"Human King level?"
Lin Hai had guessed many names, but didn't expect it to be called this.
Only one among ten thousand, claiming to be king?
It's a domineering name, but just from the name, you can see the strength of the Human King level.
"How strong is the Human King level?" Lin Hai asked.
Old Mr. Ning laughed and explained to Lin Hai in detail: "The strength of the human body has limits, it can't be as exaggerated as in movies, like splitting mountains or parting seas, that's absolutely impossible."
"Even if there is supernatural power, it can't defy the laws of nature of the entire world."
"So, in the eyes of us researchers, whether it's the most rubbish third-rank expert or the ultimate master reaching the Human King level, it's just a mark of personal martial force."
Lin Hai nodded, he always understood this truth.
A large nuclear warhead drops from the sky, both a Human King level and Zhang Sanga, who sells pork by the street, become ash.
