The swimming pool is about two ters deep, barely enough for him to huddle at the bottom.
Wang Ye took a deep breath and dived into the water in a swimming manner.
He swam around the pool at the bottom several tis, and his muscles gradually started to feel numb.
When he could no longer swim, he crouched directly at the bottom, pinched his nose, and silently counted the seconds.
"Thirty seconds... one minute... five minutes..."
A few guests who were swimming noticed Wang Ye at that mont.
"How is that person staying underwater for so long?"
"Isn’t he drowning? There’s no sound at all."
"Lifeguard, it seems like soone is drowning over there!"
"I’ll swim over to take a look." The lifeguard sitting on the diving board imdiately jumped into the water with a splash.
At that mont.
Wang Ye at the bottom of the pool was entirely unaware of the commotion outside. He was still curled up at the bottom, holding his breath tightly, counting the seconds in his mind. At the sa ti, streams of bubbles continued to escape from the corners of his mouth and rise to the surface.
The current world record for breath-holding underwater is 22 minutes and 22 seconds, set by a Danish person nad Svendson.
Most ordinary people can only hold their breath for one to two minutes, and even trained swimrs can generally only hold their breath for about four minutes.
Having evolved for so long, Wang Ye’s breath-holding ti could naturally surpass that of ordinary people and even most athletes.
However, he ultimately lacked specialized training for breath-holding and had a lack of relevant experience. By the fifth minute, he began to feel so lung pain.
He felt that the oxygen in his lungs had been completely expelled, and now he was purely relying on willpower to endure, using his steel-like physique to persevere.
"Hold on a little longer."
Wang Ye furrowed his brow, feeling that he could hold out a while longer as long as his mind remained clear, without threatening his life.
Since obtaining the evolution system, he had subconsciously enjoyed challenging his limits. It was an instinctive behavior driven by the pursuit of endorphins and a proactive mindset for self-exploration.
This feeling is similar to the addictive sense of leveling up in gas, but the essential difference is that his upgrades translate precisely to reality and feedback to his body. Such clearly defined real-world upgrades naturally beco more addictive than virtual ones.
At that mont.
The lifeguard, looking to be in his late twenties or early thirties, quickly swam over.
He seed to be checking on Wang Ye’s safety.
Upon seeing Wang Ye curled at the bottom holding his nose,
The lifeguard showed a hint of surprise in his expression.
"Is he... holding his breath?"
The lifeguard imdiately raised his watch, glanced at the ti, and exclaid:
"From when he subrged to now, at least five minutes have passed... and he’s still holding on? Does he have iron lungs???"
Wang Ye, still intently holding his breath at this mont,
felt his consciousness gradually begin to blur,
and the ti underwater had reached over nine minutes.
"Nine minutes and thirty seconds, thirty-one seconds..."
Wang Ye clenched his teeth, lips quivering, continuously squeezing out bubbles from the corners of his mouth.
This was the very last remnants of oxygen expelled from his lungs.
"Ten minutes!"
Wang Ye suddenly burst to the surface, floating on the water, and began breathing heavily, with undisguised joy in his eyes, "Ten minutes! My first ti holding my breath underwater, and it lasted over ten minutes!"
The lifeguard, who witnessed the whole thing, was utterly astounded. Knowing the swimming sport well, he knew better than anyone that most people’s breath-holding limit is barely a minute, and many athletes can only hold their breath for about five minutes.
Yet, this extrely robust young man had held his breath for over ten minutes!
Could he be a breath-holding prodigy?
...
After taking a rest, Wang Ye began swimming again.
He continuously swam back and forth on the 50-ter lane of the pool, leveraging his frightening muscle control ability to increase the frequency and amplitude of his arms and legs movents, boosting his swimming speed.
With marathon-level endurance, he was exceptionally familiar with such aerobic exercises that test the heart and lungs. As long as the pool water didn’t irritate his skin, he could swim like this all afternoon.
While swimming, Wang Ye felt his swimming skills becoming increasingly proficient.
Other guests in the pool gradually noticed Wang Ye’s swimming speed seed surprisingly fast. Yet, his swimming technique did not appear remarkable, rely relying on his formidable strength and endurance to maintain a high-frequency stroke rate.
What amazed those around him even more was that Wang Ye continued to swim with such intensity for nearly two kiloters, showing no signs of fatigue.
Finally.
After half an hour, a new skill appeared before Wang Ye’s eyes!
[Swimming Lv1 (10%)]
In an instant, countless professional techniques flooded Wang Ye’s mind.
These techniques quickly rged into his muscle mory, transforming into habits and even instincts!
anwhile,
Wang Ye’s swimming posture suddenly stabilized a lot, with the trajectory of his hand and foot movents perfectly aligning with standard actions, swimming like a dolphin in the water!
Many other guests were ordinary swimrs escaping the sumr heat. Although they did not understand complex swimming techniques, they could scarcely distinguish between excellent and ordinary swimrs.
"How did he suddenly get so much faster?"
"Was he warming up before?"
"Bullshit, who swims two kiloters straight for warm-up? Not even in triathlons are they that long."
...
Feeling the newfound techniques in his mind, Wang Ye showed a slight smile but did not halt his swimming; instead, he continued cruising in the pool, improving his skill level.
Like Running and Walking, Swimming is also a versatile skill, playing a significant role everywhere.
Even when he travels to the wild in the future and encounters obstructing lakes, rivers, or seas, the Swimming skill will greatly enhance his efficiency.
Wang Ye maintained this speed, continuing to train in the pool for three kiloters.
Only then did he start to feel a noticeable tiredness in his body.
anwhile, by now, the spectators had beco accustod to his display.
Most had already concluded that Wang Ye surely was a professional swimr.
Wang Ye climbed ashore using the pool’s ladder and sat on the bench, breathing heavily.
Beads of sweat or pool water continuously dripped along his chiseled jaw onto the ground.
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