SWDnovel Chapter 38 Inhuman
Chapter 38 Inhuman
The receptionist, who was facing her computer screen, looked up at the sound of footsteps, gave a professional smile, and said, "Welcome..."
Jiang Yuan nodded to her and walked straight inside.
The receptionist stared at his back for several seconds, feeling that he looked somewhat familiar.
She lowered her head and looked through the information of the card she had swiped after entering the room in the membership system. Two words popped up on the screen.
Gangwon.
She froze for a moment, then turned her head sharply to look, only to find that the person had already disappeared around the corner of the corridor.
Jiangyuan...that's the champion? The champion from their archery range!
……
Jiang Yuan went to the regular training area of the archery range.
This area is no smaller than the archery range, and it has all kinds of equipment.
A whole row of dumbbell racks were placed against the wall.
Dumbbells ranging from two kilograms to sixty kilograms were neatly arranged, along with several different training machines.
A 30-meter straight sprint track was set up at the innermost side, with electronic timer pads on the ground, and a set of laser probes at both the starting line and the finish line.
There's no one in the training area at this spot.
On weekend mornings, members are either still asleep or crowded around the archery area; no one comes to lift weights early in the morning.
Jiang Yuan walked to the dumbbell rack and picked out a 20-kilogram dumbbell.
With a flick of the wrist, the dumbbell flipped to chest level.
He didn't use any magical techniques; he relied solely on his body's own strength to push upwards. After pushing a dozen times, he barely felt any soreness or swelling in his arms.
He put the 20-kilogram one back and exchanged it for 30 kilograms.
The same recommendation.
"It feels like pushing a 30-kilogram weight is about the same as pushing a bag of rice..."
Jiang Yuan put the dumbbells back and stretched his wrists.
He used to occasionally do push-ups with Zhao Peng in the dormitory. A standard push-up is about ten in one go.
Even he himself can't say for sure what the limits of his current body are.
Next to the dumbbell rack is a fitness reference chart.
The table lists the data ranges for professional athletes in different weight classes in the standard test items, including bench press, squat, deadlift, and 30-meter sprint. Each item is divided into four levels: amateur, semi-professional, professional, and provincial team.
Jiang Yuan didn't touch the squat rack; it's difficult to test that thing by himself.
His gaze fell on the inner sprint lane.
A 30-meter straight line, electronic timing, with synchronous triggering at the start and end points of the laser probe.
This is good; the numbers don't lie.
He walked behind the starting line, bent down, and pressed the reset button next to the timer.
The numbers on the LCD screen jump back to zero, and the laser probe lights up a green indicator light, indicating that the system is ready.
He stood on the starting line wearing canvas shoes and casual trousers.
Slightly bend your knees and push off with your feet.
The rubber floor made a dull thud, and the person was thrown back.
As he crossed the finish line, his shoes made a short, sharp sound as he ran across the ground; the thirty-meter distance was covered in an instant.
Jiang Yuan turned to look at the timer's LCD screen.
3.84 seconds.
Jiang Yuan stared at the number, then glanced back at the starting line thirty meters away.
The reference time for a professional athlete's 30-meter sprint is 3.8 to 4.0 seconds.
3.84 seconds is already at the top professional level!
Moreover, he was wearing ordinary canvas shoes, hadn't warmed up, and his starting posture wasn't standard, yet he still ran into the range of professional athletes!
Most importantly, Jiang Yuan was certain that he had only used 50% of his strength!
"This..." He was speechless.
I thought that using only 50% of my strength wouldn't be too exaggerated... Fortunately, it still performed within the scope of "human".
He went back to the starting line and did a combination test.
I did dumbbell presses, bicep curls, standing vertical jumps, and two 30-meter sprints.
This time, I only used 30% of my strength for each task based on intuition, and I noted down the number for each task in my phone's notes app.
Jiang Yuan turned off the timer, sat down on the bench next to the dumbbell rack, and looked at the string of numbers he had just memorized on his phone.
I can lift 40 kg with 30% of my strength without any problem, 30 kg with 50% of my strength in a bicep curl with ease, and my fingertips can reach almost two palms above a standard basketball hoop when I jump from a standing position. I can run a 30-meter sprint at 50% of my strength and reach the professional level.
He stared at the string of numbers for a while, lost in thought.
Two weeks ago, none of these numbers would have mattered to him.
He was just an ordinary college student, in poor health, and would get exhausted after running a kilometer.
He turned off his phone screen and silently thought to himself:
"In other words, even without using magic, I might be 'inhuman' right now!"
He only used 30% of his strength, yet his statistics were approaching those of top athletes!
Even if you give it your all, it won't be a simple matter of adding up.
However, it is foreseeable that, at full strength, his physical attributes have surpassed those of all humans in reality!
Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from the entrance of the training area.
Jiang Yuan looked up and saw Coach Wang rushing in.
He was wearing a coach's shirt from the Falcon Archery Range, and his eyes were immediately drawn to him as soon as he entered the training area.
"Mr. Jiang, Mr. Jiang!" He rushed over to Jiang Yuan, taking three steps at a time. Before he could even steady himself, a pair of large, rough hands had already grasped Jiang Yuan's hand and shaken it vigorously up and down twice.
"Oh dear, Mr. Jiang, what kind of deity descended to earth are you playing at? You've really fooled me!"
He said he had been deceived, but he couldn't suppress the smile on his lips, and his whole face brightened up.
Jiang Yuan was the member he brought in. When he filled out the form, he thought Jiang Yuan was just an ordinary young man coming to try it out.
Unexpectedly, he won the championship on his first try, and the prize money and commission from the archery range were more than he earned from teaching for three months.
Jiang Yuan got goosebumps all over and pulled his hand away: "Coach Wang, is there something you need?"
Coach Wang's tone was warm:
"I heard from the receptionist that you're here. I didn't want to see the champion, and quite a few members also want to meet you. Since your photo was hung up by the door, people have been constantly asking about it. Why don't you go say hello?"
Jiang originally wanted to refuse, but then he suddenly remembered something, paused for a moment, and said, "Okay."
We arrived at the archery area.
After all, it's an archery range. On a weekend, there were already about a dozen people scattered on the various shooting lanes in the archery area. Some were adjusting their sights, while others were competing in archery. The sound of bowstrings being released could be heard everywhere.
Coach Wang pushed open the door and shouted in a loud voice, "Look who's here!"
Instantly, everyone in the arena turned to look.
Jiang Yuan was somewhat embarrassed and gave a slight smile in response.
After all, we still need to let these people "visit" later.
A middle-aged man wearing a blue coach's shirt was the first to walk over, correcting a young student's bow-drawing posture.
"Has the champion arrived?"
Several members also put down their bows and gathered around. After all, the posters hanging at the entrance made Jiang Yuan a household name in the Falcon Archery Club.
On target lane number four, Xiao Shuang was aiming her bow when she heard the noise and turned around, where she saw Jiang Yuan standing at the door.
It was him… Her heart skipped a beat.
But the other person just glanced over there without stopping, and was talking to the two coaches.
She turned her head back, drew the bow fully, and released it.
Seven rings.
It missed.
……
"This is Coach Li," Coach Wang introduced the approaching middle-aged man.
Jiang Yuan nodded slightly. Behind Coach Li at the front were several students who were watching the excitement.
One of the burly men, with a sports towel around his neck, spoke first:
"This must be our archery champion, right? I was in the stands during the finals that day, and I saw you sink your tenth arrow. That was amazing!"
"Ten consecutive rings is just too outrageous!"
"How old are you, young man?"
Everyone was amazed.
Coach Li asked curiously, "Mr. Jiang, I heard you've been practicing archery since you were a child, for over twenty years?"
Where did you hear this from? Could it be from Song Zihao? Jiang Yuan brushed it off without changing his expression:
"I did practice it for a while when I was a kid."
Another member wearing a baseball cap chimed in, "So why did you suddenly join Falcon? I've never seen you in the circle before."
Coach Jiang Yuan Chao Wang tilted his head slightly in the direction of Coach Jiang Yuan Chao Wang: "The Falcon Archery Hall is indeed very good, with excellent facilities and dedicated coaches."
Coach Wang, who was standing nearby, smiled even more broadly upon hearing this.
The member wearing the baseball cap nodded, and just as he was about to say something, he suddenly sighed:
"I really envy you. I can only play it as a hobby. I twisted my wrist last year and it took me more than half a year to recover. It still hurts when I draw the bow. I have to rest after two rounds. I don't dare to play for too long."
What a great assist! Jiang Yuan smiled just in time.
"Actually, most archers have some injuries. My family has an ancestral remedy that is very effective in treating these kinds of injuries, such as strains, sprains, and overuse injuries!"
"I came to the archery range today with some ideas I wanted to share with everyone."
Upon hearing this, many people around changed their expressions.
Their faces all had that "What are you trying to do?" look on them; this line of dialogue felt strangely familiar.
After all, they are considered "high-quality customers" among all kinds of swindlers; anyone who is older has already experienced similar scams many times.
But the person in front of me is a genuine champion, with handsome features, so perhaps he really does have such a formula?
Coach Wang and Coach Li were both taken aback.
Coach Li spoke first, his voice hesitant, "Mr. Jiang, our archery range has rules that prohibit the sale of any products on the field."
Jiang Yuan shook his head and took out a small cloth bag, about the size of his palm, from his pocket:
"As the face of the archery range, there's even my portrait hanging at the entrance. Would I lie to you? I'm here today to give you all a treat."