Chapter 521: Chapter 356: Lifting a Tank Barehanded (Part 2)
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Finally.
Three minutes later, Wang Ye’s speed gradually began to slow down.
His lap speed rapidly decreased from one lap every 0.8 seconds to one lap every two seconds.
And then within ten seconds, it dropped to the speed of an average runner.
He gradually came to a stop.
The doctor responsible for data collection immediately pressed the stopwatch.
"Three minutes and twelve seconds... two hundred and nine laps!!!"
He almost shouted out the test data in astonishment.
Because this data was simply too staggering.
Two hundred and nine laps, that was eighty-three kilometers, equivalent to two full marathons!
Even the most elite marathon runners nowadays would take over two to almost three hours to finish that,
but Wang Ye completed it in just three minutes!
The surrounding officers, upon hearing this, turned pale.
This test data was truly beyond all their expectations.
In their eyes, Wang Ye was now like a ticking time bomb that could explode at any moment.
As soon as Wang Ye wished, all of them could instantly become a line of corpses.
This feeling of despair filled the hearts of everyone present.
At this moment, most of them could clearly see the current state of Wang Ye’s body.
His clothes were tattered and torn from long exposure to the wind and sand in the air, and the heat from the friction almost burned them, but the skin beneath was largely undamaged due to the protection from Gang Qi.
However, his muscles appeared unusually red, bulkier than usual, exaggerated even compared to fitness buffs in a pumped state. Meanwhile, steam continuously wafted from Wang Ye’s body, erupting from his pores. Ordinary people would likely be scalded if they got close, as it must have exceeded one hundred degrees Celsius.
Furthermore, Wang Ye’s feet, after long periods of high-frequency friction, had become a bloody mess beyond recognition. His leg muscle fibers had been so heavily damaged during the movement that they were nearly shattered, no longer full as before, but rather horrifyingly sunken.
Yet, even with such severe injuries, they had no doubt Wang Ye could single-handedly kill all of them.
Just as all the officers became somber in their expressions.
An even more astonishing scene unfolded.
Wang Ye’s battered muscles and skin began to rapidly heal, recovering at a speed faster than Wolverine in the movies, growing new skin and muscle fibers.
In just an instant, the bleeding wounds turned into a patch of fair skin, the previously near-broken legs suddenly became as sturdy as a strong tiger’s.
Such severe injuries healed completely in merely five seconds?!
Remember, it takes a hundred days to heal a broken bone, and Wang Ye’s injuries were far more than just broken bones. Merely what was visible to the naked eye included multiple ligament tears and bone fractures in over five spots, alongside many torn muscle fibers. For most ordinary people, these injuries would be fatal, and full recovery might never happen in a lifetime. Even if they managed to recover through medical means, they’d be left with severe aftereffects, spending the rest of their lives in suffering. But such severe injuries took Wang Ye only five seconds to recover from.
Wang Ye stretched his arms, elongating his spine and scapula, emitting cracking sounds.
"Alright, let’s proceed to the second test." His tone appeared very calm, as if the intense test just now was merely child’s play for him.
"Are you... sure you don’t need to recover a bit more?" the doctor probed, although superficially Wang Ye’s injuries had already healed, but his stamina should have been severely drained, not what it used to be.
For most people, post-surgery on a fracture, even if their bones recover, they’d feel weak for half a year because bone recovery consumes a significant amount of the body’s essential energy, leaving one’s spirit less than vibrant for quite some time afterward.
The doctor knew this well,
so he believed that after completing the speed test,
Wang Ye should rest for at least a night,
before undertaking the second strength test,
otherwise, the severely depleted stamina might prevent him from exerting full power during the strength test.
Upon hearing this, Wang Ye decisively shook his head:
"No need to waste time, arrange the test directly. I’m not tired yet."
The doctor and the officers behind him were dumbfounded.
Is he serious?
Wang Ye maintained supersonic running for three minutes with multiple severe injuries to his body, and he claims he’s not tired?! Even if his stamina and energy aren’t completely drained, after such intense running and recovery, the energy and nutrients in his body should be depleted, requiring at least a bit of food replenishment, right?
But Wang Ye showed no signs of fatigue, even asking to proceed with the strength test. What on earth is Wang Ye’s body made of? Can it be that his energy is inexhaustible?
If this is the case, humanity might no longer need to study controlled nuclear fusion when Wang Ye’s body is essentially an infinite energy source...
Noticing the peculiar gazes around him, Wang Ye offered no explanation. Only he understood that he was continuously absorbing Stellar Energy, making energy depletion an almost impossible event for him, possibly just severe exhaustion leading to multiple bodily dysfunctions.
Yet running at supersonic speed for merely three minutes was barely considered a drain in his eyes.
The doctor remained silent for over ten seconds before replying:
"Alright... alright. Then please rest for a while on the side while we prepare the items for the next test."
"Sure." Wang Ye nodded but didn’t sit on the side to rest, instead wandering around aimlessly.
Unlike Wang Ye’s leisure, the doctor and officers responsible for arranging the test were in deep trouble,
given Wang Ye’s capability level, what could possibly test his strength?
Barbells were certainly insufficient, as the heaviest ones currently available don’t even weigh a ton; they remembered Wang Ye posted a video of a one-ton deadlift online months ago.
So one ton was certainly not Wang Ye’s strength limit, needing heavier items to push Wang Ye’s strength to its limits.
Despite the military often engaged in training, it primarily focused on bodyweight exercises, having few weight-lifting projects, leaving them at a loss, too.
Just as they were becoming anxious.
Wang Ye arrived in front of the garage where tanks were parked,
pointing at the Type 15 light tank Ning Junyi showed him a few days ago, he said:
"Can I lift this?"
Ning Junyi, who was the closest to Wang Ye, was taken aback, exclaiming, "Lift what? Lift a tank?"
"I figured you all hadn’t found a way to test strength, so I thought I might as well just lift a tank." Wang Ye explained: "Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing, I won’t damage your tank."
"But are you sure? The weight of a tank is quite substantial. Its material density is very high, not as light as it appears to be." Ning Junyi swallowed hard.
This Type 15 light tank weighs between thirty-three to thirty-six tons, four to five times heavier than a heavy truck.
He knew Wang Ye’s physical quality was extraordinary but was still somewhat dubious if Wang Ye could lift a Type 15 light tank by hand,
After all, Wang Ye’s size was vastly different from a tank, and if Wang Ye truly could lift this tank, the visual impact would be akin to an ant lifting a bucket.
Ning Junyi exchanged worried glances with the other officers and finally said apprehensively, "Then give it a try..."
Once Wang Ye got permission, he opened the garage door, standing in front of the tank. But before he could reach to lift it, Ning Junyi stopped him.
"Hold on a bit." Ning Junyi quickly halted him and commanded one of the tank soldiers to drive the tank out of the garage, moving it to a relatively soft-ground training field.
If the garage floor got wrecked, it would cost a lot to repair.
Plus, the outer sandy soil was softer, so even if it fell, it wouldn’t cause severe damage to the tank’s tracks.
