By now, the training room had long since been cleared out, and all kinds of testing equipment had been properly prepared. Meanwhile, people kept coming from afar to watch the spectacle.
Experts and professors from all walks of life could be seen throughout the crowd, each extremely curious to know just how far Zhang Zhaoyang had grown.
“Let’s Prepare to begin.”
Kong Ji held a small notebook for recording various physical data.
“All right!”
Knowing that everyone was eager to begin, Zhang Zhaoyang did not waste any Time and started with the Strength Test.
The original punching power testing machine had long since become insufficient, so a barbell designed specifically for weightlifting had been placed directly at the scene.
Red plates weighing up to 25 kilograms nearly filled the entire bar, bringing its total weight to 1,000 kilograms.
That was still not enough; another barbell of the same weight stood beside it.
A total weight of 2,000 kilograms!
That was countless times higher than any World weightlifting record!
Kong Ji stepped forward. He had originally wanted to secretly Test his current Strength, but with everyone watching, he suppressed the urge.
“First, we’ll Test your Strength in the White Mist-enhanced state. One thousand kilograms. Begin!”
“Sure.”
Zhang Zhaoyang grabbed a handful of magnesium powder with both hands and clapped them together. Then he tried lifting one of the barbells.
Almost effortlessly, he lifted the 1,000-kilogram barbell with ease, his expression remaining as calm as usual.
Kong Ji asked, “How is it? Do you feel any strain?”
“Almost none at all.”
Zhang Zhaoyang thought for a moment. Then, amid the astonished cries of everyone present, he lowered one hand and held the 1,000-kilogram barbell with a single hand. On a whim, he even swung it around once in the air with that one hand.
“It’s too light!”
The White Mist that had just accumulated within his body circulated along the path of the Cultivation Method. Zhang Zhaoyang simply raised the barbell with one hand, squatted down, and grabbed the similarly loaded barbell beside him with his other hand.
A weight of two tons was held lightly in his hands, and he did not look as though he was exerting any Strength at all.
The scene erupted in an uproar.
Weightlifting was different from throwing punches.
If Zhang Zhaoyang could lift one ton overhead with a single hand, then converting that Strength into a punch would make it even more powerful.
“Can we add more?”
“We can!”
Zhang Zhaoyang nodded.
Kong Ji immediately had two more one-ton barbells prepared.
Zhang Zhaoyang did not delay either. He spread his palms into a crossed shape and grabbed two bars with one hand each.
Then he suddenly exerted his Strength.
The four-ton weight was effortlessly lifted into the air!
“Four tons!”
The scene had already fallen completely silent, stunned by this inhuman Strength. Even Kong Ji felt his throat grow somewhat dry.
His Cultivation Power was more than a hundred times that of Zhang Zhaoyang.
Converted accordingly, wouldn’t that be 400 tons?
It was difficult to say whether this figure was entirely accurate. After all, there was no precise data on the proportion by which the White Mist enhanced a person’s body. Even if the figure were halved, however, it would still be astonishing.
Moreover, judging from Zhang Zhaoyang’s current condition, four tons was still far from his Limit.
Boom!
The four-ton barbell struck the ground with a dull thud. Zhang Zhaoyang rotated his wrists and described how he felt: “It’s a little strenuous, but I should still be below my Limit.”
“What about White Mist Consumption?”
“I can still maintain it.”
“Then let’s record four tons for now.”
After looking at the ground, where there were no heavier weights left, and considering that Zhang Zhaoyang had only two hands and could not lift any more barbells, Kong Ji simply recorded four tons.
“All right.”
“Next, we’ll Test the one-hundred-meter dash.”
The track was quickly cleared, and Zhang Zhaoyang stood before the white line.
Before this, his best one-hundred-meter speed record had been six seconds, making him the fastest person in the entire Base.
But this time, the six-second record would probably be easily broken.
Slowly closing his eyes, Zhang Zhaoyang fully Mobilized the surging White Mist Energy within his body. He suddenly opened his eyes and stepped forward.
A strong wind instantly swept across the track.
Everyone saw only a Figure cross the one hundred meters in an instant. Immediately afterward, numbers lit up on the timer at the end of the track.
“One hundred meters, 2.091!”
The entire scene erupted!
“Holy crap!”
“Holy crap!”
“That’s not Human!”
The onlookers could no longer contain themselves, and all kinds of profanity spilled from their mouths.
There was no helping it. Under a speed of two seconds, every word seemed inadequate. At that moment, only “holy crap” seemed able to most accurately express the excitement surging uncontrollably through their hearts.
A one-hundred-meter speed approaching two seconds meant an hourly speed of 180 kilometers—already fast enough to catch up with a high-speed train!
At this speed, if Zhang Zhaoyang ran on Domestic highways, he would be caught on camera and slapped with several speeding tickets!
“How do you feel?”
Kong Ji hurried over.
Zhang Zhaoyang was panting heavily, his face flushed red. It took quite a while before he recovered.
“The White Mist and Physical Strength were both severely depleted. However, that was my Limit speed just now. If I slow down, I should be able to continue for longer. As for my normal speed, one hundred kilometers per hour should not be a problem and ought to be sustainable. ”
“Then 2.091 really was your Limit.”
Kong Ji wrote down the Time.
“Mm.”
After his Breathing had completely steadied, Zhang Zhaoyang said, “Let’s continue. In the Limit state, the amount of White Mist should still last for several more attempts.”
Ten Minutes later.
Zhang Zhaoyang’s physical fitness testing was completely finished.
Kong Ji scanned the form in his hands. Looking at each astonishing figure, he could not help but marvel.
White Mist state: weightlifting, 4 tons; one hundred meters, 2.091 seconds; high jump, 11 meters; standing long jump, 14 meters; 400 meters, 13.125 seconds; 1 kilometer, 31.13 seconds; fastest push-up rate, 300 per minute.
Non-White Mist state: weightlifting, 3.125 tons; one hundred meters, 4.13 seconds; high jump, 6 meters; long jump, 8.95 meters; 400 meters, 26.563 seconds; 1 kilometer, 1 minute 36.45 seconds; 5 kilometers, 6 minutes 12.73 seconds.
With each figure displayed before them, it was immediately obvious that these were not achievements Humans could accomplish.
It was only because the White Mist was consumed too quickly outside that several long-distance events had not yet been Tested. Otherwise, a few more entries would have been added to the table.
Looking at these figures and thinking of the Strength he now possessed, Kong Ji found it difficult to calm his heart.
He could not help exclaiming, “I feel that even the title of Strongest Human is no longer suitable for you. You can no longer be considered Human. You should be called a humanoid mecha. If your current physical data were released, everyone would probably think you were the latest high-Tech robot developed by our country.”
“A robot is nothing special either.” Zhang Zhaoyang removed his shirt, which was already soaked through with sweat, and changed into a fresh one. “The Zhou Tian Chun Yang Gong is only at its first stage. If I continue Cultivating Techniques in the future, my body will become even stronger. If I can break through the Ren and Du Meridians, it will be even more remarkable.”
“Unfortunately, I have a premonition that I must recuperate and recover for a short period. At the very least, I cannot continue practicing for three days, or I will instead damage my body.”
When he had attempted to break through the Ren and Du Meridians, his injuries had not actually been serious, and he had recovered quickly.
However, while practicing the Zhou Tian Chun Yang Gong, the scorching Energy formed when the White Mist was stimulated by Visualization of the Sun would injure his body. He had to recuperate for several days before he could continue practicing.
This condition was not something Kong Ji had written in the Cultivation Method. Rather, it was something he had personally experienced while Cultivating Techniques.
However, after receiving this feedback, Kong Ji had also gained a comprehensive understanding of this Self-created Cultivation Method and knew that Zhang Zhaoyang was not lying.
“Then wait until you’ve recovered before discussing it. There’s no need to be too impatient.”