240: Chapter 237 It turns out the clown was me

Upon hearing this, Anya glanced at Li Changsheng once more. Primarily, because this Mr. Li had been specifically mentioned by the boss, she paid extra attention to him. Seeing that he had no reaction, she did not hesitate any longer.

Clang!

Bang!

The sound of the bell and the sound of a cannon firing almost merged into one. Kenneth and Kanai Shuichi, standing to the side, felt their vision blur as if something had flashed past. A moment later, a biting gust of wind scraped against their faces, stinging them like knives.

Even after a while, their clothes were still flapping violently in the wind.

The two stood frozen in place, looking from the starting point to the finish line in disbelief.

Anya was also somewhat dazed; it seemed she had completely failed to anticipate that Li Changsheng's speed would be this fast, like a cheetah coiled and ready to spring, suddenly pouncing on its prey.

A cheetah's top speed can reach 112 km/h. Li Changsheng's speed was certainly not that fast, but visually, it certainly gave that impression.

Fast! So fast that the motion blur stretched to the absolute limit of what a human could perceive.

It was only after a few seconds had passed since Li Changsheng reached the finish line that Zhang Zhao slowly exhaled the breath he had been holding. Even though he had been mentally prepared, he couldn't hide the surprise on his face.

As the saying goes in Dark Jin boxing techniques: "Muscles and bones must be relaxed, skin and hair must be on the offensive, every joint must be connected, and the spirit must be centered."

While others might not have noticed, he saw that the moment Li Changsheng started running, every single hair on his body stood on end.

The initial relaxation was merely a facade; just like a cat, seemingly fluid and serpentine, yet relaxed on the outside and tense on the inside. When it moved, it was with the force of a thunderclap.

"Impressive! Truly impressive. Your breath is long and steady, far exceeding that of an ordinary person. Mr. Li, not only have you attained Major Achievement in Internal Martial Arts, but your mastery of Health-preserving Qigong is also profound!"

Zhang Zhao hurriedly walked over and cupped his hands in a salute with a smile.

He was speaking Chinese now, not caring whether the others understood or not; he was simply incredibly excited.

In his lifetime, he had seen those powerful in Internal Martial Arts, those powerful in Traditional Martial Arts, and he had even seen those who cultivated both internal and external.

But like Li Changsheng, to not only have attained Major Achievement in Internal Martial Arts but also to have such extraordinary skill in Health-preserving Qigong, which even hinted at Daoist methods of nourishing life...

Zhang Zhao hadn't actually looked too closely at this point, but he had once been fortunate enough to meet an old Daoist priest at the Gu Clan, who was said to be a master skilled in nourishing life.

At just over a hundred years of age, though he looked aged, his eyes were bright and spirited. This was clearly the manifestation of external Qi triggering internal Qi, and internal Qi driving external Qi—the Acquired Qi receiving vital nourishment from the Innate Qi.

Before walking, he moved with the agility of a flying step, no different from a young person, and his breathing was long and steady.

Li Changsheng's breath earlier was sufficiently long and steady; especially with that first step, the eruption of Dark Jin and the breath he unleashed far exceeded that of ordinary Dark Jin experts.

At the very least, Zhang Zhao felt inferior. The so-called "internal cultivation of one breath"—Dark Jin allows you to master this power, but its strength depends on your physical foundation.

This is also why, although most martial artists Cultivate from the outside in, the beginning and end of it all is always that one breath.

In the later stages, it is all about internal strengthening and the harmonization of the primordial essence.

"Mr. Zhang, you flatter me," Li Changsheng said, also cupping his hands in a salute, and only then did he begin to breathe and exhale in a rhythmic manner.

That moment just now was primarily about an instantaneous burst, so there was no need to worry about catching his breath. Li Changsheng had used that long, steady breath to store power to its extreme, and then unleashed it.

It was just like a bullet being compressed under high pressure in the barrel and then shot out.

The way Li Changsheng exerted force just now was also ingenious—like a cat catching a mouse or a tiger unleashing its might, his waist always sat back like a bow, borrowing the springy force to lunge out violently. His spine and back leg formed a straight line; when the force reached the tips of his hair, it had the effect of a taut bow being released, sounding like an explosion of thunder.

"Li... Mr. Li, your final time is... 4.81s."

Looking at the value on the professional recording instrument captured by high-speed cameras nearby, Anya said tremblingly, and as she spoke, she couldn't help but cover her small mouth.

"Good heavens, Mr. Li, you broke the world record of 5.56s. I really don't know what kind of sensation this would cause if this data were made public. It's incredible. Mr. Li, did you really not take any drugs beforehand?"

Anya had completely transformed into a meme of someone covering their face with both hands and dragging them down.

This data was simply too incredible. One must know that in terms of speed, the further the value goes, the harder it is to break through.

Take Bolt, for example; his record has existed for many years, yet no one has broken it. Some even think it will take another twenty or thirty years, waiting for the overall physical quality of humanity to undergo another transformation, before there can be a Breakthrough.

After all, looking back at all these years of sports, records have always been broken; this represents an improvement in living standards and an increase in the overall quality of humanity.

"Young Miss Anya, I didn't know beforehand that we were going to do this kind of test today."

The meaning behind Li Changsheng's words was obvious.

Of course, Anya was just joking; she was truly stunned. Looking at this miraculous Mr. Li, she finally understood why the boss valued him so much.

At this moment, Kenneth stood to the side, completely dumbfounded, with the words "4.81s" echoing in his mind.

This sound echoed in his mind like a curse. As he gradually calmed down, looking at Li Changsheng felt like looking at a monster.

"Buddy, no, are you Superman? And are you really not a black person with a skin condition?"

Kenneth's words left Li Changsheng somewhat speechless.

Damn it, you're the black person, your whole family is black—oh, right, that's correct, no problem there.

Li Changsheng was quite satisfied with this data.

"The fifty-meter speed does indeed exceed the current human limit, but for a hundred meters, I'll likely fall short."

Regarding this, Li Changsheng still had some self-awareness. This was achieved by relying on Dark Jin and many other Traditional Martial Arts techniques for instantaneous explosive power, combined with his current physical foundation.

"Within the last ten meters of the fifty-meter run, my breath was already starting to run out. If it were the second half of a hundred-meter run, I'd likely fail."

Even so, Li Changsheng felt that running a hundred meters in under 9.6s wouldn't be a problem; it might be on par with or slightly exceed the world record.

Compared to Kenneth and the others who were focused on the final result, Kanai Shuichi's gaze remained fixed on the starting point, on the area where Li Changsheng had stepped earlier.

There was an incredibly clear groove there; the surface of the plastic track had been torn, revealing the metal floor underneath that had been dented.

It was as if a groove had been violently smashed out by some kind of hydraulic press.

"What kind of monsters are all these people here!"

As calm as Kanai Shuichi had been before, that was how terrified he was on the inside now.

His gaze glanced at Kenneth nearby, "Oh, no, there's still one normal person here."

But thinking about it carefully, it seemed he wasn't normal either; this guy was almost approaching the world record. After thinking it over, it seemed he was the only normal one.