Chapter 26: Physical Fitness Test

Watching Fang Cheng perform continuous push-ups, Xu Maocai's expression shifted incessantly.

Originally, he had been very reluctant to have one of his capable generals neglect his primary duties to act as some kind of sparring partner for a whim.

However, his attitude had changed once he learned of Fang Cheng's true purpose.

At this moment, his emotions were deeply conflicted.

He both hoped that this habitually diligent and polite boy could achieve his heart's desire, and yet, he harbored a slight, lingering thought of hoping the boy would fail.

Though, for the time being, Fang Cheng's performance seemed quite decent.

But being a sparring partner was not as simple as doing a few push-ups; it meant facing professional fighters with heavy strikes in the ring.

With that frail-looking frame, he was likely afraid the money he earned wouldn't even cover his own medical bills.

"Young people are always so ignorant of the world's vastness..."

Xu Maocai sighed inwardly.

If this assessment filtered Fang Cheng out and allowed him to truly settle his mind, perhaps it would be a good thing for him.

As for the issue of Fang Cheng raising surgery fees for his grandfather, Xu Maocai still had some savings and could offer a modest amount of help...

In his moment of distraction, a faint wave of gasps suddenly erupted from the surroundings.

Xu Maocai snapped back to his senses immediately and widened his eyes to look.

On the electronic display of the counter, the number "101" was prominently displayed.

Without realizing it, Fang Cheng's push-up count had actually exceeded 100.

Moreover, the digits continued to jump, accumulating upward.

"102."

"103."

"104."

"..."

A young man with a seemingly thin build, performing continuous push-ups past the 100 mark.

This sight was enough to leave the surrounding trainees in awe and admiration.

One had to realize that during their usual physical training sessions, they would only do one set of 15 to 20 reps and finish after five sets.

To be able to do more than 50 consecutive reps in a single set would place one at least at the level of an elite trainee in terms of physical strength.

Let alone 100!

On the floor, Fang Cheng continued the repetitive motion of lowering his body by bending his arms and then straightening them again.

Below the floor, people began to murmur softly, counting for him.

"118."

"119."

"120."

"..."

The coaches also began to feel surprised.

The push-up assessment actually had no fixed standard.

It primarily tested a person's physical limit and cardiovascular health.

For those with larger body weights, doing 80 to 100 was sufficient.

For those with lighter weights, being able to do around 100 to 130 also fully met the requirements.

In the entire club, including all trainees, sparring partners, and fighters, the record holder's score was 237.

Therefore, for someone with Fang Cheng's physique to reach this level could be said to have far exceeded expectations.

However, seeing that Fang Cheng's rhythm remained steady and his form had not yet deformed, they kept their mouths shut and did not call for a stop.

They wanted to see just how far this kid could go.

Gasps of surprise rose and fell around them.

Trainees waiting for class or practicing basic skills all gathered around to watch someone challenge the push-up record.

Chen Xiaohai and several colleagues from the logistics department also stood in the crowd.

Their eyes were wide, their mouths agape, and their expressions were exceptionally stunned.

Although they often saw Fang Cheng working out alone, they truly hadn't expected him to be such a dark horse.

While feeling shocked, they couldn't help but feel a sense of relief.

It was a good thing they hadn't had any conflicts or friction with Fang Cheng.

Otherwise, with a guy possessing "Kirin arms" like this, wouldn't beating up three people at once be easy?

The jumping numbers on the counter quickly surpassed the 150 mark.

Then, they continued to press forward toward the 200 milestone.

On the floor, Fang Cheng's movements remained steady and crisp.

There was no sign of trembling in his arms, nor did he stop to rest for even a moment.

One, then another, then another.

Accompanied by long, even breaths, it was highly rhythmic.

The emotions of the onlookers were stirred, and more and more people began to count along.

Even several professional fighters came over out of curiosity to watch the spectacle.

Watching Fang Cheng's seemingly unstoppable state, they felt admiration, but they also couldn't help but feel suspicious.

Could this guy be on drugs?

The clamor came in waves, surging like the tide.

Fang Cheng had activated his Focus skill; he felt nothing of it, and instead felt a sense of exhilaration in his heart.

Half a month ago, even doing 20 push-ups required him to use every ounce of strength he had, and 30 was his limit.

But now, 150 push-ups were achieved with ease.

If one were to tell people about this rate of progress, no one would believe it.

The function of the Panel was precisely to ensure that none of his training went to waste, and that every drop of sweat was forging a body that grew stronger continuously.

Obstacles that were once like insurmountable chasms were now as insignificant as small ditches.

Fang Cheng's face was flushed, and fine beads of sweat were seeping from his forehead.

According to his daily training plan, 150 standard push-ups were roughly equivalent to about 60 "slap" push-ups.

It truly could only be considered a warm-up.

"190."

Completing another standard rep, Fang Cheng took a deep breath. His arms felt slightly numb and sore.

However, it was still within a controllable range.

Since the coach hadn't called a stop, he would just keep going.

"Perhaps, I can challenge my limit today!"

At this thought, Fang Cheng's eyes burned with intensity as his fighting spirit ignited.

Completely forgetting the assessment task, he threw himself back into the training with his whole heart.

By this time, the surroundings were already in a frenzy.

"He's passed 200!"

"Incredible, I see his hands aren't even shaking; it looks like he can keep going."

"237... he broke our club's decade-old record in just five minutes!"

"Wow, 240! He's actually still doing them!"

Everyone's eyes were wide.

They only wanted to see where the physical limit of this ordinary-looking young man truly lay.

Just as the number on the counter jumped to "250" and the crowd shouted the number in unison, a loud, booming voice suddenly rang out, drowning out the boisterous scene.

"Alright, that's enough. You can stop!"

This voice was like a bucket of cold water, causing the crowd's emotions to plummet instantly.

It also caused Fang Cheng's arms to pause as he stopped.

He looked up, glanced at the speaking Xu Maocai, and then looked toward the chief examiner, Coach Shen from the Karate department.

Coach Shen nodded and said in a heavy voice, "That's enough."

Hearing this, Fang Cheng leaped up into a lunge and stood straight again.

His demeanor was quite relaxed as he stretched his limbs.

As the prompt information appeared before his eyes, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

[Push-up Experience +15]

So, practicing the same skill continuously for a certain period did indeed provide an experience bonus!

At this moment, the surrounding noise continued.

Although the spectators hadn't fully had their fill, they were still discussing what the next test item would be.

"Is there even a need for further testing?"

The other coaches looked at each other, somewhat speechless.

To be able to do 250 standard push-ups in one go, his physical strength and health were beyond question.

In the future, he would only need a little training in defensive techniques to become a top-tier "punching bag"!

What were they hesitating for, not quickly recruiting such an excellent talent?

As everyone's gaze turned toward the chief examiner, Coach Shen of the Karate department cleared his throat and raised an objection

"I believe that besides having abundant physical strength, there is another very important assessment a sparring partner must pass..."

Fang Cheng's eyes flashed upon hearing this as he fixed his gaze on Coach Shen.

(End of Chapter)