??120: Chapter 120 Terrifying Recovery Ability
120: Chapter 120 Terrifying Recovery Ability
The ninth kiloter.
Zhang Fan and Ye Yanran’s clothes were completely soaked with sweat; they looked as if they had been fished out of water.
Both of them walked very slowly, but both were gritting their teeth and persevering.
Neither wanted to lose to the other!
The foreheads of the youths trailing behind them were also dripping with sweat beads as big as soybeans.
Though they often went for morning runs, they generally ran down the mountain after reaching the fifth kiloter mark.
Going up and down the mountain were completely different things; they had never tried running to such a height before.
Even as athletes, they were finding it tough to keep up.
“We’re almost there, hold on,” Zhang Dongyang encouraged.
At this mont, he was also shocked.
This level of exercise would be considered terrifying even in a regular military camp.
In this city, a ten-kiloter cross-country run could only be called cross-country in this place and nowhere else.
However, whether in training camps or any other places, such a prolonged hill-climbing cross-country run was almost nonexistent.
He had never expected Zhang Fan and the others to reach the top of the mountain.
It would have been good enough if they could exceed five kiloters, and that too with a twenty-kilogram load.
Having co this far, he naturally didn’t want Zhang Fan and the others to give up.
It was the unyielding spirit in his bloodline, and he hoped that Zhang Fan and the others would possess this sa spirit of endurance.
That spirit was the most valuable thing of all.
Back when he was in the special forces, many were eliminated because they couldn’t keep going.
Although he no longer intended to send Zhang Fan into the military, he still wanted Zhang Fan to have this never-give-up character.
“Thud thud thud!”
Heavy footsteps and deep breaths beca the only sounds at this mont.
Even those young n who were there to see Ye Yanran no longer had the luxury to admire her graceful figure.
They did not want to be outdone by the two in front; dammit, they were football players after all.
Only two hundred ters away from the mountaintop, yet this distance seed like an insurmountable chasm to Zhang Fan and Ye Yanran.
Every single step almost used up all their spirit.
Their pace was slower than that of a ninety-year-old elder.
The group of middle-aged n who had been left far behind had already caught up.
However, they watched Zhang Fan’s group with a serious expression.
Mountain climbing was almost a breeze for those who exercised regularly, but at this mont, they preferred to quietly follow behind Zhang Fan and his group.
Carrying a load for nearly ten kiloters; this was insanely tough.
“You can do it!”
More than a dozen people were quietly shouting, their faces flushed as they looked at the mountaintop within reach.
Reaching the top, even if running up empty-handed, was a huge challenge.
One hundred ters!
Fifty ters!
Ten ters!
The mountain wind caressed gently, and the leaves rustled.
Zhang Dongyang also deliberately slowed down, taking one slow step after another.
If he could, he would be able to sprint at full speed even now.
Ten kiloters with a twenty-kilogram load was nothing to him.
But if he sped up, he estimated that Ye Yanran, following behind him, would lose her target and then collapse.
“Last ter, co on,” everyone shouted from behind, overwheld with excitent.
Zhang Dongyang did not look back, although he had stepped onto the last stair, he was still moving forward.
Ye Yanran’s body was sowhat shaky, as if she might collapse at any mont.
Carrying 20 kilograms for a 10-kiloter cross-country had almost drained all her physical strength.
Just at that mont, Zhang Fan suddenly let out a deep roar, using all his strength to start running forward.
Seeing the figure that fluttered past her, the dullness in Ye Yanran’s eyes lit up.
How could she lose to this pervert.
“Ah!”
Ye Yanran also roared, her face turning crimson and the veins on her forehead almost bursting out.
She stepped forward, her shaky body suddenly advancing.
“Good!”
Cheers imdiately erupted, as the group of middle-aged n following them clapped and shouted their praise.
“Can’t fall, stand.”
Zhang Dongyang imdiately took off the backpack and model gun from his body and ran over, grabbing Zhang Fan with one hand and Ye Yanran with the other, quickly removing the backpacks and model guns from both of them.
After a long period of intense running, one mustn’t fall down, otherwise, it could cause the blood vessels in the body to burst.
Zhang Dongyang was naturally very aware of this piece of common sense.
Zhang Fan felt as though his whole body was about to break apart, his legs didn’t feel like his own, he couldn’t possibly stand, his whole body hanging onto his father.
Ye Yanran was even worse off, her complexion rapidly turning pale, frighteningly like a sheet of white paper.
“Hey, you guys help
get so saline out of my backpack,” Zhang Dongyang shouted to the people in the distance.
Imdiately, the group of middle-aged n ca over and quickly asked, “Where is it?”
Zhang Dongyang pointed toward the distant backpack, and at once, soone ran over, opened the backpack, and took out a water pouch.
Zhang Dongyang took it, twisted open the pouch spout, and first fed a little to Ye Yanran.
“Slowly, you can only drink a little,” Zhang Dongyang said, then imdiately took the pouch away and stuffed it into Zhang Fan’s mouth.
After taking a sip of saline, Zhang Fan instantly felt a great relief wash over him.
Damn, this ordeal almost killed him.
What was he thinking when his brain glitched and he asked his dad for this kind of weighted gear?
“Ding, Host has gained ‘Spirit
1, Strength
1’ through acquired training.”
Hearing the voice in his head, Zhang Fan was sowhat bewildered.
Just this one ti and he gained one point of spirit and one point of strength?
Shit, that’s almost worth two thousand Spiritual Value.
Suddenly, Zhang Fan felt the endeavor was worth the price of admission, even if it ant his legs were run to breaking point.
After all, one of dad’s hands was only worth two hundred Spiritual Value, and two legs added up to just four hundred Spiritual Value— a net profit of sixteen hundred.
About ten minutes later, Zhang Fan struggled out of his dad’s embrace and shakily started moving his body.
Zhang Dongyang looked at Ye Yanran lying in his arms like sludge, then at Zhang Fan who had already started moving on his own, as shocked as if he had seen a ghost.
Was this kid’s recovery ability so strong?
Impossible, carrying 20 kilograms for a 10-kiloter cross-country, even old soldiers would be like dead dogs for more than an hour.
It wasn’t just Zhang Dongyang who was stunned; the young n who were panting heavily, feeling as if they were about to collapse, also stared blankly at Zhang Fan.
Damn, was this guy a monster?
Just a mont ago, he looked like a dead dog, and now he was full of life?
They ca up empty-handed and still hadn’t caught their breath, yet, this guy must have taken Brother Chun’s [magic pill]!
Zhang Fan noticed the strange looks and turned to his dad with surprise, asking, “What’s wrong?”
“Drink more saline, don’t push yourself too hard,” Zhang Dongyang managed to say after a long pause.
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