After these stones were completely shattered into powder by him.
Wang Ye finally stopped.
He checked his watch.
It was already five in the afternoon.
Wang Ye tidied up the scene a bit and then sent the Hidden Weapons Pouch back ho.
He went to the side of the highway, ready to start his running training.
There were only eight days left until the Shenzhen Marathon.
Although his Running skill couldn’t undergo a qualitative change during this period, any improvent was worthwhile.
As long as he could break national or even world records, he would earn a hefty prize all at once. It’s said that for every second of record-breaking, such marathon events offer a prize of ten thousand yuan.
This ans if he breaks a hundred seconds, he would gain a million in cash.
Imdiate financial freedom overnight.
Therefore, improving his performance as much as possible before the race is the right path.
After warming up a bit, Wang Ye started running along the highway. He maintained a sowhat tiring pace but barely sustainable, continually pushing past his physical limits. Only at this intensity could his Skill Level improvent speed reach maximum efficiency.
Unlike other professional athletes.
Wang Ye’s running heart rate was exceptionally fast, peaking at around 230 beats per minute at the highest. No one else seems able to reach such a heart rate during aerobic exercise aside from Wang Ye.
Only a few sprinters might reach a heart rate of over 200 while running 100 ters.
But most can only maintain that heart rate for a few dozen seconds.
Whereas Wang Ye could stay in that heart rate range for almost an hour.
This shows how resilient his myocardium is.
While Wang Ye was cruising on the highway at this intensity.
Suddenly.
A team of road cyclists slowly caught up from behind, and upon discovering that Wang Ye could keep up with them by running, most of them showed extrely astonished expressions.
Cyclists are most sensitive to speed.
They were clearly maintaining a relatively fast riding speed, yet the man in front of them could still run at nearly the sa pace.
"He’s still in a long-distance run, right?"
"My speedoter is almost hitting 23 miles, can this guy run long distances this fast? Does he not care for his life?"
"Is this guy powered by a nuclear heart? Such terrifying power?"
"Is he even human?"
"No way, we must pass him!"
"It’s embarrassing if people hear that cyclists were outpaced by a runner!"
"Yes, let’s speed up and pass him! We can’t let them look down on us!"
"A re runner dares to compete with cyclists? Watch how I outpace him!"
Imdiately.
The team increased their cycling speed, gradually lifting from 20 miles to 25 miles.
They were about to surpass Wang Ye.
But not far ahead, Wang Ye suddenly curled his lips into a playful smile.
You could see his stride frequency increased again, lifting from 200 steps per minute to about 230 steps per minute. His speed also increased from the three-minute pace to around two-minute pace. His entire being seed to transform into a tiger or leopard chase hunting across the plains, his form vibrating with high-frequency movents as he sped rapidly on the open highway.
The words of the team behind him completely triggered his competitive spirit.
So, Wang Ye decided to compete with this team!
To show them what speed truly is!
At this ti, the leader of the team, a young man appearing about twenty-three or twenty-four years old,
furrowed his eyebrows under his glasses, "This is almost the speed of a hundred-ter sprint!"
"Is this guy trying to compete with us in speed?"
"Isn’t he getting tired?"
The young leader suddenly squinted his eyes, with a gleam of zeal in his pupils, "Xiao Ye, Xiao Wang, stay here, I’m going to ’race’ with him!"
Upon finishing his words, the leader’s pedaling frequency suddenly increased, and the bike speed was significantly boosted.
Shortly, he arrived at Wang Ye’s rear.
At this ti, Wang Ye had been maintaining a relatively extre pace for about three minutes, and his heart rate had stayed within the range of 230-240 beats per minute. His heart seed to transform into a steel furnace, continuously releasing astounding power.
This feeling of racing against others completely triggered his adrenaline, making him feel physically unprecedentedly vigorous.
Focused solely on accelerating, Wang Ye hadn’t realized that his Running skill’s Skill Level was currently advancing at over three tis the normal efficiency!
Subsequently, the young cyclist quickly arrived to Wang Ye’s left side, cocking his head, while his mouth twisted into a mocking grin.
"Bro, it’s just running, do you need to go this fast?"
Wang Ye’s heart was pounding like a drum, and his ears could no longer clearly hear external sounds.
He rely gave a sideways glance to the cyclist youth beside him, not speaking.
But this gesture from Wang Ye appeared to the young cyclist as though he was being sarcastic.
"Hmph, watch outpace you!" The youth again increased his pedaling frequency, his body crouched over the bike fra, a posture maximizing the reduction of frontal wind resistance to enhance his speed.
The bike’s speedoter broke through to 30 miles per hour. Translating to pace, that’s 2 minutes/km.
Wang Ye struggled to stay behind the bicycle.
His breathing was already rasping and harsh like a wheezy bellows.
His lungs felt torn with sharp pain.
This feeling of being physically pushed to the limit he hadn’t experienced for many days.
Wang Ye clenched his teeth, endured the muscular soreness and strain.
He didn’t further increase his speed but gritting his teeth maintained that two-minute pace, closely following the bicycle, using the wind-shadow created to decrease his own physical exertion.
Competing in peak speed obviously puts him at a disadvantage against the bicycle.
But competing in endurance, he might still have a slight chance of winning.
Wang Ye was actually quite unclear about why he insisted on competing in speed.
Yet this relentless competitive streak surged continuously within his mind, driving his body to start constantly secreting adrenaline. These invisible force and hormones then converted into seemingly endless stamina to sustain his extre speed.
At this very mont.
The leading cyclist who was creating the wind-shadow, was already panting heavily, seeing Venus stars.
Originally after riding with the team for dozens of kiloters, now after so sprint, his strength naturally was close to exhaustion and even overextended.
He felt as though his thighs were about to give out and his muscle was faintly showing signs of cramping.
"Why on earth am I acting so tough... That monster behind is way too terrifying..."
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