luo Xiaojuan replied proudly, having a promising son was certainly something to be happy about.

  "You cook, I'll go take a look at him." Yang Tong changed into casual clothes and walked towards the backyard. As soon as he stepped in, he saw Yang Tong squatting alone in the yard with a strange horse stance.

  Yang Tong was about to speak when he suddenly felt a strange state on his son's body. Although he was standing there, it seemed as if he didn't exist at all. Closing his eyes and using the senses of a 9th-level martial artist in training, Yang Tong couldn't feel his presence at all. Yang Tong quickly closed his mouth and carefully observed for a moment, with both doubt and excitement on his face. He thought to himself, "Could it be that my son has already reached that level?" Yang Tong suppressed his excitement and quietly retreated from the courtyard.

  She rushed into the kitchen excitedly and said to Luo Xiaojuan with a smile: "Just now I went to see my son, guess what I saw?"

  "What's wrong?" asked Luo Xiaojuan, who was washing vegetables and asked casually at the same time.

  "I see my son entering a meditative state," said Yang Tong excitedly.

  "What's strange about entering a meditative state?" Luo Xiaojuan didn't think it was unusual, even the most basic warriors would enter a meditative state.

  "But it's absolutely not an ordinary meditation, an ordinary meditation is a way for warriors to quickly recover from physical and mental fatigue. It will never appear that kind of mysterious feeling that seems to exist and not exist at the same time, my son seems to have already touched that level." Yang said excitedly.

  "What... really?" Luo Xiaojuan was shocked and jumped up, her voice suddenly rose to the limit and then dropped instantly.

  "I don't know if it's true either, because on that level, I still haven't felt anything to this day, but at the same time, I also can't explain my son's current state," Yang Tong replied.

  "Ah, ah, ah......" Luo Xiaojuan was so excited that she didn't know what to say anymore.

  "Whether it is or not, in any case, it's definitely a good thing. What a pity, my son is still young now, if he were an advanced martial arts apprentice, maybe he could completely break through that level and awaken his innate talent." Yang Tong suppressed his excitement and let out a long sigh. With his experience, he naturally knew that with his son's third-level martial arts apprentice strength, even if he touched that level, the hope of breaking through was extremely slim.

  "Anyway, this is absolutely a good thing. Even if we can't break through this time, it doesn't matter. As long as we can touch that level, it means there's opportunity and talent." Luo Xiaojuan was also a 7th-level apprentice martial artist, so she naturally understood this point. What's scary isn't being unable to break through, but rather being completely unable to touch that level.

  Yang Tong thought for a moment and nodded, "That's right, as long as we can touch that level, it's a good start. My son is still young, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future."

  Luo Xiaojuan said happily: "When our son's talent is really awakened, we can move to the city to live, and don't have to worry about the beast attack on the city."

  Yang Tong stood there until nightfall, and when he woke up from his meditation, he was startled. He had returned home around 4 pm, how did it suddenly get dark in the blink of an eye?

  As I stepped into the house, I saw my parents sitting on the sofa, chatting with each other.

  "You're awake, haven't had breakfast yet, I'll go heat some up for you." Mother smiled lovingly and walked into the kitchen.

  "Come, son, sit down." Yang Tong beckoned with his hand.

  "Hmm, I didn't expect it to be so late either." Yang Tong sat down.

  "This is a small matter, now that you've entered, do you have any special feeling?" Yang Tong asked somewhat nervously.

  "Hmm... nothing special, just feeling comfortable all over, full of energy, and..." Yang Tong said, stopping here and stretching his body.

  "Huh?"

  What's going on, it feels like there's an inexplicable power inside me.

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