"I understand why stretching the way I was doing is pointless."
The mont the energy surged vigorously through my ridians, every fiber of my body awakened. No stretching could ever replace sothing like this.
But what truly surprised was how my energy seed to have a will of its own.
'I'll have to research more about this.'
"Let's start slow and gradually increase the pace to your limit," Lesley explained.
I estimated that the entire training field was about six to eight soccer fields in size. The running track circled the entire underground floor, which should average about three kiloters per lap.
I was also curious about the capabilities of this body. To be honest, I hadn't run since I was eight years old. I spent ten years battling cancer and three years trapped in the mines. It had been exactly thirteen years since I last moved my body vigorously. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach with high expectations.
'How far can I go?'
Lesley gave a positive signal, and we started moving. For the first hundred ters, the pace was a light jog. My body felt fine, with no signs of fatigue, arrhythmia, or breathing issues.
"Let's pick up the pace," Lesley ordered.
The pace doubled, shifting to a rhythmic run. Still, no signs of fatigue or exhaustion in my body.
"Again," Lesley encouraged.
The pace doubled once more. Lesley and I, side by side, ran like seasoned marathoners in a five-thousand-ter race. I estimated we were going around twenty to twenty-five kiloters per hour.
"Let's go!" Lesley shouted.
Our speed increased every hundred ters. As I ran, I carefully analyzed my body. My legs moved fluidly, my arms kept up, and my lungs pumped air steadily into my body without any apparent fatigue.
We had already slightly surpassed the speed of a hundred-ter sprinter. My body acted as if it were putting in minimal effort.
'Incredible!'
In nine seconds, we left the hundred ters behind, and once again, Lesley increased the pace.
Now, this was insanity. The speed we were running could be compared to that of a moving car. In four seconds, we broke through the hundred ters.
Here, things started to get tough.
By my rough calculations, we were running at least twenty-five ters per second, which was around ninety kiloters per hour. And yet, Lesley doubled the speed.
The intervals between speed changes grew exponentially. At twenty-five ters per second, my body began to show typical signs of overheating. This speed was already more than double what a world-record hundred-ter sprinter could achieve.
"Keep accelerating!" Lesley commanded.
The speed doubled again, and my feet, legs, torso, and skin felt the friction of the air. My footsteps produced sharp noises similar to those of an automatic weapon. I was pushed to my limit, my body giving everything it had. I felt the energy flowing through my ridians fueling my bones, muscles, blood, and skin. The more extre it got, the more prana and mana were consud.
But now, there was no way to accelerate every hundred ters. The running pace remained constant. And I an, I was running at over one hundred and seventy kiloters per hour. Four tis faster than the fastest man on Earth.
At this speed, the first lap was completed in less than three minutes. At the end of the first lap, Lesley's voice sounded in my ears again.
"Let's speed up to one lap per minute."
'Speed up even more?' I thought.
Her pace increased, this ti not doubling. It was a pace I could keep up with—at least for now. That's because my body began to show clear signs of fatigue, overheating, breathing issues, and muscle pain.
At a steady pace, another lap was completed. And after that, six more.
"Huff... Huff... Huff... Huff..." I panted heavily.
We had already covered the distance of a half-marathon in less than ten minutes.
"Good, three more laps at maximum speed! Give it your all," Lesley commanded.
'What? Speed up more?'
Putting all my strength into my legs and pushing everything I had, my speed increased a bit more. However, the effects were devastating.
In the first lap at maximum speed, I felt my heart pounding in my throat, as if it were looking for a way out.
My breath was extrely hot, with steam exhaling from my body, my sweat evaporating.
My legs were burning. Every muscle, from the quadriceps to the calves, felt like it was on fire, as if small embers were lodged under my skin. The burning was deep, a hot, pulsating pain that spread with every step I took. The tendons were stiff, tense like ropes about to snap, and my knees trembled, threatening to give out at any mont.
Never, at any mont in my short life, had I felt anything like this. The feeling of being at the limit, pushing past the boundaries of the possible, challenging myself to the breaking point.
Even with all these signs of fatigue, agony, and pain, unconsciously, Glenn's face expressed a wild expression. A beastly smile stretched across his mouth, and sharp eyes like those of a predator shone in his intense golden irises.
Three kiloters in less than a minute. In the second lap, all the effects began to connect in a complex chain of sensations, trying to shut Glenn down. His vision began to darken, and at one point, he was almost thrown flying when his stride faltered slightly. But he refused to give in.
And in less than two minutes, the last three laps were completed.
Lesley watched silently, observing the limits of Glenn's body.
'It's far above standard,' she analyzed. 'An initial awakened with a saturated innate core would be, at most, three to four tis more resilient than a normal, unawakened person. Glenn clearly surpassed a normal person by more than five tis.'
Lesley's face showed a hint of resolve, and in her mind, she had already made a decision.
'I'll push him to the farthest limits possible. Such potential has to be honed properly.'
The last lap ended, and I quickly slowed down. Midway through the deceleration, my body, seized by involuntary spasms, stumbled, and I was flung a hundred ters, spinning across the ground at high speed until I hit one of the side walls.
"Aggggggh," I scread as my back took the hit.
Curiously, the pain didn't last long. There were no abrasions on my skin, and I hadn't broken any bones. However...
"Baaaaaaarf..." I vomited, emptying everything I had eaten for breakfast.
Lesley walked slowly toward and observed with enigmatic eyes.
"That was a good warm-up," she praised. At least, I think it was praise.
"Alright, let's do so strength training now."
"Already?" I asked. "Give a few minutes," I pleaded.
"No, get your ass up and follow . No breaks for you," Lesley replied.
"Pheeew..." A long sigh escaped my mouth.
'I have a feeling this is going to be a long, painful, and traumatizing day.'
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