Seeing this outrageous power wattage.
Brother Zui, standing by the side, was utterly shocked, his pupils trembling incessantly. "Damn it... it shot up to two thousand watts in less than a minute. And he doesn’t seem even a bit tired or exhausted. Is this guy... even human?"
In front of Wang Ye, the power on the screen continued to climb.
After reaching two thousand watts, his heart rate barely reached around 80 beats per minute.
This ant that the current intensity of the exercise was far from his limit.
Even Robert Fosterman, the cyclist champion with the thickest legs in the world, can only barely maintain about 700-watt power for five minutes.
Unlike the fake power readings on spin bikes or ellipticals in so comrcial gyms.
In the cycling field, reaching even 1000 watts of power is already considered an extrely terrifying display of cardiorespiratory capacity and muscle explosiveness.
And yet, after Wang Ye shot up to 2000W, he still didn’t show a hint of fatigue. From this, one could infer just how formidable his cardiorespiratory capacity and thigh strength were.
At this mont,
the cycling platform under his feet emitted a strong buzzing and groaning sound, struggling under the pressure.
Wang Ye, however, continued to increase his pedaling frequency. Because he found that the stronger the power output from his thighs, the faster the improvent rate of his cycling skill level. Maintaining 2000W of power for just one minute was already equivalent to riding a shared bike for twenty minutes.
His cycling skill naturally progressed from lv2 to lv3.
Countless cycling techniques surged into his mind.
And Wang Ye’s pedaling frequency instantly beca even faster.
He suddenly grinned.
A large amount of scorching heat burst out through his clenched teeth,
"Great... let see where the limit is now!"
As Wang Ye gradually accelerated his sprint, his breathing and heart rate beca more and more rapid.
With the continuous buildup of power output, his heart rate gradually exceeded 100 beats per minute, entering his aerobic heart rate zone.
If there were other professional cyclists here, they would surely exclaim:
"Your aerobic zone is my limit!"
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About two minutes later.
The heart rate on Wang Ye’s wristwatch finally broke through to 200 beats per minute.
Reaching the average heart rate he maintained when running a marathon.
And the power on the cycling platform’s screen also finally broke through to 5000W.
This amount of power was enough to provide a hot pot al for four or five people.
Although Wang Ye seed to be sweating very little.
Brother Zui could clearly perceive the temperature around the cycling platform rising considerably.
Brother Zui couldn’t help but wipe the sweat off his forehead, finding the remote control to turn on the gym’s air conditioning, barely lowering the surrounding temperature to a tolerable level.
"It’s already five thousand... how high does this guy want to go? Moreover... he’s not even sweating, yet just watching makes sweat buckets." Brother Zui stood under the air conditioner, blowing at 16°C, but could barely resist the heat wave coming at him. This showed just how outrageously enhanced Wang Ye’s heat dissipation ability was.
As Wang Ye’s pedaling frequency soared to the extre, the noise from the cycling platform grew louder and louder.
Even attracting other gym mbers to co and watch.
As ti ticked by, Wang Ye’s leg skin turned a terrifying crimson, revealing fierce, snake-like blood vessels and rough bands of muscle fibers. The power value on the cycling platform screen gradually climbed from 5000W to nearly 10000W.
Shhhhhh!!!
The cycling platform emitted a deafening buzzing sound.
Seemingly about to break apart at any mont.
Seeing this scene, the surrounding gym mbers held their breath.
Their eyes filled with incredulous astonishnt.
In the cycling field, being known as a "kilowatt leg" was already a title for top figures.
Yet now, right before their eyes was about to appear an unprecedented "ten-kilowatt leg"!!
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At this mont, Wang Ye felt like his heart rate had reached an unimaginable level,
the arteries throughout his body began to throb crazily, and the endless blood rushed through his veins, roaring like a river, akin to bullet trains speeding on their tracks.
Even with blood vessels more resilient than a regular person’s, he felt as if they were on the verge of bursting.
This sensation was similar to an ordinary person who hadn’t trained for ages suddenly sprinting a 400-ter dash on a track. Whether the lactic acid pressure accumulating inside or the heart pounding vigorously, or the severe pain from the brain, all made one feel restless and aching unbearably.
Yet, Wang Ye’s brain remained intensely excited.
The energy output from his heart continued to rise.
If there’s a phrase to describe his current state,
it would be—
Pedal to death!
Sparks flickered out from the machine.
The power on the screen kept jumping.
8000W...
10000W...
12000W...
14000W...
Finally, it settled at.
15000W!!
At this mont, Wang Ye had finally reached his limit.
The tense muscles in his thighs imdiately relaxed, his pedaling frequency gradually decreased, and the power wattage on the screen swiftly returned to a few hundred watts.
His breathing was terrifying like a predator, continuously growling like a lion’s roar from his throat.
Unlike the vocal cords of felines, Wang Ye could emit such an oppressive sound because he was in a state of extre oxygen deprivation, with each breath stirring a vast amount of airflow, causing an intimidating vibration sound.
His heartbeat was so loud that even Brother Zui standing not far away could hear the "thud thud" sound.
But fortunately, Wang Ye’s recovery ability was comndable.
Approximately two minutes later.
He returned to a resting state.
Wang Ye stepped off the cycling platform.
Only to find that the fra of the cycling platform behind him had beco noticeably twisted.
Brother Zui then weakly said, "Bro... are you really a cultivator?"
"Would you believe if I said I was born with divine power?" Wang Ye laughed.
"..." Brother Zui went silent.
"By the way, can I borrow this for a night?"
Wang Ye pointed at the cycling platform with the twisted fra and asked.
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