"My strength, in every aspect, is something you can't imagine!"
Yang Honglei didn't hold back from the start, running as fast as he could, leaving Li Mo in the dust. The 50 kg weights on his feet and the 50 kg weights on his back were nothing to him.
The Wolf Fang Brigade was the Nation's Sharp Blade. Those who could join this brigade were the elites of the elites. Su Haoyang wasn't lying about this.
With Li Honglei's status, he wouldn't have been sent to be a military instructor. Coming to Century Middle School was his own request.
He came for one person.
Lin Qingrou!
The purpose of the harsh training was to lure Lin Qingrou out.
But the result disappointed him. Lin Qingrou didn't come.
Yang Honglei and Su Haoyang weren't that close, but the Su and Yang clans were friends. Yang Honglei's favoritism towards Su Haoyang was only to give face to the Su clan.
Yang Honglei's expression was relaxed as he ran. This was the second lap. It was time to see what this unworthy opponent was like.
Yang Honglei looked back in disdain and couldn't help but frown. He had been running at full speed from the start, reaching the standard of a hundred meter dash. He thought he could easily leave Li Mo in the dust, but Li Mo kept a distance of less than 15 meters.
Yang Honglei snorted coldly, exerted his strength once more, and ran madly.
One lap, two laps, three laps …
After six laps, Yang Honglei's face was red and he panted. He turned his head and his face changed.
Li Mo kept a distance of less than 15 meters, running at a leisurely pace.
'How can he keep up with such speed?'
'Can't I get rid of him?'
Yang Honglei was shocked.
As a member of the strongest special forces, Wolf Fang Brigade's 2nd Brigade, Yang Honglei's constitution was far superior. In the eyes of the average person, he was a superhuman.
Yang Honglei's sprinting speed was one of the best in the entire second team.
"General Li does have some ability."
Chen Hai, who had fainted in the middle of the run and had just woken up, said sourly as he watched the running Li Mo.
"Li Mo's strongest point is his endurance. Instructor Yang has met his match."
"I really hope Li Mo wins. And from the looks of it, Li Mo has a good chance."
"Good job, Li Mo!"
"As expected of our Feng City's second king of long-distance running."
"Indeed, indeed."
Su Haoyang snorted disdainfully as he listened to the discussions around him.
The Su and Yang families were old friends, and Su Haoyang had known Yang Honglei since he was a child. He knew Yang Honglei's strength all too well. Yang Honglei had been practicing his family's martial arts since he was a child, and at the age of ten, he already had the ability to pull down a bull with his bare hands. After joining the Wolf Fang Brigade, he was personally trained by the 'God of War'.
In the entire Yang Clan, besides that woman that was called the ultimate freak, Yang Honglei was the most outstanding in the new generation.
Everyone says that Lin Qingrou is the strongest among the younger generation of the Four Great Clans, but that was before. Things are different now. Forget about Yang Honglei, even I, Su Haoyang, am no longer an existence that Lin Qingrou can compare to.
'Starscape's cultivation is wondrous, and the first to enter is king. Humph, I am no match for Yang Honglei. It's not that I can't do it, but I've only been in Starscape for a short time. Give me more time and Yang Honglei will be nothing to me.
'There's no rush. There's still a year until Starscape's public testing. And in that time, to what extent will my strength rise?'
'When that time comes, won't Lin Qingrou and Yang Clan's freak all be mine?'
"Ha-ha-ha …" Su Haoyang couldn't help but laugh.
Huang Lixing arrived on his bicycle. At first, he was nervous, but when he saw the situation on the field, he immediately relaxed.
Li Mo made a peace sign when he saw him coming.
Whoosh ~
Yang Honglei's feet were like the wind as he ran. But compared to before, his speed was clearly slower.
Looking back, Li Mo, who was fifteen meters away from him, was getting closer and closer.
Li Mo's speed didn't change, but Yang Honglei's. He slowed down, allowing Li Mo to catch up.
Yang Honglei clenched his teeth and increased his speed again.
Two laps later, Yang Honglei couldn't take it anymore. His breathing became heavier and his speed dropped.
Li Mo was catching up.
'How can I lose to a student?'
Yang Honglei's face was red, even his neck. Who knew if it was because of excessive exercise or shame.
Yang Honglei thought for a moment, then dropped his backpack. His action caused the students to hiss.
Ka!
Ka!
Yang Honglei couldn't care less. Compared to losing face, winning was more important. After he threw away the heavy backpack, he quickly removed the iron straps on his legs.
Yang Honglei was calm and composed, "Li Mo, the real battle has just begun!"
Whoosh ~
Yang Honglei sped up, once again running at top speed.
One lap, two laps, three laps …
16 laps, 18 laps, 20 laps …
Without the weight, Yang Honglei ran at top speed for 20 laps until he was panting and his steps were messy. He had no choice but to slow down.
Yang Honglei looked back to see Li Mo still less than fifteen meters away, running at a steady pace.
'How is this possible?'
Yang Honglei was shocked and angry.
'Impossible, absolutely impossible. He must've … overtaken me by a few laps …'
'Damn it!'
Yang Honglei would have seen it long ago if it had really been a few laps longer. He was just deceiving himself and others.
Whoosh ~
Yang Honglei ran slower and slower. He was exhausted and couldn't pick up speed, while Li Mo maintained the same pace, gradually overtaking him.
Whoosh ~
Yang Honglei watched helplessly as Li Mo overtook him, getting further and further away …
Yang Honglei staggered, half crouching on the ground. He clutched his stomach and couldn't stop vomiting.
He lost the long-distance race!
Li Mo ran back and coldly stared at him.
"Where is your so-called strength?"
"As the nation's sharp blade, you don't think of how to serve the nation, but for your own private matters, you came here to take revenge as a military instructor. Yang Honglei, calling you petty is no longer enough to describe you."
Yang Honglei couldn't stop panting and vomiting. He was completely exhausted and couldn't even say a word.
"If I win, I can ask for anything I want, right?
Then find me a hundred year old knotweed in seven days. "
Li Mo left with his hands behind his back.