Wang Zheng crept closer to the wall, then leaped over it in a flash.
Then, he burst out with all his might and ran away at lightning speed, so fast that the teacher who arrived didn't even see his back.
"Damn it, this is obviously a Paramecia-type speed-type awakened user. This is the third one today. Investigate him and have him called roll in the Paramecia department tonight. I want to see who he is, not taking school rules and regulations seriously at all."
Wang Zheng was naturally unaware that his "prison break" had caused a lot of bad luck for his classmates in the Superman Department, but even if he did know, he wouldn't care.
He is on his way home, wondering how to tell his parents about it.
However, the notification on the data panel is still flashing and shows no sign of disappearing, which relieved Wang Zheng.
When Wang Shengrong got home, he was a little surprised to see Wang Zheng return, since Wang Zheng had just come back a few days ago to replenish his Holy Light spell.
But he didn't say much, remaining calmly seated on the sofa reading the newspaper, only casually asking if he had eaten.
Wang Zheng was in no mood to eat, but he didn't know how to phrase the matter.
He scanned Wang Shengrong again, and the result was the same as a few days ago—no change.
Looking at his father's physique attribute, which had increased to 45 points and strength attribute, Wang Zheng cautiously asked, "Dad, you said before that if you were to fight, there was an ability that could double your strength, right?"
Wang Shengrong didn't know what his son was thinking, but despite his serious expression, he chose to tell him the truth.
"Yes, but given my current physical condition, I'll definitely die after using it. There's no way to save me. Besides, this is an ability resulting from genetic modification. You can't learn it. Did something happen to you?"
Wang Zheng quickly shook his head.
"I don't want to learn, I just want to ask you, when do you feel your strength is stronger now after practicing compared to before?"
Wang Shengrong was somewhat surprised.
"Of course it's from before. How can my sickly body now compare to what it used to be?"
Wang Zheng confirmed again, asking, "I'm talking about pure power, not physical condition, just power, the power of a punch."
Wang Shengrong frowned slightly when he saw Wang Zheng's serious question. He then gave a simple punch, accompanied by the whistling wind, and slowly said, "That was back when he was stronger. At his peak, he should have been at least three or four times stronger than he is now."
Wang Zheng: ? ? ?
Although he didn't think his father was bragging, he still found it hard to believe.
That's fucking outrageous.
Wang Shengrong put it simply: at least three or four times.
If we calculate it at three times, then after quantification it would be 225 points of strength, and at four times it would be a full 300 points.
Wang Zheng swallowed hard, then continued, "Do you remember Li Dabao from Shanghai University that I told you about before? He was incredibly strong too. Are all the modified warriors of your generation this strong?"
Wang Shengrong was also very satisfied with Wang Zheng's surprised expression and put down the newspaper in his hand.
He chuckled and replied, "How could that be? Our enhancement directions are completely different. In terms of strength alone, I'm the strongest one. I even earned the nickname 'Strongman' back then, which is a bit embarrassing to admit."
Wang Shengrong said he felt ashamed, but his face was full of pride, as if he was recalling the scene of looking down on the world on the battlefield.
Then he continued, "But I don't know how Li Dabao's health is. Although I don't know his father, we are still comrades-in-arms. It's a pity that the boy isn't in Jingnan, otherwise I could have looked after him."
"Oh dear, he doesn't need your help at all. He's doing very well at Magic University. I see that his classmates and teachers treat him very well."
After a few casual words, Wang Zheng stopped changing the subject and got straight to the point.
"Did you experience any unusual sensations during the process of your strength increasing back then?"
I can't quite explain it, but it felt like my body was undergoing a transformation, like a qualitative change was about to happen—something like that?
Wang Shengrong carefully put down the newspaper he had just picked up, thought about it carefully, and then said seriously:
"That's after the transformation. After the transformation, there's a qualitative change. As time goes by, we integrate better and better with the spiritual energy genes in our bodies, and our abilities naturally become stronger and stronger."
Well, Wang Zheng knew it was pointless to ask. His father was an exception, after all, he wasn't an Awakened. He could only wait for his mother to come back and ask her.
He then replied perfunctorily, "Oh, I know. Where's my mom? When is she coming back?"
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