The Strongest Face-Slapping King in the City-Chapter 491: Are You Freaking Kidding Me (First Release)

Chapter 491: Chapter 491: Are You Freaking Kidding Me (First Release)

Ren Zuling’s group, rolling their eyes, looked at Liang Haifei’s gaze, filled with a shade of pity.

Heh, a marathon?

In the eyes of ordinary people, this is a tremendously huge challenge.

However, for those who came from a special forces battalion.

Besides loaded cross-country, is it that difficult?

Especially for Zhang Fan who had thoroughly trounced him, would it be difficult?

Just by the relaxed demeanor Zhang Fan showed while doing "looking up at the stars," he could be sure that Zhang Fan’s physical fitness was 2-4 times greater than theirs, or even higher.

A marathon would be a breeze!

However, the others started to exclaim in surprise.

"A marathon?"

"My God, how long is that distance?" someone asked.

"42.195 kilometers!" another replied.

"Is Liang Haifei up for it?"

A group of people began to doubt.

Hearing the voices questioning him, Liang Haifei felt like his lungs were about to explode!

Why didn’t these people doubt Zhang Fan?

Damn, was he that easy to bully?

Immediately, Liang Haifei roared at Zhang Fan, "Do you dare?"

Zhang Fan laughed, rubbed his forehead, and asked Ren Zuling, "Do we have any loaded gear?"

Ren Zuling’s gaze hardened, and then he nodded, "Yes."

Training, they dared not neglect.

It had been nearly a month. Without daily practice, there would be significant regression.

"Bring me the heaviest loaded gear. If there are also sandbags or something, that would be even better," Zhang Fan said.

"The heaviest?" Ren Zuling took a deep breath.

At their base, the heaviest was a forty-kilogram weighted vest!

Could it be that Zhang Fan also intended to do the cross-country carrying forty kilograms?

Wait, he even wanted sandbags?

Crap!

Ren Zuling and his group nearly had their eyes pop out.

Sandbags, five kilograms for each foot, three kilograms for each hand. In total, that’s sixteen kilograms.

Plus the vest, that would be fifty-six kilograms!

God, could he even complete a marathon?

The harshest they’d gone was a twenty-kilogram load for a twenty-five-kilometer cross-country race!

"Go fetch them. Let’s warm up and show these noobs what real military training is, and also, get ready for some military combat later!" Zhang Fan’s voice caused a group of students around to grind their teeth with anger.

Noobs?

For heaven’s sake!

Had he to be so arrogant?

However, at the next moment, everyone’s spirits were lifted.

Military combat?

This they could do!

Meanwhile, Ren Zuling’s group was looking at Zhang Fan uncertainly.

"Still want to fight after this? Are you up for it?"

Carrying a load for forty-plus kilometers, who the hell would have energy left to fight?

"No problem, you guys go get ready!" Zhang Fan smiled in response.

Soon, Ren Zuling and the others brought over the weighted vest and sandbags.

Seeing these pieces of equipment, the crowd around was eager to try them out.

"Instructor, how heavy is all this stuff?"

"The vest is forty kilograms, the leg sandbags are five kilograms each, the ones for the arms are three kilograms each," someone responded.

"Holy shit, you’re kidding!"

"A total of fifty-six kilograms?"

The group stared wide-eyed as Zhang Fan nonchalantly put on the vest.

Fifty-six kilograms, that’s nearly the weight of a person!

"Heh, showing off, I really want to see how you’re going to keep that up later!" Liang Haifei stood off to the side, sneering.

"Let’s go to the track by the basketball court!" Zhang Fan shook his neck and walked towards the basketball area.

The track over there was vast, with a total length of five thousand meters.

Which means, a marathon would just involve slightly more than eight laps.

"Let’s go then!"

Liang Haifei said with pride on his face.

The large troop of over four thousand people immediately surged toward the basketball court.

Witnessing the massive crowd, students from other grades looked on, utterly dumbfounded.

"What’s going on? Where are they heading?"

"Damn, the one leading is Zhang Fan!"

"What? Zhang Fan? Is he stirring up trouble again?"

Others were shocked and hurriedly followed.

"Bro, what are you guys doing?" someone asked.

"A PK between top scholars!"

"What top scholars?" The person was bewildered.

"The national humanities top scholar Liang Haifei and the national science top scholar Zhang Fan!"

"PK what?"

"A marathon!"

"Damn! A marathon?"

A group of people’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

"Wait, isn’t Zhang Fan supposed to be in a basketball match tomorrow? If he runs a marathon today, isn’t that suicide? Will he even be able to get up tomorrow?" someone exclaimed in shock.

However, another person slapped his forehead and shouted, "Damn, that’s clever! This way he has a reason not to participate in tomorrow’s match."

"That kind of makes sense!"

Meanwhile, people spread the news by word of mouth.

Others who got the message also rushed towards the basketball court.

"Damn it, what’s that guy Zhang Fan up to now!"

"Frick, can’t he just chill for a day?"

The newcomers murmured as they arrived.

Seeing the dark mass of people swarming in, Zhou Bangquan and his team, who were training on the basketball court, were almost scared peeless.

However, when they clearly saw Zhang Fan’s face, their eyes also widened in astonishment.

Shit, what’s he doing here now?

He’s not here looking for trouble with our basketball club again, is he?

Huh? They stopped?

What are they doing on the track?

A group of first-year students quickly took positions, ready to spectate and eat popcorn!

"Draw the line!"

Ren Zuling and his group were also busy drawing the start and finish lines.

"OK, done! The white line is the starting point, the red line is the finish line, and after eight laps, reaching the red line means you’re done!" Ren Zuling came beside Zhang Fan and said.

"Alright, you guys warm up too. After we’re done running, we’ll do some combat training," Zhang Fan said and then immediately took a step forward.

What’s Liang Haifei anyway?

He was just bored and looking to do some training with Ren Zuling and the others.

The marathon was just a side note to slap Liang Haifei’s face.

Watching Zhang Fan’s swift strides, everyone around started shouting in surprise.

"Heavens, so fast, and he’s still carrying a weight of 56 kilograms!" a group of first-year students exclaimed.

"Damn, 56 kilograms of weight? Are you kidding me?"

"Are you blind? Didn’t you see the weighted jacket and sandbags on Zhang Fan?" someone cursed.

"Damn, that’s totally impossible, right? This speed is even faster than my full sprint!" someone roared.

However, Liang Haifei’s eyes were already bulging out round.

This fast?

The weight on Zhang Fan, it’s fake, right?

But almost immediately, he also took a stride forward.

"Who got the weighted jacket? Is it really forty kilograms?" Ren Zuling said, looking at Zhang Fan racing away with doubt.

"Commander, it’s true, the twenty-kilogram one we use during training, I couldn’t be wrong about the weight of a forty-kilogram one," someone replied.

"That’s not right, so fast!" Ren Zuling muttered.

"Let’s wait and see. The speed should decrease a lot later on, after all, it’s over forty kilometers!" someone suggested.

But six minutes later, everyone was completely astounded.

Ni Ma, how long has it been?

One lap completed?

Five kilometers?

You’re kidding me, right?