Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy-Chapter 235 - 11 Incomprehensible Motivation

"Countdown 3, 2, 1, 0—Great! All present! Now, let’s get running!"

"Don’t even think about slacking off! First round, 80 kilograms of weight, 10 laps. Those who don’t meet the standard within 60 minutes can go without dinner tonight!"

A hundred young men, carrying their weighted packs, started running on the large athletic field.

Carrying 80KG and punching with 80KG force are entirely different concepts.

The weight of a normal human body is within 100KG; suddenly adding an extra 80KG of weight is almost doubling it.

Each lap is 800 meters, so 10 laps are 8000 meters, running 8000 meters with such a heavy load...

But that’s not all, what did that poker-faced man say again?

Those who don’t meet the standard within 60 minutes can go without dinner tonight!!

But after doing the math, you need only 130 meters per minute, or a little over 2 meters per second to qualify.

That simple?

Some eager cadets decided to stand out in this physical fitness test!

It’s just running, right? Who can’t handle an easy run like this.

A swarm of them rushed forward.

Mu Fan was at the center of the group, not rushing or dragging.

He took a moment to adjust.

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A mere 80KG of extra weight is equivalent to doubling the gravity.

But he had a feeling that Major Lin wasn’t so kind-hearted.

Sure enough, Major Lin somehow produced a megaphone, and his icy voice rang out across the field.

"Third Squadron, step out. Anyone who stops, drag them out."

The young men then noticed that a line of soldiers had suddenly appeared surrounding the large athletic field.

All of them held camouflaged pulse rifles and their faces were painted with camouflage paint, intently watching.

Freaks!

But Major Lin’s voice wasn’t finished yet, "The first cadet to complete the first round will receive a 1000g food allowance that can be freely distributed after the test."

Hearing this, which of these young men had a small appetite? Everyone started to sprint.

It’s almost 4 PM now, it’ll probably end soon.

Watching the fresh recruits starting to run, Major Lin Hao looked down at his tactical wristwatch.

"15:45"

Instructor Wu Yue stood aside with his arms crossed, speaking meaningfully, "Major Lin, this training’s starting level is higher than expected."

Lin Hao’s lips curved slightly, "Who knows what potential each person has until the end?"

"Run!"

Beside the athletic field was a modest three-story building that appeared plain on the outside, but inside was filled with the latest military equipment.

Moreover, the interior space was much larger than it seemed from the outside, with an underground hall expanded to five times the area.

At this moment, countless screens lit up in the hall.

On each of the hundreds of screens was the side profile of a young man running.

Beneath each figure were the individual’s identification data.

"This is Zhang Shaotang, who Instructor Wu Yue asked us to pay close attention to. Keep an eye on him."

"Yes."

"This is Mu Fan, a core cadet for this term, supposedly brought in by Madman Ruan from Purple Jade Star. I really don’t understand what the academy is thinking; everyone from there usually ends up as cannon fodder, it’s good if even one survives until graduation."

"Stop talking nonsense, keep watching."

"Alright."

The men talking wore Dingchuan Academy instructor uniforms and were standing at the back.

However, they were clearly not the main focus of the event.

The ones truly controlling and operating the tracking systems on the screens were all military personnel.

And these military personnel had no intention of paying the instructors any mind.

In the control area, a Captain was weaving between the screens, issuing commands non-stop.

"Status report for the tracking and surveillance system."

"100%."

"Completeness of personal data display? Good, also 100%."

"Stay sharp, keep accurate records for each cadet."

"Yes, sir!"

The Captain nodded and continued his surveillance.

The two instructors from Dingchuan Academy promptly closed their mouths.

They focused on the screens, but their gaze kept wandering to those displaying Mu Fan and Zhang Shaotang.

Both were focused on running; Mu Fan was in the middle of the pack, with Zhang Shaotang a mere seven or eight meters away.

Neither was in the first sequence.

The first place was claimed by Xize, whose bruised face was a comical sight at the lead.

Xize, who gritted his teeth as he ran in first place, had a desire to perform that far surpassed the others.

The first lap ended, and Mu Fan adjusted his breathing, casual and at ease.

Not a single person from the large group had fallen behind.

By the second lap’s end, the order remained mostly unchanged, and the group had not stretched out too far.

Mu Fan was still in the middle, and Xize was still first.

But Yin Shuai, with his white hair, squeezed up next to Mu Fan.

Taking advantage of others not paying attention, he quietly said by Mu Fan’s side, "Not bad, in just two laps, your steps are as precise as a machine’s—you took 1576 steps with the deviation in average stride length fluctuating no more than 5 millimeters!"

Mu Fan was startled, even he hadn’t noticed how many steps he had taken, but White Hair had remembered clearly.

"Don’t be so amazed, buddy. I’m good at creating miracles, and I’m a bit special—you’ll find out later." Yin Shuai raised his eyebrows as he noticed Mu Fan’s surprised look.

The rest still looked easygoing afterwards.

This made a Special Combat Team sitting on a tracked vehicle raise their eyebrows.

A bearded strong man remarked:

"Almost three laps in, 80 kilograms of weight, and nobody is showing signs of slowing down. This batch has quality."

A blonde bombshell with a scorching figure holding an ultra-long sniper rifle curled her lips, "Gorilla, you’re not cut out for training soldiers; just make sure you’re good yourself."

"Ha ha ha."

A relatively thin man sitting next to another man wearing a beret at the driver’s seat both laughed unabashedly,

Making the bearded man look quite annoyed.

"You better keep your mouth shut, Tracy; at least then you look like a woman."

"What? Whether I’m a woman or not isn’t for you to say," retorted the voluptuous female sniper threateningly, thrusting out her chest, "And you’re nowhere near qualified to judge how this mouth is."

After she spoke, her sensuous red lips blew a kiss, causing the bearded man to turn his head away.

This woman was like a Black Widow!

Which provoked another round of laughter from the squad.

There were more than twenty special combat teams like theirs, currently observing in various ways nearby.

Checking out these newcomers to better lead them on future missions.

"Good, no one’s fallen behind!"

Major Lin Hao’s voice echoed throughout the field; they were already on the seventh lap, with three more to go, 2400 meters!

The 80-kilogram load demonstrated its insidious power at that moment.

That was nearly double their own body weight, making it easy to burst out thousands of KG of power, but to keep running with twice their own body weight without falling behind was a bit more difficult.

Because the core and elite students of the squad were among them.

They had to hold on, no way could they lose face in the first round!

Three more laps to go, Mu Fan looked up and found that there were still about twenty people in front of him, with the boy who was beaten only about thirty meters ahead of him.

Huh?

Is the team starting to speed up?

Mu Fan suddenly realized that as he slowly sped up, he was being left behind.

This was the rest of the team starting to exert their strength.

When the first echelon began to push, the entire squad felt it.

With three laps to go, were they going to determine the winner now?

Many corners of lips curled into smiles.

Nobody noticed Yin Shuai’s eyes seemed to flash with streaming data; he was murmuring, "Data collection… Data analysis… Twenty-one people have altered their movements…"

Mu Fan glanced at the inexplicably silent White Hair and then lowered his head to continue running.

Speeding up to keep pace, but still not overtaking.

Seeing this, Yin Shuai grinned, hurried to catch up to Mu Fan, and whispered, "You now have twenty-two competitors; I bet that Major full of tricks will play something new soon."

Mu Fan was surprised that the unserious White Hair could say such insightful words.

"Very good, it’s been just 25 minutes, and you’ve completed 70% of the task. So let’s compress the next task to within 10 minutes. The first to finish gets an extra 1000 grams of food."

The words from the loudspeaker arose like those from a demon.

The already sweating students almost cursed upon hearing this.

Weren’t they given 60 minutes!!

Now it’s cut to half; could the Major be any more shameless?

Before the youths understood the concept of extra food, they began to speed up; however, when they suddenly sped up after adapting to half an hour of 80 kg load, they found it tough to pick up speed.

"Overcoming bodily inertia and surpassing physical limits is the first step."

A hint of amusement flashed in Lin Hao’s eyes as he exchanged looks with Wu Yue.

The direct effect of this command was to instantly split the squad.

It was only at this moment that the true leading students began to exert their full strength.

Footsteps thudded down.

Panting sounds became ragged beside Mu Fan.

Speed up!

Speed up!

One person, two people, three people...

While Mu Fan was still trailing the lead group, he was shocked to discover that there indeed were 22 people!

Including the cheerful Yin Shuai.

This truly startled Mu Fan; he had only ever seen it with the intelligent life known as Black.

"We should up our game too!"

"Okay!" Mu Fan nodded earnestly.

As he began to stride out, Mu Fan’s speed incrementally increased, the weight on his back as if nonexistent, not hindering him in the slightest.

But after Mu Fan had run twenty meters, a cry sounded from behind, "Ouch, it’s too much. Oww~~"

Turning his head, Mu Fan saw Yin Shuai, who had just been all smiles, now contorting his face in pain as he caught up.

"What’s wrong?" Mu Fan slowed down to ask.

"I failed at showing off; you better run, or there won’t be any food left." Yin Shuai, rubbing his eyes, yelled out.

No food left!

Mu Fan’s eyes suddenly widened!

No food left!

One step, another.

In the gaze of the shocked White Hair, Mu Fan suddenly erupted at 200% his normal speed with a drive completely unfathomable to him!

Major Lin Hao, who had been chatting with Wu Yue, inadvertently caught a glimpse and suddenly ceased his actions.

Shi Sen, who had just exchanged a glance with Gao Baiyun, preparing for a showdown, was surprised when a shadow sprinted past them and dashed straight forward.

In the combat vehicle, the man known as Gorilla, the bearded hulk, slapped his thigh, "Now that’s a real man, a 2400-meter weighted sprint?"

The other three followed his gaze to the suddenly accelerating figure.

"I bet five shots of tequila he won’t last."

"I bet three shots he doesn’t make it!"

"I bet five shots of tequila he’ll dash to the end!" Tracy, who had just been cleaning her rifle, suddenly opened her lush red lips.