Fitness Test

Watching Fang Cheng do push-up after push-up without stopping, Xu Maocai's expression kept shifting.

At first, he had been extremely unwilling to let such a capable man under him neglect his proper work to go off and do some nonsense as a sparring partner.

But after learning Fang Cheng's true purpose, his attitude had changed somewhat.

At that moment, his feelings were complicated.

He both hoped this always diligent, polite kid could get what he wanted, and held a faint thought of hoping he would fail.

Though from how things looked right now, Fang Cheng was performing fairly well.

But being a sparring partner was not as simple as doing a few push-ups. What he would have to face were professional fighters whose fists and feet were heavy in the ring.

With that frail little body of his, Xu Maocai feared the money he earned might not even be enough to pay his own medical bills.

"Young people always don't know how high the sky is..."

Xu Maocai sighed to himself.

If this test screened Fang Cheng out this time and made him settle down completely, perhaps that would be a good thing for him.

As for Fang Cheng raising the surgical fee to treat his maternal grandfather's illness, Xu Maocai did have some savings of his own and could offer what little help he could...

While his mind was wandering, a faint wave of gasps suddenly rose around him.

Xu Maocai instantly came back to his senses and looked over with wide eyes.

He saw the number "101" displayed clearly on the electronic display screen of the counter.

Without anyone realizing it, the number of push-ups Fang Cheng had done had actually already exceeded 100.

And the number was still continuing to jump, accumulating upward.

"102."

"103."

"104."

"..."

A young man with a frail-looking build doing 100 push-ups in a row.

This scene was enough to make the students watching nearby gasp in amazement, clicking their tongues and admiring him endlessly.

After all, when they usually trained fitness in class, they only did 15 to 20 per set, and finished after five sets.

Being able to do more than 50 in a single set was already enough to be called elite student level, at least in terms of stamina.

Let alone as many as 100!

On the floor, Fang Cheng was still continuing to repeat the motion of bending his arms and lowering himself, then straightening his arms again.

Off the floor, someone began counting quietly for him.

"118."

"119."

"120."

"..."

The coaches also began to feel surprised.

This push-ups assessment actually had no fixed standard.

It mainly tested a person's stamina limit and cardiopulmonary health.

For someone with a heavier body weight, 80 to 100 was about enough.

For someone with a lighter body weight, being able to do around 100 to 130 also fully met the requirements.

In the entire club, including all students, sparring partners, and fighters, the highest record holder's result was 219.

So with Fang Cheng's physique, being able to reach this level could already be said to have far exceeded expectations.

However, seeing that Fang Cheng's rhythm was steady and his form had yet to break down, they closed their mouths and did not speak up to stop him.

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

Gasps of surprise rose one after another all around.

The students waiting for class or practicing basic skills all gathered over to watch someone challenge the push-up record.

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

Their eyes were wide, their mouths hanging open, their expressions especially taken aback.

Although they often saw Fang Cheng working out alone, they truly had not expected him to be hiding his ability so deeply.

While shocked in their hearts, they could not help feeling a little glad.

Fortunately, they had never had any friction or conflict with Fang Cheng.

Otherwise, for someone like him with Qilin Arms, wouldn't beating up three people at once be a piece of cake?

The numbers ticking upward on the counter showed that he soon passed the 150 checkpoint.

Then they kept climbing, pressing on toward the major milestone of 200.

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

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

One, then another, then another.

They were accompanied by long, even breathing, rich with rhythm.

The emotions of the onlookers were stirred up, and more and more people began counting along.

Even a few professional athletes came over with interest to watch the excitement.

Watching Fang Cheng look as if he simply could not stop, they admired him, but could not help growing suspicious too.

There was no way this guy was on something, right?

Waves of noise surged over him.

Fang Cheng had activated the Focus Skill, so he felt none of it. Instead, a certain exhilaration rose in his heart.

Half a month ago.

Even doing just twenty push-ups had required every ounce of strength he could muster, and thirty had already been his limit.

But now.

One hundred and fifty push-ups had been completed smoothly and effortlessly.

If word got out about this rate of progress, probably no one would dare believe it.

The function of the panel was precisely to ensure that none of his workouts went to waste, that every drop of sweat forged a body that kept growing stronger.

The difficult pass that had once seemed like a natural chasm was now as insignificant as a little ditch.

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

According to the Daily Training plan, 150 standard push-ups were only equivalent to roughly 60 Tiger Pounce Push-Ups.

It really could only be counted as a warm-up exercise.

"190."

He completed another standard movement.

Fang Cheng took a deep breath, and his arms felt faintly sore and numb.

But it was still within a controllable range.

Since the coach had not called for a stop, then he might as well keep going.

Maybe today, I can challenge my own limits!

At that thought, Fang Cheng's gaze burned hot, and his fighting spirit ignited.

He completely forgot about the assessment task and once again threw his entire body and mind into training.

And at this very moment, the surroundings had long since erupted.

"He's past 200!"

"Seriously impressive. His hands aren't even shaking at all. It looks like he can still keep going."

"219, and he only used five minutes. He's already broken our club's record of more than ten years!"

"Whoa, 220! He's actually still doing them!"

Everyone's eyes were wide.

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

Just as the number displayed on the counter jumped to "250," and the surrounding crowd shouted that count in unison—

Suddenly, a loud voice rang out, drowning out the boiling scene.

"All right, that's enough!"

The voice was like a basin of cold water poured over them, causing everyone's emotions to drop from their peak in an instant.

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

He raised his head and glanced at Xu Maocai, who had spoken.

Then he looked toward the chief examiner, Coach Shen of the Karate Department.

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

Hearing this, Fang Cheng sprang up with a bow step and stood straight again.

His expression was quite relaxed as he stretched his limbs.

Looking at the Prompt Information that emerged before his eyes, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.

Push-up EXP +15

So practicing the same skill over and over again also gave bonus experience once it reached a certain level!

At that moment, the noise around him still kept pouring in.

Although the audience had not had their fill, they were still discussing among themselves what event should be tested next.

"Is there even any need to keep testing?"

The other coaches looked at one another, seeming rather speechless.

Someone who could do 250 standard push-ups in one breath had no need to prove his stamina or health.

In the future, as long as he trained his defensive technique a little, he would be a first-rate "punching bag"!

If they did not hurry up and recruit such an outstanding talent, what exactly were they still hesitating over?

When everyone's eyes turned toward the chief examiner, Coach Shen from the Karate Department gave a cough and raised an objection.

"I think that, aside from abundant stamina, being a sparring partner requires passing one other extremely important assessment..."

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