169: Chapter 169 Endurance Test

This result was even more shocking than Wang Lin punching two thousand kilograms.

Because if he had used his Superpower, it would only mean his Superpower was strong.

But pure physical strength meant that he himself was a monster.

A monster who had trained his body to the absolute limit.

"Could the detector have malfunctioned?" someone asked unwillingly.

"The detector cannot malfunction." Class Teacher Zhou Mingyuan's voice was very calm, "Wang Lin did not use his Superpower. His punching power came entirely from his physical strength."

No one spoke again.

Because this result had already exceeded the scope of their understanding.

A freshman, with over eighteen hundred kilograms of pure physical strength, had shattered a professional punching power tester with one punch.

Who exactly was this person?

Wang Lin walked down from the testing area, returned to the wall, leaned against it, and continued to close his eyes to rest.

The way the people around him looked at him had completely changed.

It was no longer mockery, no longer contempt.

It was fear, it was awe.

...

The third test: Endurance.

Ten thousand meters.

When Class Teacher Zhou Mingyuan announced the test item, a low wail rang out in the Training Hall.

"Ten thousand meters? Wasn't it said to be five thousand meters before?"

"Why was it changed to ten thousand meters this year?"

"This is going to run us to death."

Class Teacher Zhou Mingyuan's voice was very calm: "The outer area of the Mist Forest is vast. Once you encounter danger, you might need to flee or pursue for a long time."

"Five thousand meters is far from enough. Ten thousand meters is the passing line."

No one complained anymore.

The thirty-plus people participating in the test stood on the track, every face bearing varying degrees of nervousness.

Wang Lin stood in the outermost lane, his eyes half-closed, as if he were dozing off.

Some people looked at him with complex emotions in their eyes.

"I don't believe his endurance is that strong too."

"Fast Speed and great strength do not mean good endurance. Ten thousand meters is a long-distance run, which is completely different from a sprint."

"Right, maybe he will collapse after running a few laps."

"We must surpass him this time."

A few sophomore boys gritted their teeth and secretly swore to themselves.

They had already been shocked twice by Wang Lin's Speed and strength, and they didn't want to be shocked a third time.

If they could beat Wang Lin in the endurance test, they could at least save some face.

"On your marks—"

The starting gun was raised.

Everyone held their breath.

"Bang!"

The gun went off.

Wang Lin started running.

From the very beginning, Wang Lin's Speed was very fast.

It was not the explosive kind of fast like in a sprint, but a stable, highly rhythmic fast.

Each stride was roughly the same, each frequency was roughly the same, like a precision machine operating at a constant Speed.

Some people followed behind him, trying to keep up with his rhythm.

"Run behind him, don't let him shake you off!"

"Maintain this Speed, if he can do it, we can too!"

One lap, two laps, three laps...

The few people following behind him started panting.

Their breathing became rapid, their footsteps became heavy, and their muscles began to ache.

But Wang Lin's Speed did not change at all.

His breathing remained steady, his footsteps remained light, and his expression remained relaxed.

It was as if he wasn't running ten thousand meters, but taking a stroll.

Four laps, five laps, six laps...

There were fewer and fewer people following behind him.

Some slowed down, some bent over, some directly exited the track.

"I can't do it... it's too fast... I can't keep up..."

"How... how can he still run so fast?"

"This is already six laps, and he hasn't even broken a sweat?"

The few who had gritted their teeth and sworn to surpass Wang Lin were now pale, gasping for air.

They discovered a terrifying fact—

If they maintained the same Speed as Wang Lin, they could hold on for at most three laps.

And Wang Lin had already run six laps, and his Speed hadn't dropped at all.

Seven laps, eight laps, nine laps...

Wang Lin began to lap them.

He passed by those who were running slowly, his stride not changing at all.

One, two, three...

He overtook one person after another.

When some were overtaken by him, they wanted to Speed up to keep up, but gave up after just a few steps.

Because Wang Lin's Speed was too fast, so fast that they couldn't keep up at all.

Ten laps, eleven laps, twelve laps...

Wang Lin was still running.

His Speed still hadn't changed at all.

His breathing was still just as steady.

It seemed like ten thousand meters to him was just a trivial matter.

The others on the track were already exhausted beyond recognition.

Some were bent over, hands on their knees, gasping for air.

Some had already given up, sitting on the side of the track, their faces pale.

Others were still persisting, but their Speed was so slow it didn't look like running anymore, more like walking.

And Wang Lin, when running past them, had a stride as light as a breeze.

Thirteen laps, fourteen laps, fifteen laps...

Wang Lin finished the last lap.

When he crossed the finish line, the numbers on the timer flickered a few times before finally settling.

Thirty-one minutes and forty-two seconds.

Ten thousand meters, thirty-one minutes and forty-two seconds.

An average of three minutes and ten seconds per kilometer.

This result, even among professional long-distance runners, was top-tier.

But what shocked everyone was not this result.

What shocked everyone was that after Wang Lin finished running, he wasn't gasping for air, his face wasn't pale, his breathing was still steady, and his expression was normal.

He hadn't even broken much of a sweat.

It was as if that ten thousand meters just now, to him, was just a warm-up.

The Training Hall was quiet again.

Everyone looked at Wang Lin, and the look in their eyes was no longer just shock.

It was fear.

On the track, the others were still running, gasping for air.

Wang Lin was already standing next to the finish line, hands in his pockets, watching them with an expressionless face.

Just like someone who had finished the whole course watching a group of beginners still struggling.

Wang Lin glanced at them, then turned and walked away.

As if those who were still running weren't worth another glance from him.

Wang Lin walked towards the next testing area, his stride relaxed, his figure looking casual.

Leaving behind a group of people, struggling to move their feet on the track.

"He... he didn't even look at us..."

"In his eyes, are we not even considered opponents?"

"Don't think about it... we were never his opponents to begin with."

Wang Lin walked to the next testing area, and the people nearby automatically cleared a space for him.

...

The fourth test: Reaction Speed.

"The reaction Speed test takes place in a closed room, where rubber bullets will be fired randomly,"

"The tester needs to dodge all bullets within three minutes, and the fewer times hit, the better. The passing line is being hit no more than ten times."

Class Teacher Zhou Mingyuan paused, his gaze sweeping over everyone.

"Who will go first?"

"I will."

A voice rang out from the crowd.

Qiao Shuwan stood up.

Everyone's gaze fell upon her.

Qiao Shuwan, a prominent figure at Holy City Academy; no one dared to underestimate her strength.

Qiao Shuwan walked into the room and stood in the center.

Her hands hung naturally at her sides; she didn't clench her fists nervously like the others, nor did she strike an exaggerated defensive pose.

Her expression was very calm, but her gaze was very focused.

The indicator light for the rubber bullet launcher lit up.

The test began.