Chapter 83: Fist Power Test!

At that moment, a massive figure descended from the sky, landing heavily on the floor with both feet and leaving two spiderweb-like cracks beneath him. Chen Anquan, ever perceptive, immediately sensed the abnormality underfoot. "Was my landing a bit too forceful?"

"Uncle, you’re amazing again!" Chen Xinwu grinned broadly at his uncle, showering him with praise.

The gap-toothed boy was still lost in the thrill of Chen Anquan’s dunk. "I actually saw a slam dunk with my own eyes!"

Only the boy with the runny nose noticed something odd about Chen Anquan right away. "Uncle, why do you look like a chubby giant?"

Chen Anquan was momentarily stunned, pulled out of his thoughts about the cracked floor. "This is my weighted gear! Don’t be fooled by my bulky appearance. Real heavyweights aren’t nearly as heavy as I am right now!"

The gap-toothed boy looked skeptical, eyeing Chen Anquan’s padded figure. "Really?"

"Heh, try it for yourself." Chen Anquan glanced down at his arm, unclasped a wrist guard with one hand, and tossed it to the ground.

Smack!

It landed with the sound of a heavy stone striking the floor.

The gap-toothed boy froze. The sound alone told him how heavy it was. He stepped up, grabbed the wrist guard with both hands. "Ah!"

"It’s so heavy!" He never would have guessed that a single wrist guard could weigh thirty or forty pounds!

For a kid of eleven or twelve, thirty or forty pounds was a huge burden.

"Uncle is awesome!" Chen Xinwu was proud as could be. He noticed a timer and a square electronic device by Chen Anquan’s feet. "Uncle, can you run faster than Bolt?"

"Huh?" Chen Anquan chuckled. He had never really measured his own speed, and as for the legendary Usain Bolt—he didn’t think much of him. Not that he looked down on Bolt’s speed, but he was already on the path of cultivating his abilities; if he were to compete, it would be with others like himself.

"Don’t overpraise me. My running speed is just average."

Actually, Chen Anquan had intended to use the empty basketball court to test his own 100-meter sprint and punching power.

"Hmph! Uncle is a mutant. Why don’t you dare race Bolt?" Chen Xinwu protested.

"Mutant? You’re calling me a mutant?" Chen Anquan looked at Chen Xinwu in surprise. This nephew of his, corrupted by Western comics—didn’t he know that not all people with abilities are called mutants? Here in the East, they’re called cultivators, or martial artists!

"Uncle, show us how fast you really are!" Chen Xinwu insisted, grabbing his uncle’s arm and shaking it.

"Uncle, please! Show us!" pleaded the boy with the runny nose.

"All right!" Chen Anquan thought, I’m a trained martial artist and I’ve shown off my abilities, but no one on the internet believes me. Why not let these kids help spread the word?

"Here!" He handed his phone to Chen Xinwu. "You know how to record a short video, right?"

Chen Xinwu nodded eagerly. "Of course!"

"Good! You take the phone and record for me!" Chen Anquan pressed the phone into his nephew’s hands.

Chen Xinwu held the phone, eyes alight with excitement as he watched Chen Anquan. He had seen his uncle do thousands of push-ups in a row without resting, even breaking Newton’s first law by doing more than three push-ups per second. Normally, free-falling speed wouldn’t allow for more than three push-ups a second, but Chen Anquan could accelerate his descent by contracting his arms. Even the slightly rough cement floor, under his strong grip, gave him the instant traction he needed.

The boy with the runny nose hurried out of the basketball court to the cement path by the pond. He eyed the two adjacent ponds. "Uncle, this path is over a hundred meters—run here!"

"All right, Xinwu, you’ll record the 100-meter dash!" Chen Anquan said, watching as Chen Xinwu fiddled with the phone.

"Wait, I’ll go get a measuring tape from home!" The gap-toothed boy’s father was a construction worker and kept a special tape measure at home. The boy trotted off the court.

Soon, he returned, holding a large tape measure.

Chen Anquan took the tape, marked off an exact 100-meter stretch, and took his position: one foot forward, one back, hands braced on the ground before his shoulders. He fixed his eyes on the white chalk line ahead. "Xinwu, ready!"

The boy with the runny nose stood at the finish line with a timer, shouting, "Go!" as he pressed the start button.

In sprinting, the most important attribute isn’t physique or strength, but agility!

Chen Anquan was eager to see if his 2.5 agility could match Bolt’s record-breaking speed.

Bolt, after all, was a legend—the flying man. Chen Anquan had watched his races, seen him cross the finish line meters ahead of the next man. It was almost inhuman!

At the sound of the shout, Chen Anquan exploded forward, over two hundred muscles working in perfect harmony. In the blink of an eye, he was off.

A thick cloud of dust rose in his wake, as if a wild gale had swept through.

Whoosh!

In a flash, he was at the finish line beside the boy with the runny nose, his speed kicking up a gust that knocked the boy flat!

"Ugh!"

The boy landed on his backside, but didn’t cry. Instead, he frantically checked the tightly clutched timer.

Seeing the number, he nearly shouted himself hoarse. "Whoa! Nine point five eight seconds!"

"What? Only nine point five eight?" Chen Anquan was stunned. He could hardly believe he’d only managed 9.58 seconds!

He quickly checked his status panel, wondering if his agility stat was a fraud:

Name: Chen Anquan
Age: 24
Strength: 2.75
Agility: 2.5
Spirit: 6
Constitution: 3.27

Unused Attribute Points: 0.20
Passive: [100m Sprint 9.50 seconds]
Skills: [Tai Chi Fist LV2 (220/2000)], [49-Form Wudang Tai Chi Sword LV1 (155/500)], [Dragon Subduing Palm LV1 (140/500)]

Could it be that Bolt’s agility was also 2.5?

Impossible! If that were the case, after joining a football team, he would have outshone Beckham, Messi, and the rest long ago!

"Oh, wait!" Chen Anquan suddenly noticed a new section on his panel: [Passive].

From a gamer’s perspective, this was more like a passive skill. Passive skills work continuously, without the need for conscious activation; they’re a state, a condition, or a bonus.

His own 100-meter dash had already broken the 9.50-second barrier, meaning he had surpassed Bolt!

What was he waiting for? He should post it online at once!

Chen Anquan considered that the boy with the runny nose might have added eight milliseconds, possibly due to the delay in sound carrying from the boy’s side to his own ears.

No matter. Fame attracts trouble! If he posted a video of himself running a 9.50-second 100 meters, he’d either be flamed by netizens or seized for scientific research!

"Uncle, you’re a legend!" The gap-toothed boy clearly knew his records. "You’re a flying man, like Bolt!"

"Uncle, you’re the light!" Chen Xinwu’s faith in his uncle was unshakable now—he even felt that Chen Anquan was a light that would never go out.

Chen Anquan uploaded the video to a short-video platform and then handed the phone back to Chen Xinwu. "Xinwu, take a picture for me—I want to test my punching power!"

He ignored the kids’ effusive praise, clenched his right fist, and picked up the punch tester with his left. "Where should I put this?"

He certainly wasn’t going to hang it on the wall of his mud-brick house—one punch and he’d be the village’s answer to Mighty King!

Chen Anquan chuckled and turned to his three young fans—it was time to put them to work!

The three kids quickly caught on and hurriedly retreated.

Chen Xinwu glanced at the two basketball hoops on the court. "Uncle, hang it there!"

"That’ll do!" Chen Anquan guessed that such a sturdy structure could withstand a few tons of punching force.

Once the punch tester was in place, Chen Xinwu readied the phone to record.

Chen Anquan put on his pre-prepared gloves, stepped forward in an archer’s stance, lowered his head, raised his eyes, tightened his right fist, and drew a deep breath.