Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups
Chapter 515 - 302: Running Skill Upgrade, Special Effect "Strong Wind"!

Chapter 515: Chapter 302: Running Skill Upgrade, Special Effect "Strong Wind"!

Early morning.

The room was unlit, enveloped in a gloomy dimness.

The digits on the digital clock on the table silently jumped to 6:00.

In the corner, the television screen flickered with a faint phosphorescence, the news broadcaster’s slightly somber voice echoed in the silence:

"According to the Central Meteorological Observatory’s forecast, from March 12 to 14, affected by the interplay of cold and warm air currents, there will be widespread heavy rainfall in southern and southeastern China."

"In some areas there will be severe thunderstorms and possibly short-term storms, strong winds, hail, etc. Please be mindful of travel safety and try to avoid unnecessary outings..."

The floor gave off a slight but rhythmic "creaking" sound.

A girl’s silhouette appeared in the living room, sitting in a wheelchair, struggling to push the wheel rim, slowly moving to the window.

She reached out with pale fingers, cautiously pulling open a crack in the heavy curtains.

Outside the window, was a world being torn apart by violent forces.

The sky and sea merged into a chaos of gray and black, the boundaries blurred.

Pounding raindrops hit feverishly, forming a dense curtain of rain that fractured distant city buildings, as if they could be submerged at any time.

The once bustling coastal highway was now deserted.

Only turbulent murky waves occasionally leapt over the embankment, lashing the roadway.

The girl had exceptionally beautiful eyes, yet they appeared somewhat dull, like gemstones covered in dust.

Her face was so fair it was almost transparent, bearing a numbness and fatigue incongruous with her age.

She just watched quietly, seemingly accustomed to such oppressive scenes.

Suddenly, her pupils contracted slightly, then expanded rapidly, gleaming.

On the beach ravaged by storm and rain, where it was almost impossible to see anything.

She vaguely... caught sight of an extremely faint, extremely fast human figure.

Someone was running... in this weather that could almost destroy everything?

The girl rubbed her eyes, doubtful whether she was hallucinating because of being in the dim room for too long.

.........

At this moment, Qingshui Bay’s beach.

The strong wind gathered clouds, roaring in the sky like an enraged beast.

The waves were thoroughly enraged, transforming into meter-high walls of water, crashing at the beach with thunderous force.

Amid the continuous roar, it felt like the earth was trembling.

The beach, under the pounding rain and waves, had already turned into a muddy swamp.

And amid this domain ravaged by nature’s might.

A solitary figure, like an arrow shot from a bowstring, pierced through layers of rain, running at an astonishing speed.

Big raindrops pounded densely on his gleaming head, skidding swiftly down his resolute face.

Mixing with the sweat seeping from his neck and chest, leaving him soaked, indistinguishable from each other.

"Hoo–ha—"

Fang Cheng took a deep breath, wiped his face, shaking off rain and sweat obstructing his sight.

His footwork was unwavering, filled with rhythm.

He was bare-chested, wearing only a pair of tight black sports shorts.

Bronze skin reflected a faint sheen under the rain, each muscle seemed to contain terrifying explosive power.

The approaching gale, carrying suffocating oppression, seemed like an invisible thick wall, blocking every step forward.

In such harsh conditions, if one’s body were not sturdy enough, forget running, one might be directly blown over.

Each breath felt more like forcibly inhaling the cold rainwater mixed with salty mud into the lungs, bringing stabbing cold and burning pain.

Yet Fang Cheng was long accustomed to the physical trials under extreme conditions.

The Breathing Technique quietly operated within him, his chest rhythmically rising and falling.

Soon it adjusted, shielding from the storm’s ravages, only absorbing the thin oxygen in the air.

His breath began to steady and lengthen.

Yet underfoot the "track" turned into a swamp, each step sank deep, splashing murky water.

This morning’s run was multiple times harder than any before.

Calf muscles and core muscles must always remain highly tense to maintain body balance with diminished friction, avoiding missteps, slips, and unleashing sufficient forward drive.

However, all sorts of dilemmas enough to deter ordinary people.

In Fang Cheng’s heart were akin to catalysts, igniting the most primal desire and savage fighting spirit deep inside.

Rather than fear, he ran faster, more excited as he ran!

Raising his left arm, Fang Cheng glanced at his sports watch screen, the digits on it jumping.

15.98 meters per second.

This instantaneous speed had already surpassed the record set by the greatest sprinter in human history during their peak.

Remember, the legendary athlete dubbed "Lightning" had a best 100 meters record of 9.58 seconds.

Converted, the average speed was approximately 10.44 meters per second, while the sprint phase was 12.3 meters per second, equivalent to roughly 45 kilometers per hour.

That was the pinnacle of human physical prowess and speed in sports competitions, a peak pursued by countless athletes their entire lives.

But, that was only the peak of ordinary humans.

Far from the true limits humanity should reach...

Fang Cheng’s eyes looked ahead, suddenly shooting two bright beams, piercing the dense rain curtain.

Then he took a deep breath, his chest swelling.