Chapter 26 Physical Fitness Test

Xu Maochai's face kept changing as he watched Fang Cheng continuously doing push-ups.

At first, he was very reluctant to have his capable subordinate delay his work to do such a nonsense role as a sparring partner.

But when he learned of Fang Cheng's real purpose, his attitude changed somewhat.

Right now, he felt quite conflicted.

He hoped that this always diligent and polite kid could achieve his goal, but he also harbored a slight hope that he would fail.

Though at the moment, Fang Cheng seemed to be doing quite well.

But sparring was not as simple as doing a few push-ups; it involved facing professional fighters on the ring who hit really hard.

With his thin frame, he feared that the money earned would not even be enough to cover his own medical expenses.

"Young people are always overconfident..." Xu Maochai sighed inwardly.

Perhaps it would be a good thing for Fang Cheng if the assessment weeded him out and made him settle down completely.

As for the issue of Fang Cheng raising surgery funds for his grandfather's treatment, he himself had some savings that could offer a bit of help...

Lost in thought, suddenly a soft murmur of amazement rose around him.

Xu Maochai instantly snapped back to attention, widening his eyes to look.

On the electronic display of the counter, the number "101" stood out boldly.

Unconsciously, the number of push-ups Fang Cheng had done had already surpassed 100.

And that number was still ticking upwards, accumulating.

"102."

"103."

"104."

"..."

A young man with a seemingly frail figure was doing over 100 consecutive push-ups non-stop.

Such a sight was enough to amaze and deeply impress the onlookers—the fellow students around them.

Usually, during their fitness training classes, they would do sets of 15 to 20 push-ups, ending after 5 sets.

Being able to do over 50 push-ups in a row in one set was enough to be considered elite level in terms of physical strength.

Let alone 100!

On the floor, Fang Cheng continued to repeat the action of bending his arms to go down and then straightening them to rise.

Below, some people started whispering, counting for him quietly.

"118."

"119."

"120."

"..."

The coaches were also beginning to feel surprised.

There was actually no fixed standard for the push-up assessment.

It mainly tested the upper limit of a person's physical strength and cardiovascular health.

For someone heavier, doing 80 to 100 push-ups was about right.

For someone lighter, being able to do around 100 to 130 was completely within the requirements.

In the whole club, including all students, sparring partners, and fighters, the highest record holder had managed 219 push-ups.

So for someone with Fang Cheng's physique to reach this level, it was definitely beyond expectations.

But looking at Fang Cheng's steady rhythm, without any distortion in his movement,

They shut their mouths and did not call a stop.

Curious to see just how far this kid could go?

Sounds of surprise were rising here and there around them.

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

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

Their eyes were wide and mouths agape, their expressions utterly astonished.

Even though they often saw Fang Cheng exercising alone, they really hadn't expected him to be so exceptionally talented.

While being shocked, they couldn't help feeling a bit relieved.

Good thing they never had a conflict or clash with Fang Cheng.

Otherwise, with someone wielding the Kirin Arm like him, wouldn't it be a breeze to take on three at a time?

The number on the counter continued to climb, quickly passing the 150 mark.

Then, without a pause, it continued to march towards the 200 milestone.

On the floor, Fang Cheng's movements were still sturdy and sharp.

His arms showed no sign of trembling, nor did he stop to rest even for a moment.

One after another, then another.

Accompanied by long, even breathing sounds, rhythmically resonant.

The crowd watching was stirred up, with more and more people joining in the count.

Even a few professional players couldn't help but come over to enjoy the excitement.

Watching Fang Cheng show no signs of stopping, they admired him but couldn't help doubting.

Could this guy be on drugs?

Noise rose in waves, coming at them like the sea.

Fang Cheng activated his Concentration Skill, feeling completely unaffected by the noise; instead, a sense of exhilaration filled his heart.

Half a month ago.

He had to exert all his effort just to do 20 push-ups, and reaching 30 was his limit.

But now.

150 push-ups were easily achieved without a hitch.

If this rate of progress were to be told, perhaps no one would believe it.

The function of the panel was to ensure that every workout counted, every drop of sweat was forging a continuously strengthening body.

What once seemed like insurmountable barriers now looked like trivial ditches.

Fang Cheng's face was flushed, with fine beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

According to the daily training plan, 150 standard push-ups were equivalent to about 60 tiger push-ups.

It could indeed only be considered a warm-up exercise.

"190."

After completing another standard move.

Fang Cheng took a deep breath, feeling a slight tingling sensation in his arms.

But it was still within a controllable range.

Since Coach hadn't called a halt, he might as well keep going.

"Perhaps, today I can challenge my own limits!"

With this thought, Fang Cheng's eyes blazed with passion, his fighting spirit ignited.

He completely forgot about the assessment task and immersed himself wholly in training once again.

At this moment, the surrounding crowd had already reached a fever pitch.

"He's surpassed 200!"

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

"219, in just 5 minutes, he's already broken our club's record of many years!"

"Wow, 220, and he's still going!"

The audience's eyes were wide open.

All they wanted to see was where the limits of this ordinary-looking young man's body were.

Just as the counter displayed the number "250" and the crowd chanted the count together.

Suddenly, a loud voice rose above the tumultuous scene.

"Alright, that's enough!"

The voice was like a cold bucket of water, instantly bringing the audience's high spirits crashing down.

It also made Fang Cheng's arms pause, stopping him in his tracks.

He looked up to see Xu Maochai speaking.

Then he turned his gaze to the main examiner, Coach Shen of the karate department.

Coach Shen nodded and spoke in a deep voice:

"That's enough."

Upon hearing these words, Fang Cheng jumped up from a crouch and stood straight again.

He looked quite at ease, stretching his limbs.

Looking at the prompt that appeared in front of him, his lips curved up slightly.

[Push-Ups Experience +15]

So practicing the same skill continuously, after reaching a certain level, there's also experience bonus!

At this moment, the noise around him continued to flow non-stop.

The audience, not fully satisfied, began discussing what to test next.

"Do we still need to continue testing?"

The other coaches looked at each other, slightly speechless.

For someone who can do 250 standard push-ups in a row, their physical strength and fitness are without question.

With just a bit more training in defensive skills, he would be a great punching target!

Why hesitate to recruit such a talented individual right away?

When everyone's gaze turned to the main examiner.

But Coach Shen of the karate department coughed and raised an objection:

"I think, besides needing abundant physical strength as a sparring partner, there's also a very important condition that must be met for the evaluation..."

Upon hearing this, Fang Cheng's eyes flashed, watching Coach Shen closely.