0104 Human Juicer

After finishing breakfast, Chen Jue first went to the Cainiao parcel station to pick up a delivery—the replacement 165kg grip strength trainer had finally arrived.

He unpacked the box, adjusted the resistance limit, and tried squeezing it with a normal exertion posture. With his current strength value of 1.30, Chen Jue could manage about 105kg.

“If I don’t try that special force technique?” He wasn’t quite satisfied with this result; after several days, his grip strength had only improved by about 5kg. He readjusted the grip trainer’s resistance limit.

Recalling the force technique used during standing meditation, he squatted into a horse stance, engaged his pelvic floor, inhaled deeply, causing the hairs on his arms to stand on end, then gripped fiercely once more. The trainer, set at a 115kg limit, was completely closed by him.

However, when returning to a normal posture, he couldn’t close the 115kg limit grip trainer—there was a clear difference.

“So this so-called ‘Ming Jin’ force technique is just a way to better unleash the body’s existing power.”

“The burst coefficient is about 1.1, temporarily increasing maximum output power by roughly 10%. It’s like adding a turbocharger to a car’s engine.”

“No, wait... it’s not an added piece of hardware. It’s more like rewriting the engine control unit (ECU) of the human body’s engine, adjusting the power output structure.” Chen Jue analyzed quietly.

Anyone familiar with car tuning knows that if a stock engine produces 100 horsepower, rewriting the ECU at a tuning shop can squeeze out 200 or even over 300 horsepower.

This ‘Ming Jin’ force technique is similar to an ECU control system—it doesn’t create new power from nothing but allows the body to more rationally unleash its maximum strength based on the existing human foundation.

Chen Jue had only just mastered ‘Ming Jin’ and hadn’t yet trained to close the pores all over his body. It was like flashing the first-stage ECU program; there were still second and even third stages waiting.

Although the strength increase seemed small—only about 10%—it was quite helpful in practical use.

If Chen Jue were a top athlete, a 10% improvement on original performance could easily make him a gold medal contender.

“Seems the ancient martial artists really did have their own system,” Chen Jue thought to himself. He felt this special force technique still held much untapped potential.

He returned to his room to record this new discovery about ‘Ming Jin,’ then slung on a large sports backpack and jogged to Jiang University with a 20-pound load.

He covered the 2-kilometer route in 10 minutes. Upon arriving at the classroom, his free attribute points increased by 0.01.

“Efficiency’s not bad!”

“I’ll gradually increase the load later.”

Seeing the attribute point gain lifted Chen Jue’s spirits.

He found his usual seat in the classroom. Today’s class was sports training, taught again by Li Rui.

The familiar faces of Ma Qiang and others sat nearby. Chen Jue put down his textbook and placed the brand-new grip trainer on the desk.

“Senior, why the new one?” Ma Qiang asked curiously, glancing at the grip trainer. He had previously tried Chen Jue’s grip trainer and found he couldn’t budge it at all, leaving a deep impression.

“The old one broke, so I bought a new one.”

Compared to the old trainer that Chen Jue had loosened, the new model looked much more professional. Not only was the spring thicker, but a small hydraulic rod had been added in the middle. Its design appeared highly futuristic.

After all, it was expensive—no cheap gadget for a few bucks.

“This one feels smoother to grip. Want to try it?” Chen Jue passed it over.

Ma Qiang didn’t refuse, happily taking it to fiddle with.

For active sports students like them, sitting through theory classes was quite torturous.

But upon receiving the new grip trainer, Ma Qiang suddenly noticed Chen Jue had set the resistance limit to 115kg. His face lit up with amazement.

“Senior! Your grip strength is over 100kg now?”

“Just crossed 100. Why?”

“Whoa!”

“Really over 100? Quick! Who’s got some apples?” Ma Qiang got excited and quickly asked around. He borrowed two apples from a nearby girl.

“Senior, try to break this apple into eight pieces! I want to shoot a little video and post it online to show off and boost our Jiang University’s reputation,” Ma Qiang said, handing over the two large apples. He mentioned the recently popular apple-breaking contest.

This apple-breaking challenge was originally started by a fitness influencer online: breaking an apple into two pieces earned 100 points, four pieces 400 points, and breaking it horizontally into eight pieces rewarded 2,000 points.

The challenge quickly became a hot topic on campuses.

Universities across the country sent their grip and wrist strength experts to compete, posting videos with school tags. So far, only a few schools had completed the eight-piece challenge.

“Breaking apples?”

“Just be careful not to film my face when you do it!” Chen Jue nodded in agreement.

He examined the apples first. They were common Red Fuji apples, red tinged with yellow, and very firm.

Ordinary people with some strength could break an apple into two pieces, but breaking it neatly into eight was quite difficult. This required not just brute force but technique and a burst of finger power.

Chen Jue first squeezed the apple’s two sides with both hands. Using only half his strength, it snapped open with a crisp crack.

Then he rejoined the halves, changed angles, and squeezed hard again. The two pieces became four.

When he twisted it horizontally, the apple—already split vertically into four—separated like a precise cut into eight pieces.

The entire process was fluid and smooth, as if flowing clouds and water. The fractured surfaces resembled a knife cut, impressing Ma Qiang and the surrounding classmates, who cheered.

“Senior, you’re amazing!”

“Did you record it? Post it to the trending circle quickly!”

“Our Jiang University sports department can’t fall behind the others!” The students were excited; evidently, Jiang University hadn’t yet completed the apple-breaking challenge.

Just as Ma Qiang was about to stop filming, Chen Jue raised a hand to stop him.

“Keep recording! Don’t stop!” he said, then grabbed the other apple with his left hand.

Before Ma Qiang and the nearby classmates could understand, Chen Jue suddenly exerted inward force with his left hand. His five fingers turned from red to blue; the hairs on the back of his hand stood on end.

Under the explosion of the ‘Ming Jin’ force technique, the bright red apple in his hand turned to mush like clay, crushed completely.

Apple pulp squeezed through his fingers was reduced to a pulp; juice spattered all over the desk.

“Whoa! He actually crushed it?”

“And with one hand!”

“Senior’s grip is insane!”

“He just squeezed juice out of the apple!”

“Human juicer possessed!”

“Awesome plus! Our Jiang University sports department finally saved face this time.”

The shocking scene left Ma Qiang dumbfounded, and the other onlookers erupted in cheers.

After all, breaking apples and crushing apples were not even on the same level.

Even those who trained grip strength would find single-handedly crushing an apple and squeezing juice out difficult.

Chen Jue crushed the apple using the inside of his fingers, not just pinching with fingertips, which made it even harder.

Only professional weightlifters, climbers, or grip strength athletes with personal grip training over 100kg could hope to crush an apple single-handedly.

Jiang University’s sports department mainly recruited track and field and swimming athletes, with no one specializing in grip strength. So, this opportunity to represent Jiang University online happened to fall on Chen Jue.

First update complete.

Today the whole family went visiting relatives, so I got back late. I’m rushing to update.

(End of chapter)