Chapter 737 - 731: Worries Away · Terrifying Beyond Compare

The second place on this list, without a doubt, is the Martial God Su Qiangwei, with an accompanying value of 39.5 million.

Actually, seeing this, although netizens around the world have some doubts in their hearts, very few are entangled in the "numerical unit" aspect.

Almost everyone who is willing to think has already started contemplating the strategic significance of Prophet Ma Ran’s 3.1 Extreme Combat Power.

Of course...

People with the habit of thinking are a minority, are abnormal humans.

Most people don’t think much at all.

As a result, the majority of the audience browsing this power ranking list skimmed through it quickly.

Beneath Ma Ran and Su Qiangwei, competing for the third to tenth positions, are still familiar faces.

God Gray, 16.05 million

Haotian Zhang Qianren, 16 million

Sword Master’s Direct Disciple Wan Haihao, 8 million

Sword Master’s Direct Lineage Zhu Hanyi, 7.86 million

Demon’s Direct Disciple Wu Di, 7.85 million

Blood Flame Song Chu, 7.77 million

Extreme Cold Li Xing, 6.19 million

Emotional Tribulation Jin Yina, 6.04 million

Yin Yang Master Ogata Shitou, 5.67 million

It can be seen that although the rankings on this list change in real-time, with almost every position being fiercely contested, even the third place is far from the second, not to mention that there’s no comparison with the first-ranked Ma Ran.

The topic of the list caused an explosion of bullet comments in the live broadcast room.

"Sorry, I’m illiterate, can someone tell me what exactly this unit ’Extreme’ means?"

"Same here! I’ve never seen such an expression in daily life!"

"Here comes the popular science! Chinese numerical units, in order from small to large, are: one, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand, million, billion, trillion, quadrillion, quintillion, sextillion, septillion, octillion, nonillion, decillion, Extreme. Although some clueless folks added ’Ganges Sand’, ’Asankhyeya’, ’Nayuta’, ’Unfathomable’, ’Innumerable’ as meaningless private additions with Brahmin terms, they add no value. In my view, Extreme is the ultimate limit of the Chinese numerical system."

"I see (pretending to understand.jpg)"

"3.1 Extreme converted into a Googolplex would be equivalent to... never mind, my head is starting to hurt, can someone help convert it?"

"What’s the point of converting it? Does Googolplex sound nobler than Extreme? Not at all necessary, I suspect you’re just trying to show off!"

"Listening to your words is like listening to your words."

"What are you doing there?"

"Stop nesting dolls! Please, can a real expert explain? I’m a math dummy!"

"Extreme is equivalent to 10 to the power of 48."

"???"

"Thanks for the popular science, big shot!"

"Wait... so, any Supreme Ruler can easily crush everyone ranked second to seven billion on our Earth?"

"Isn’t that obvious? Previously, just six Lower Rank Gods were equivalent to the ’Six Gods of Destruction’ on us, let alone the big shots controlling the Divine Court..."

"The person doing science earlier didn’t do enough... let me add, our country’s numerical measurement units operate in base ten below ten thousand, and in base ten thousand afterward, meaning ten thousand ten thousands make a hundred million, ten thousand hundred millions make a trillion, ten thousand thousand trillion make a quadrillion. If you have no concept of ’10 to the power of 48’, push it yourself using what I said."

"...This is already too powerful to fully understand, I have no suitable concept in my head, I’m completely dumbfounded..."

"A single glance can annihilate all life on a planet, a single breath can extinguish the sun, a single thought can cleave the galaxy, a single drop of blood can crush the firmament—roughly this kind of expression."

"Friendly tip: The Divine Court has seven Supreme Rulers~"

"Got it! It means we’re now at an absolute disadvantage, and not just a little; if it weren’t for Prophet, we would’ve been wiped out in an instant!"

"Ah, Martial God is also absurdly strong, but alas, she’s ultimately a regular human."

"What do you mean? Are you criticizing my Lord Ran?"

"No, no! I just feel that Prophet is absurdly overpowered, can simply cultivating Burning Martial really achieve this level?"

"Whoa! Divine List updated! Burning Martial ceiling raised to Twenty-Ninth Rank!"

"But it still couldn’t reach a 3.1 Extreme Combat Power Index..."

"Just now some brother broke down that ’Extreme’ into normal Arabic numerals, and the long string of zeros behind 3.1 made my scalp tingle and covered me in goosebumps!"

"Wait, does 3.1 Extreme mean the Prophet can solo battle 3.1 Supreme Rulers? Plus four Cangming Overlords... We’ll top the Divine Court!"

"Whoa!"

"Isn’t this easy to understand? In real life, my Ran God, in less than a year, evolved Burning Martial to Twenty-Eighth Rank, and now in this National Cultivation Competition, reversed time, and if you convert it, it’s like cultivating for over five hundred years! With his talent, Twenty-Ninth Rank for Burning Martial? Is this really not just hiding his strength?"

"Indeed, with Prophet’s talent and aptitude, after five hundred years of diligent cultivation, maybe he’s evolved Burning Martial to Rank One Hundred, only showing the tip of the iceberg because he worried about our capacity for understanding!"

...

Pseudo-Earth Secret Realm, Strongman Paradise.

In the Main Control Tower.

"The restless guests performed self-assumed shows."

"Disguising, dancing, weary."

"You pick up the wine glass and say to yourself..."

Su Qiangwei stretched out her hand, poking the air.

The indoor speakers paused their work.

"It’s Mao Buyi’s Worries Away again."

She pursed her lips, looking at Ma Ran not far away with a bizarre look: "To be so engrossed after listening to this song for five hundred years..."

"Is it because of empathy?"

If it weren’t Ma Ran, Su Qiangwei could play some puns, jokingly calling him a clown, but the only mockable trait about Ma Ran is his habit of showing off his prowess in public.

In other aspects, he completely has nothing to do with a "clown".

Appearance, figure, aura, knowledge reserve, reputation, wealth, power, character, culinary skills...

He’s perfect in every aspect with no blind spots!

All those overbearing CEOs, arrogant evil boys, and sickly emperors have to step aside.

Not even on the same level, there’s no comparison whatsoever.

"Huh?"

Su Qiangwei stared dumbfoundedly at Ma Ran, realizing something terrifying belatedly.

With his show-off nature, being able to suppress his vanity all these years, and focus on tranquil cultivation...

Not to mention enduring the monotony and strain of continuous cultivation for five hundred years, an immense test of patience and perseverance.

Just the fact that Ma Ran can suppress his nature for such a long time, maintaining peace and composure, is already reaching a whole new level of absurdity!

Su Qiangwei couldn’t imagine not tasting Ma Ran’s secret dishes for five hundred years.

Her gaze focused on Ma Ran, her eyes shining brightly.

Such a person can usually be described with four words.

Terrifying as hell!