A Strong Body

He woke up from the anesthesia.

When he opened his eyes, his vision was still a little blurry. The view from his right eye was very strange. Those were words floating in front of him.

'Already synchronized left eye vision, performing optimal visual calculations… in the focus…'

The scene in front of him gradually became clearer. He saw a bright lamp and then a cold ceiling.

There were still some strange words floating in front of his right eye.

Zhao Fanggang raised his right hand and rubbed his eyes. He had only done half of the action.

All of a sudden, he paused as if he had come to his senses. His eyes widened as he spread out his hands in front of him in disbelief.

He clenched his right fist.

It swung out rapidly!

The words before him began to change, revealing the trajectory of his punches, his speed, and his strength.