The ones in front, they’ve gone mad.
The ones behind, they’re pulling out all the stops.
As everyone knows, long-distance running isn’t about constantly comparing yourself to others; you have to maintain your own rhythm.
These guys all know this, but who here hasn’t competed at the national or provincial martial arts competitions?
Who hasn’t competed at the Detachnt competition?
Who has ever been left behind like this?
What’s being pulled apart isn’t just distance, it’s dignity.
Everyone’s physical strength was rapidly depleting; even Fang Huai felt that he was close to his limit, and Lin Chong too was at the end of his tether. The only one who seed at ease was the bobcat.
The bobcat isn’t a tiger or a leopard, it’s a lynx.
It’s an animal with extraordinary endurance, the number one in stamina among the feline species.
The instructors here all chose their nas based on their own specialties.
He might not be strong when carrying weight, but unard, just take this afternoon for instance, including the forced march at the start, he’d been running back and forth in front of and behind the formation, shouting his lungs out, and now chasing after numbers 20 and 11 from the second group without even panting heavily.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been given this task of hurling insults.
His job was to constantly run around the formation hurling insults, to ntally toughen them up. If the formation marched 25 kiloters, he would have to follow and cover 35 kiloters.
"Hehe, number 11, number 20, what’s wrong, can’t keep up? Want to chase them down for you to see?"
As the bobcat spoke, he surged forward a few steps, overtaking the two soldiers, but seeing that the two in front didn’t seem too easy to ss with, he turned back, picked up the loudspeaker, and began PUA-ing the others.
"If you’re too tired to run, then just stop! Are you hungry?
Morning run tofu pudding! Night run kebabs!
Running in the afternoon? Stead lamb, stead bear paws! Stead deer tails, roasted duck, roasted chick, roasted goose, furnace pig, furnace duck, sauce chicken bacon, pine flower stomach, dried at sausage!
Ah! Now if there were a bottle of Cola... wouldn’t that be refreshing?
Hey, hey, I know a lot of you don’t have points. How about this, I’ll lend you so, how’s that?
One bottle of Cola, three points; when you have points, just pay back five, and I’ll have it delivered to you right away! Oh yes, and Cola has to be drunk cold. I’ll have soone drive to town to buy you guys so icy ones! How about it?"
The soldiers were all cursing inside.
Damn, the rules were just announced at noon. No food, and everyone wanted to save up so points. Are you trying to bleed us dry right now?
Cola for five points? With five points, I could exchange them for a tub of fragrant instant noodles!
Hey, with this guy’s talk, I’m genuinely hungry.
The soldiers were internally wailing, but Fang Huai, who had already started to gasp heavily, felt like he’d been struck by lightning when he heard these words.
Holy crap!
A high-interest loan!
Isn’t that what the System can offer?!
I’m out of tasks anyway, why should I be afraid of taking out a high-interest loan?
Just deduct away!
System! System! I want to take out a high-interest loan!
The long-absent prompt appeared before his eyes, warmly.
However, the content was tough as nails.
[Loan details: Receive two rewards.]
[Loan conditions: The System will take three tasks as interest. The next nine tasks will yield no rewards. (The next nine tasks cannot be refused, otherwise both rewards will be revoked, and you will beco an unregistered resident of credit, unable to borrow again.)]
When Fang Huai saw the System, he was overjoyed, but upon reading the conditions again, he inwardly exclaid.
Frick, nine tasks...
The System hadn’t given him a task in a long ti.
Without doing them, there were none at all, but if he did them, at least he would still have the chance to receive tasks!
The system tasks had never hurt him before; it was just a bit more to do.
Now that he understood the directionality of the system tasks, perhaps he could even pick up on so clues about the future in so of them.
Borrow!
[Generating rewards...]
[Please select your rewards.]
[1. Second heart enhancent]
[2. Second liver enhancent]
[3. Second lung enhancent]
[Choose two options.]
The heart, the heart’s here again!
And the lungs!
1, 3!
The mont the interface disappeared, Fang Huai’s body’s core engine imdiately underwent a remodel.
Lin Chong, who was trying not to gasp heavily to conserve his strength by maintaining his breathing, suddenly noticed that Fang Huai’s panting had also vanished.
His heart relaxed.
This Number 1, he had finally reached his limit and been left behind.
But a quick glance sideways, and his eyes narrowed.
That figure was still there.
Only, it was no longer gasping for breath.
Lin Chong, a master at controlling his body, noticed after only a couple of looks that Number 1’s breathing was steady and extended.
It was the state he had been striving for while controlling his body.
Moreover, Number 1 didn’t seem to be controling it deliberately; his body was moving significantly, not consciously conserving energy, yet he seed very relaxed!
Fang Huai himself was not in a rush at this mont.
With a newfound surplus of strength that could surpass Lin Chong, his movents slowed down, as he lagged half a body length behind Lin Chong and started observing.
His vision was exceptionally good, and he noticed the differences between Lin Chong’s running technique and his own.
He had practiced running postures before and had even adjusted so of his habits that could easily lead to injury in order to endure long training sessions. His overall technique was quite standard.
But Lin Chong’s control over his body was much more refined.
The tip of his foot pointed forward, providing support with his stride, his body leaned slightly forward, taking advantage of a gravity-induced fall, and Lin Chong looked a bit like a dog.
No, not exactly, but the motion of his legs running resembled a dog’s.
It was similar to the elastic forward burst of a dog’s S-shaped dash.
Running is a skill, and it’s far from simple.
Changing a commonly used motion habit can take months or even years to force the body to form a mory.
Su Bingtian had never run 100 ters in under 10 seconds at first, but a foreign coach on the national team, through a sudden push, tested that his first step was taken with his left foot.
The coach believed that starting with the left foot was more in line with his neurological instincts and suggested he change his starting foot.
In order to improve his performance, he switched from starting on his right foot to his left, a move that could be called the biggest risk of his career. It took him a year to adapt and, at 32 years old, his start ti reduced from 0.224 seconds to 0.185 seconds, setting a new Asian record for the 100 ters at 9.83 seconds.
Fang Huai greatly admired him.
But if it were himself changing a bodily habit, it wouldn’t take a year.
With his mory, whenever he needed to use a movent, his mind could always remind his body instantly to change the habit.
Moreover, his sharp neurological response could keep up with body control and allowed him to concentrate and experience with minute detail.
Fang Huai began to study his running actions.
This movent... was indeed very good.
Imitating Lin Chong’s leg snapping action and feeling it carefully, he realized his leg force was noticeably less.
This compensated to so extent for his lack of leg strength.
Fang Huai felt he had discovered sothing incredible.
Perhaps Lin Chong wasn’t physically much stronger than himself; it was just that his way of generating force was far more scientific than his own.
No, his was scientific, but Lin’s was on the professional level.
This person must have received the ticulous coaching of a professional national athlete!
Fang Huai had always been progressing swiftly. Even though he had considered scientifically-inford training, he had never thought about it from a professional perspective.
Because most of the comrades he encountered mostly fell short in training intensity, protecting their bodies while intensifying training was the quickest way to improve.
But he had never considered that his body had already reached a professional level.
Moreover, it was professional across multiple aspects.
He himself needed professional technical guidance to improve his performance!
Sprinting, distance running, waist coordination, arm force... all should have very professional guidance to save the energy needed to complete a movent, and even to tailor movents to his height, weight, and body coordination.
Lin Chong, worthy to be the chief instructor of the eight hundred thousand Imperial Troops, such a good teacher!
Then, respect for you will be shown by surpassing you.
Fang Huai imitated Lin Chong’s posture and snapped forward, and after a period of coordination, he forcefully accelerated, gradually overtaking Lin Chong.
Lin Chong, feeling Fang Huai speeding up again, had no choice but to breathe heavily, trying to attain the maximum burst of speed in the shortest ti, but Number 1 beside him passed him more rapidly.
He wanted to catch up desperately, but the other side was running faster and faster. When Fang Huai completely got in front of him, Lin Chong saw Fang Huai’s running form, his eyes losing their usual indifference.
Stunned.
Adjusting the rhythm of force exerted by different parts of the body had always been his strongest point. Besides his arduous training, he had also spent a lot of ti learning to adjust, and this had given him an advantage in all his results.
It was also his greatest source of confidence.
But, the running movent that had taken him over a year to adjust to his body’s habit, why did it appear so completely on Number 1?
He wasn’t running like this just a mont ago!
He was running very smoothly.
Isn’t that exaggerated?
Those behind were stunned as well.
That flag, actually ran to the very front?
What about Lin Chong?
Behind him?!
Kui Li behind was gaping, incredulously asking,
"Captain Hu, that Number 1... seems to have gone to the front! Did Lin Chong let him?"
Hu Peizhou was inwardly hit by a storm of shock.
This was the first ti he had seen a student Lin Chong couldn’t surpass.
Lin Chong was impossible to let through, with his character that strives to be the first in everything, even if his own superior told him to slow down, he would unlikely comply.
Exaggerated, way too exaggerated.
No one spoke, but everyone watched the increasingly distinct echelon, as they were all chasing after the frontmost.
The long highway offered wide visibility, which reinforced everyone’s astonishnt.
Damn, is he still accelerating?
Fang Huai inside was cursing under his breath.
The more enraged, the faster he accelerated.
He kept searching the Military rit Shop but couldn’t find any thod of force exertion to conserve energy.
Damn, what’s this broken Military rit Shop? Not even one thod to exert force? No guidance for my waist? My arms? Am I expected to shalessly go to that sour-faced Lin Chong to learn?
Before he could utter more insults,
The Military rit Shop suddenly popped open.
[Body Force Exertion thod (Comprehensive)]
[Description: The most suitable body force exertion thod for the host.]
[Price: 100 military rit points]
Fang Huai swallowed hard.
...Actually, self-study wouldn’t be a big issue.
Fang Huai couldn’t help but slow down a bit, waiting for Lin Chong to catch up. Then, with a smirk, he said,
"Lin Chong... that leg force exertion of yours is pretty useful. Got any other secrets? Teach , and I’ll call you Master, how’s that?"
Lin Chong was already out of breath, but upon hearing his words, the surprise and annoyance in his heart reached an extre.
He just learned it?!
How could he be so fast?
All the effort he had spent over the years learning flooded his mind, turning into a flicker of resentnt.
"Everyone... has... huff... their own way! Can’t teach!"
Fang Huai’s face fell.
Damn, what’s his problem?
Without you, Butcher Zhang, can’t I eat a hairy pig?
His feet suddenly accelerated again, and as he passed Lin Chong, he threw back the phrase Lin Chong had most frequently said to him during the past few days,
"Stop dithering, run faster!"
A Daoist’s conviction shattered.
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