Chapter 630: Chapter 616: The Early Bird Catches the Worm
Early morning rain had just stopped, breaking the usual gloom; today was a rare sunny day. The sun burst out of the clouds’ embrace, and the sunshine reflecting through the branches wove into golden strands, stringing the raindrops into amber beads.
On the open ground, a group of fourteen or fifteen-year-old teenagers, wearing shorts, ran passionately across the square with bare backs.
Boy Scouts.
To be precise, all these children are orphans of the apocalypse. In the face of this turbulent disaster, they lost their closest kin, surviving alone.
Among thousands of orphans, a total of three hundred and sixty succeeded after numerous screenings.
Although nearly a third of these children awakened successfully, in this special training, they could not use any energy. They must train entirely with their bodies.
The strength, speed, agility, and flexibility of the body need to be enhanced to achieve perfect coordination.
To do a good job, one must first sharpen their tools.
With a perfect body, they would then train in attack, killing, and other techniques.
Chen Feng believed in a saying: the so-called limit is only personal; in truth, there are no limits.
The best full-body training method is proper running, but if the speed is too fast, it won’t have the effect of surpassing limits, only muscle memory.
Straight runs, side runs, accelerations, decelerations. These are the appetizers of extreme training for these teenagers during their day.
"It’s not enough!" a cold voice echoed in the heart.
The more experience Chen Feng had, the clearer he realized his strength was still insufficient. Adults’ bodies were fixed; even professionals couldn’t change their responsiveness and function. Thus, Chen Feng needed to create a true Boy Scout force.
These teenagers’ ages ranged between thirteen and fifteen years old. After layers of selection, their talents had been affirmed, and now Chen Feng aimed to exhaust their stamina, to fully excavate the potential within their bodies.
The teenagers bit their lips, constantly changing pace, whether suddenly slowing down, shifting sides swiftly, or making a courageous sprint.
While running is ordinary, it’s an excellent method for developing bodily coordination and flexibility. The four running postures were created by Chen Feng to train them for fighting others, reasonably using footwork in tiny environments—in short, how to avoid attacks and counteract quickly.
The square was large, and one loop was a kilometer. The teenagers had been training since Weiwei dawn, continuously running ten laps—ten kilometers—until morning.
For any healthy individual, perhaps gritting their teeth over ten kilometers isn’t unimaginable. But let’s not forget, these people maintained four postures during training, consuming considerable stamina with each acceleration followed by immediate deceleration.
After two more hours, they completed the target set by Chen Feng, running twenty laps around the square.
The teenagers stood wearily on the ground; at this moment, they could no longer move, especially their legs felt sore to the point they could barely sense them, nearly numb.
Most of them panted, desperately breathing in the fresh air. Their shorts were soaked with sweat like they’d just been fished from a river; merely standing there for a moment would form a small puddle underfoot. Despite feeling exhausted, they knew they couldn’t rest, as the day’s exercise had only just begun. With their legs temporarily inactive, didn’t they still have their hands?
After resting briefly, they started the next set of exercises.
"Heh!" with a loud shout, the teenagers quickly moved up and down, within a blink, they’d already done forty or fifty reps.
And this was only the beginning.
The most fundamental training item.
Push-ups.
Like running, push-up training varied similarly.
Quickly doing them fostered explosive power.
The recent running mainly involved the legs, yet after several hours of continuous training, it inevitably strained their stamina. Bearing the blood feud on each of them, their family either bitten by insects, zombies, or monsters, or assault victims due to their weakness.
Though only teenagers, they’d already experienced life’s ups and downs. Their dispositions had transformed, becoming a group of avengers.
After layers of selection, not just physical fitness but character was part of the assessment. Undoubtedly, these victors, chosen from thousands of orphans, all possessed an indomitable spirit.
No one was willing to fall behind.
Because Chen Feng had clearly told them from the start, those who stand out after three years of training would become the next backbone of the city’s army!
Their parents were dead; regardless of the family’s previous status now all vanished. As ordinary individuals, with no background, no backing, and no awakening success, this was their only channel for advancement!
To win is like a carp leaping through the dragon gate, starting a new life’s Chapter.
To fail, beaten into dust, only capable of doing hard labor to make a living or joining the army starting as the most basic warrior!
A thousand!
This was the rule Chen Feng set!
These children went through two energy storms. Even as ordinary people, due to long-term energy ingestion, their strength multiplied compared to before.
Though a thousand seems daunting, it’s within what they can endure as limits.
"Heh!" Suddenly a low shout, as they forced their waist and rose up.
"Heh!" Another shout, and they rose again.
With each shout, they continually squeezed out every ounce of strength hidden deep in their arms, and the waist gradually heated up. A surge of power erupted from the muscle’s depths. Just like that, to prevent themselves from falling to dust—in almost a miraculous turn—with their final shout, they all completed the task.
In the evening, the sunset gradually occupied the sky, fiery clouds bloomed beautifully like flowers in the sky.
With the distant meal bell ringing, indicating the conclusion to a day’s training.
After countless sweat sessions and repeated floor exercises, these teenagers resembled beings just emerging from dung hills. Their appearance was hard to discern, yet their eyes, exposed naked outside, were still filled with excitement and determination.
The clumsy bird must learn to fly first.
Although life seemed quite monotonous and painful now, there’ll come a day when they truly break out, becoming butterflies. Only then will they understand, all the blood and sweat shed will repay them with multiplied returns.
Such is life: without pushing oneself, how could one know the furthest one could reach?!
