Unholy Player Chapter 479 Unleashing Ultimates (Part 2)

The weight of the request seemed to shatter every ounce of faith he had previously cultivated in human craftsmanship.

He was particularly resistant to the idea that a man-made structure could withstand his most devastating strike, excluding perhaps treasures forged through mystical arts beyond his comprehension.

Adyr found it necessary to remind him of their standing once more, grounding his confidence and anchoring him back to the reality of their current pact.

"Don't worry. We have similar training rooms back home. They're better than this one, but this is still built to handle Rank 4 power."

The casual way Adyr spoke made Rank 4 power sound like a mere baseline. Zephan couldn't help but wonder what level of powerhouses frequented such training facilities at Adyr’s estate on a daily basis.

Were they casually forging treasures under the guise of practice? This thought raced through the minds of Zephan and his Elders. They struggled to even envision a location of such caliber.

Though the secrets of treasure-making remained a mystery to them, the mere existence of a room reinforced to that degree sent a clear message: the materials used in its construction were anything but mundane.

Ultimately, Zephan relented and agreed to the test. A portion of his motivation was pure curiosity—he wanted to witness firsthand if the walls could truly withstand his might. The rest of his resolve stemmed from a desire to see the strength of his ultimate technique quantified by the numerical standards of the Elder Race.

"How does the room work?" Adyr asked, his eyes scanning the seamless walls before settling on the head researcher.

"It's simple. There are measuring devices built into the walls, and we read the power from the data they send." After finishing his explanation, the researcher took a tablet from an assistant and tapped the screen, opening a series of blank graphs. "Can I ask you to punch the wall, please? You don't need to hold back."

Adyr gave a short nod. Stepping toward the barrier, he tensed his frame and planted his feet firmly against the floor before unleashing a full-strength punch. BANG!

The sheer violence of the impact left the researchers reeling as a sharp crack thundered through the small area. The event occurred with such blistering speed that they didn't even have the chance to shield their ears.

The wall appeared to nullify the force instantly. Not a single tremor from the strike traveled through the rest of the facility.

"It's quite durable and flexible at the same time." Adyr remarked, inspecting the spot where his fist had connected while tracing the unmarred surface.

No visible damage remained, even though he had felt the material yield beneath his knuckles for a split second, acting like a dense rubber membrane that snapped back into shape.

"That is the defining trait of our wall design. It is composed of our most resilient components while maintaining elasticity; we engineered it specifically to absorb and dissipate force.

The gold sand coating provides the final layer of reinforcement, granting it the strength to survive massive explosions and heavy kinetic impacts." The head researcher spoke with an unusually loud voice due to his ringing ears while monitoring the tablet.

Data points began to populate the screen in rapid succession. "Your punch just now was measured as 0.7 out of 100 according to the new PTF standards."

He sounded genuinely stunned. The idea that a single physical strike could produce such a reading was beyond his expectations.

"And what is the bar this time?" Adyr inquired. He had already begun to deduce the answer in his mind.

Just as he suspected, the reply came: "A 20 KT nuclear explosion."

That lone punch had nearly generated one-hundredth of the energy found in a nuclear weapon, at least regarding raw kinetic output.

Naturally, the strike lacked the thermal radiation and lingering fallout of a bomb. The measurement was strictly based on the total force compressed into a single, instantaneous moment of release.

The crowd stared at Adyr with bewildered expressions, their eyes fixed on his hands as if seeing them for the first time.

Despite being second-generation mutants with enhanced physiques, a single blow from him would likely reduce any of them to a crimson mist and bone fragments in an instant.

With that level of power, he could easily collapse a skyscraper with his bare hands, shattering reinforced pillars like fragile glass. "Can I try as well?" Zephan’s eyes shimmered with a competitive spark. He had been following the conversation through his translator, and while he only received the essential details, it was enough to grasp the gravity of the situation. "Go ahead, please. Don't hold back," the researcher replied, gripping his tablet tightly.

To the observers, Zephan simply stood there. He remained motionless, arms relaxed at his sides and body loose.

BANG!

The thunder of impact filled the room again, sounding even more piercing than the first. Once more, the onlookers clutched their ears, fighting off a wave of nausea.

In their sight, the man hadn't moved from the center of the room at all.

However, the sound alone proved he had delivered a strike—whether a punch or a kick—that their mortal eyes were incapable of registering. His movements had vanished in the space between heartbeats.

"Did you see him moving?" Henry whispered to Rhys from the doorway, his gaze locked on Zephan.

Rhys, though a second-generation mutant, had spent the last month undergoing treatment with a new serum derived from Adyr’s Synergy Crystal.

His physical condition had improved significantly; his muscle density had increased and his senses had sharpened. Nevertheless, the outcome was humbling, as the current serum was merely a diluted prototype of their ultimate goal.

"Yeah... I saw him punch my pride," Rhys muttered, his lips barely moving as he spoke.

To survive in this changing world and keep pace with the Players, he had offered himself up as a human test subject for the researchers' experimental serum.

Yet, despite that resolve, he found himself unable to track the mere motion of a man's strike. It was a realization that made him feel incredibly slow and outdated.

"Impact level is 0.8." The head researcher announced, his eyes widening at the data on the screen.

Zephan’s score was higher, even though Adyr possessed an exceptionally high [Physique].

"You have good punches." Adyr praised him, his voice filled with genuine respect rather than envy.