Even the slowest motorcycle models have a speed of over one hundred kiloters per hour, while running, no matter how fast, can only reach a speed of about forty-five kiloters per hour instantly. But this is just Bolt’s data.
Although Wang Ye’s running speed is definitely faster than Bolt’s now, Carlos also doesn’t believe he can outrun a motorcycle.
It can be said that the motorcycle is a complete dinsional reduction strike against running,
No one ever compares the speeds of these two activities.
"Do you think I called you out to watch sothing?" Wang Ye snorted, "Just ride without worry, I’ll keep up with you."
"Alright..." Carlos half doubtedly got on the motorcycle, then shifted gears and twisted the throttle.
Vroom—
The deafening roar of the engine suddenly exploded. Carlos’ motorcycle soared in speed in an instant, and within just ten seconds, the tire’s RPM reached its peak, raising the speed from 0 kiloters per hour to 100 kiloters per hour.
On the motorcycle, Carlos stared intently at the rearview mirror.
Watching Wang Ye at the back.
The next mont.
His eyes instantly turned incredibly astonished.
Because Wang Ye in the rearview mirror suddenly turned into a blur, exploding with a strong crackling sound on the spot, endless air waves burst open as if ignited by explosives.
Whoosh!
Accompanied by the sound of a sharp blade cutting through the air,
In just about three seconds, Wang Ye moved from behind him to ahead of him in an instant.
And his speed continued to increase.
At least four or five tis faster than Carlos’ speed!
Carlos’ motorcycle, which had soared to 150 kiloters per hour,
looked as slow as a snail compared to Wang Ye.
Carlos’ eyes widened like copper bells, and he was instantly thrown into a stupor.
The shock Wang Ye gave him at that mont was even higher than the instant he saved him.
Carlos had been staring at his speedoter all the ti, and after a period of acceleration, the motorcycle under him had clearly reached no less than 170 kiloters per hour. Yet Wang Ye’s speed was still four or five tis his, calculating simply, Wang Ye’s current speed was about seven to eight hundred kiloters per hour,
And it is well known that the speed of sound is only 1200 kiloters per hour.
That ans Wang Ye’s current speed is already subsonic. Just another four or five hundred kiloters per hour, and he can break the sound barrier!
Carlos’ pupils trembled continuously,
A living creature... Strictly speaking, a carbon-based lifeform.
Actually capable of running at subsonic speed by sheer physical effort?
At this speed, Wang Ye gradually disappeared from Carlos’ field of vision. No matter how Carlos twisted the throttle, he couldn’t get even a little closer to his speed.
It wasn’t until fifteen minutes later,
that Carlos finally saw Wang Ye on the road.
And by that ti, Wang Ye had been waiting there for who knows how long.
Carlos hurriedly stamped on the brakes, and his vehicle was already emitting wisps of black smoke from rapid long-term driving, clearly due to overheating, having damaged so internal parts.
Even a gasoline-powered motorcycle was about to be scrapped, but Wang Ye, a carbon-based lifeform, seed unaffected, without a drop of sweat on his body, his breathing remaining steady.
This indicated that the speed burst just now had absolutely no after-effects on Wang Ye. It was as if a normal person had sprinted with normal intensity, able to recover after a rest.
Carlos even suspected Wang Ye could maintain this speed and run for several hours on end.
So... Was Wang Ye hiding his strength in the previous marathons?
Why would he hide his strength, and why would he compete if he was hiding it?
All of this was blowing Carlos’ mind.
Wang Ye ca in front of Carlos, patted his shoulder,
"Is there anything else you want to see?"
Carlos cald himself slightly, swallowed a bit, and attempted to open his mouth:
"Since you’ve already shown speed, what about strength...?"
"Strength?" Wang Ye rubbed his chin and pondered for a mont,
His strength is likewise at a level beyond human peak,
But he hasn’t thought carefully about how to showcase the data of this ability.
After all, the current barbells can’t exceed a ton in weight.
The highest poundage grip strengtheners only reach 1000 pounds.
The most suitable thod should be a hydraulic press, but they don’t have one at hand right now.
Wang Ye deliberated for a while and decided to show Carlos his long-unpracticed Throwing Skill. Although he hasn’t focused on training this skill for several months now, as his physique continuously strengthens in the process of evolution, the power of his throwing is also gradually increasing.
Nowadays, as long as he chooses a suitable quality object to throw, its power should be comparable to so high-caliber sniper rifles. This kind of power ans it can explode a human head instantly, like a waterlon shattered into pieces. It’s known that the skull is the hardest bone in the human body, its hardness comparable to a steel plate four to five centiters thick, and normal handgun bullets at long distances find it hard to penetrate.
Wang Ye searched nearby for so stones. About two minutes later, he found ten or so cone-shaped stones about the size of bottle caps.
"Stones?" Carlos looked at the stones in Wang Ye’s hand skeptically, "What are you going to do? Crush these stones?"
"Here, Carlos, throw this stone hard towards that direction." Wang Ye handed one of the stones to Carlos, then pointed at a dry tree stump about five hundred ters away.
Taking the stone, Carlos looked at that dry tree stump five hundred ters away, showing a confused expression, that stump was almost too far to see, wanting him to throw it there? Does he think he’s so sort of human-shaped firearm?
Though he was filled with doubt,
Carlos still tried to throw the stone in his hand.
Bam!
He posed in a shot put stance, swinging his arm suddenly, launching the stone quickly, but it only flew fifty ters in the air before landing.
It’s known that Carlos’ arm strength is at the level of professional athletes. Also, he had trained in shot put for a period, making this throw distance one that normal people could only dream of.
Normal people throwing stones of this quality could at most achieve distances of ten to twenty ters.
Carlos managed to throw beyond fifty ters, already considered very impressive.
However, his thrown stone still seed soft and weak, lacking any destructive power.
In reality, for ordinary people, using throwing to visibly harm others is difficult, at most resulting in a skin scrape or slight fracture. Unless they’re using throwing knives, iron needles, or so sharpened Hidden Weapons.
After throwing, Carlos spread his hands with resignation to Wang Ye. He was still unclear why Wang Ye suddenly wanted him to throw.
"Watch closely, don’t blink."
Wang Ye simply grabbed a pebble with his right hand,
Then suddenly swung his arm.
Boom!
Only the tip of his right arm instantly emitted a deafening sonic boom.
It must be noted that this happens only when the tip speed of a whip exceeds 1200 kiloters per hour, with a chance of producing the explosive sound of breaking through the sound barrier!
The next second, the pebble in his hand shot out like a beam of cold light, instantly traversing several hundred ters and shattering the more than two-ter-high dry tree stump, scattering countless wooden shards up to several ters high, like a kilo of TNT was buried inside that stump.
In the tenth of a second after the stump exploded, the sound of the pebble breaking the air belatedly reached Carlos’ ears, indicating that the speed of the pebble had far exceeded the speed of sound!
Carlos’ mouth suddenly dropped open,
It took quite a while before he slowly closed it.
His gaze at Wang Ye gradually turned to fear.
This can’t be anything less than calling him a human cannon!
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