“Roughly between three and four,” Jing said. “The survivors in our base are about 2 now, meaning they are about two times stronger than they used to be. Some individuals have reached 8. Their physical conditions are even better than the huge wolfhound that we ran into.”
“I am wondering if those people have special abilities.” Chang said while he casually rubbed the tangy grass paste onto his exposed skin.
“I don’t think so. Mr. Li was talking about this few days ago; he said the correlation between physical strength improvement and acquiring special abilities is almost nonexistent. Some of the people significantly improved their physical strength, but did not acquire special abilities like what I have. For example, me and Mr. Li have special abilities, but our physical strength is pretty average.” Jing smiled, “You are lucky that not only your physical strength improved but you also acquired a special ability.”