The plane landed gracefully at Magic City Airport, trembling slightly as it faced the strong wind and the setting sun.
"Hmm, have we arrived?" Mugalen lifted his eye mask, feeling sowhat tired from sleep.
It only takes two to three hours to fly from Japan to Magic City.
He had boarded the plane at around four in the afternoon, and now it was already six o’clock, leaving him feeling groggy.
Mugalen glanced over at Bi Fang, who was next to him playing on his phone. Mugalen thought Bi Fang was gaming, but on closer inspection, he saw a green button on the screen.
In the blink of an eye, the green button instantly turned red, and almost at the sa ti it changed color, Bi Fang pressed the button.
A number popped up from the top.
87ms.
Suddenly curious, Mugalen asked, "What is this?"
Bi Fang replied, "A rudintary software for asuring neural response."
"Can I give it a try?"
"Sure," Bi Fang handed him the phone and explained, "The button will turn from green to red, and you hit it as soon as it turns red to check your reaction speed."
Mugalen nodded. The rules were quite simple.
He quickly understood after restarting it.
After a series of actions, a number jumped out.
Mugalen’s eyebrows twitched: "268ms? Why is there such a big difference from yours?"
If Mugalen hadn’t seen it wrong, Bi Fang scored 87ms, right?
Although he wasn’t sure what the standard for good was, Mugalen had the feeling that his number seed pretty weak.
Just as Bi Fang was about to take his phone back, Mugalen pushed him away: "No, no, no, I wasn’t ready. Let’s do it again, one more ti."
Watching an eager Mugalen, Bi Fang sighed and stood up to gather his luggage.
By the ti they disembarked from the plane, Mugalen was still focused on the test.
Bi Fang ignored the protests and snatched the phone back.
He opened the average value and saw 156ms.
Covering the data from the first half, the average value fluctuated again, becoming 237ms.
"What counts as a good score?" Mugalen asked from behind.
Bi Fang didn’t reply but just nodded: "Not bad, it’s above average."
The average person’s reaction speed is usually around 250ms, which can reach 200ms with focused attention.
Typically, with regular training, one’s response speed can get down to around 150ms.
The physiological limit of human response speed will not be lower than 100ms—that’s the biological limit.
Modern dical science, following further research into nerve conduction velocities, has shown that the speed at which nerve fibers conduct is related to their diater; the larger the diater of the nerve fibers, the faster they conduct.
For example, the diater of the main nerve fibers of humans or mammals ranges from 1 to 22 microters, and their conduction speed can reach 5 to 120 ters per second; the diater of the branching nerves and visceral nerves of the main nerve is less than 3 microters, with a conduction speed of 3 to 15 ters per second; while the diater of peripheral nerves ranges from 0.3 to 1.3 microters, with a conduction speed roughly of 0.6 to 2.3 ters per second.
Physiologists also discovered that there’s a linear relationship between the diater of the main nerve fibers of mammals and their conduction speed: for every 1 microter increase in the nerve fiber’s outer diater, the conduction speed increases by 6 ters per second.
Theoretically, human reflexes should be at the speed of light, as nerve reflexes are biologically electrical.
The fundantal reason is that the transmission within neurons is at the speed of light, but the transmission between neurons is not; it’s a matter of substance transmission instead.
Moreover, the electrical signals are generated by the difference in ion concentration on the inside and outside of the nerve ending cell mbranes, resulting in a potential difference. The conduction of the potential difference is at the speed of light, but the speed of the variation in ion concentration is much slower than that of light.
Crude nerves modify this process.
So what people often call rough nerves should not actually be regarded as slowness but as sensitivity far beyond that of an ordinary person.
This should be considered a complint. Saying soone is slow should be putting it as having delicate nerves.
Based on this threshold, pressure sensors were installed on the starting blocks. If a runner starts, they will exert pressure on the block, which in turn will sense the start.
The shortest human reaction ti is 0.1 seconds; anything within 0.1 seconds is considered a false start.
The International Association of Athletics Federations has rules for this: if soone starts with a reaction ti of 0.09 seconds, it’s definitely an attempt to jump the gun rather than following it, so it can only be ruled as a foul.
As for the peak period, it’s basically the age range of eSports competitors. For Mugalen, the average is 237ms, which is indeed quite good. He was quite the hero in his youth.
Mugalen scratched his head, puzzled. The human limit is 100ms, and if he hadn’t seen wrong just now, Bi Fang’s test was definitely below triple digits. He asked curiously, "How did you manage to get 87ms just now?"
Humans do have their limits, so does that an Bi Fang is no longer human?
Bi Fang replied calmly, "I just blindly anticipated it."
Testing reaction speed, of course, can’t be done with just one try. You need at least five attempts to calculate an average.
Mugalen suddenly realized, "Ah, I see, but now I’m curious: ’Let see your average.’"
"Forget it, it’s at an ordinary person’s level."
Bi Fang turned off his phone and ran towards the hall.
"Hey, you can’t do that," Mugalen said anxiously, carrying luggage and chasing after Bi Fang.
The two weaved through the bustling crowd in the hall, while Richard and the others were leisurely following behind.
As Bi Fang passed through the crowd, he also caused a stir; more people recognized them because both of their appearances and auras were too eye-catching.
It’s like going to a zoo where you’re more captivated by the animal that has just been captured from the forest than by one that was born and raised there.
As they chased each other, just as Mugalen was about to catch Bi Fang’s shoulder, a scream ca from beside him.
Mugalen turned around and saw an orange tray flying into the air, with the burgers, chicken nuggets, and fries also taking flight.
"Oh no, I’ve hit soone!" Mugalen suddenly realized, but it was too late.
Watching as the food was about to scatter all over the floor, he thought of apologizing to people.
At the last possible mont, a hand with distinct knuckles reached through from between them, swiftly supporting the bottom of the tray. To everyone’s amazent, it caught each piece of the airborne food one by one.
With the last chicken nugget landing securely back in its box.
"Plop."
Soone’s phone fell to the ground; they turned to their companion and exclaid, "Is this them filming ’Spider-Man 4’?"
The companion looked around and shook their head, "I don’t see any caras."
"Sorry, my friend bumped into you. Are you okay?" Bi Fang tipped his cap and sincerely apologized.
"No, no, no, it’s fine, it’s fine," the girl whose tray was knocked over hurriedly gestured. She adjusted her glasses and studied Bi Fang’s face for a while before exclaiming again, "Ah, you are... "
"Shh!"
Bi Fang raised a finger to his lips.
As expected, what followed was another fan et-and-greet.
Mugalen stood awkwardly to one side; once the photo op was over, he imdiately grabbed Bi Fang, "How did you just do that?"
"What?"
"That thing, with the whoosh whoosh whoosh, the Spider-Man thing," Mugalen explained, making swooping gestures in the air with his hands.
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Bi Fang tugged down his cap, "I just blindly caught it."
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