Immortal's Soul Resurrection

Zhao Li punched out, and a tiny sonic boom sounded in the air. Opposite him, the genius of the Zhao branch, Zhao Hu, who had mastered muscle training, had a ferocious smile on his face. He couldn't understand why a loser who was still wandering in the "meat training" stage yesterday could be so condensed and vicious with his fist strength, as if he had calculated every weak point in the circulation of his energy and blood. "Poof" Zhao Hu flew out, and before he passed out, he only heard Zhao Li's indifferent whisper, which seemed to be sighing, but also seemed to be mocking: "The force angle is 37 degrees, and the kinetic energy transmission loss is reduced by 12%. Sure enough, knowledge is power." On the high platform, Emperor Jingwu Zhao Guoli had no expression on his face. Only the fingers in his sleeves trembled slightly. This son, who had been living among the people for fifteen years, seemed to be very different from the information he had received.