The Strongest Face-Slapping King in the City-Chapter 492: These Are Your Words (Second Update)

"Damn, the weight he’s carrying must be fake!"

A group of people shouted.

Your grandpa, 56 kilograms, six minutes to complete five kilometers?

Even the freshmen started to doubt.

Fuck, that’s 56 kilograms, not 56 grams!

Seeing the murderous look on Ren Zuling’s face, an instructor hurriedly said, "Lieutenant, I really did use a 40-kilogram jacket! I’m not wrong!"

Ren Zuling shook his head in disbelief.

What a joke, as a member of the special forces, how could he not know what it means to carry 56 kilograms and complete five kilometers within six minutes.

This can be said to be an achievement unattainable even without any weight!

Immediately, Ren Zuling’s eyes fixed intently on Zhang Fan’s back, watching his speed that showed no signs of slowing down, his heart began to tremble violently.

Fuck, he’s still that fast!

The entire Norda stadium fell silent!

Over five thousand people, watching Zhang Fan sprint furiously, felt their hearts shaking tremendously.

Ni ma, did this guy go to the wrong school?

Five kilometers in six minutes, he should be going to Huati Sports University, why come to Tsinghua and steal the spotlight?

Meanwhile, Liao Fucheng, having received the news, had an extremely somber expression.

"Push me to the stadium." Liao Fucheng sat in a wheelchair, his face bearing a cold smirk.

"Hehe, thinking of using this method to dodge tomorrow’s match? Dream on! I’ll first get your brother out of Tsinghua, then slowly take care of you!"

Liao Fucheng’s somber voice sent a chill down the back of Liao Jiajia standing behind him.

Twelve minutes!

Zhang Fan had already lapped Liang Haifei more than once.

To be honest, the weight on him had no effect at all. Compared to his unique metal armor from before, it was simply trash!

It was as if he was running empty-handed.

Eighteenth minute!

Zhang Fan had lapped Liang Haifei two times!

Thirty minutes, Zhang Fan had lapped Liang Haifei three and a half times!

Forty-eighth minute!

Zhang Fan had completed his eighth lap!

At this moment, only the last 2.195 kilometers were left!

That’s 2195 meters!

Meanwhile, Liang Haifei had only completed twelve kilometers!

When Zhang Fan crossed that red line, everyone sitting stood up.

"Damn! Forty-nine minutes, finished the marathon!"

"Fuck, am I dreaming?"

"Damn, this is simply a miracle!"

The shocked voices, like thunder, echoed throughout the stadium.

If it weren’t for witnessing it with their own eyes, who the fuck would believe this?

Liao Fucheng and Liao Jiajia’s eyes widened, and from the moment they arrived, they barely blinked!

Super bizarre speed, a super bizarre marathon, and he actually completed it?

How is this possible!

Especially when they saw Zhang Fan, hands on his waist, panting, their hearts were even more shocked.

Heaven, he’s still standing?

What the hell kind of constitution does he have?

However, a group of people immediately ran towards Zhang Fan.

They still wanted to verify one thing, whether the weight on Zhang Fan was real or not.

Meanwhile, Zhang Fan was also panting heavily as he removed the weight from his body.

But that was just heavy breathing.

His heart beating rapidly, carrying the sensation of his blood pumping vigorously, made Zhang Fan feel full of energy.

Not a trace of fatigue, replaced instead by a surge of exhilaration!

According to Black Shark, in ancient times, Zhang Fan was like the kind of War God who grew stronger with every battle.

"Bang!"

When the jacket hit the ground with a dull thud, the approaching crowd suddenly stopped.

Sounds pretty heavy, huh? Damn, that must be at least twenty kilograms!

The group around Zhang Fan, including Ren Zuling, also paused, stunned.

Then, Ren Zuling bent down and picked up the jacket.

It felt heavy!

As someone who regularly carried twenty kilograms, how could he not recognize the weight?

Damn, is it really forty kilograms?

Ren Zuling really wanted to curse. Carrying fifty-six kilograms, forty-nine minutes, completing a marathon—that’s even beyond what those freaks in the special forces could achieve!

This guy is no human!

"Platoon Leader, is it really forty kilograms?" the person holding the jacket asked, swallowing his saliva.

After all, he too couldn’t believe that Zhang Fan could carry fifty-six kilograms and still complete a marathon in forty-nine minutes!

They had trained for years, exhausting themselves to carry twenty kilograms for a twenty-five-kilometer cross-country run, and that took an hour and a half!

Compared to this, they were nothing at all!

At this moment, Ren Zuling’s expression was priceless; his eyes were wide, mouth agape, pupils constricted, staring fixedly at Zhang Fan, seemingly oblivious to the other man’s words.

"Platoon Leader?"

A few people next to Ren Zuling nudged him, and only then did he come back to his senses.

"It’s forty kilograms!"

Ren Zuling’s voice was somewhat hoarse and very low, but when it reached the others’ ears, it exploded like thunder.

Damn, really forty kilograms?

A group of instructors couldn’t believe it and snatched the jacket from Ren Zuling’s hands; as soon as they grabbed it, they were stunned.

Damn, it really is forty kilograms!

Immediately, the look in the instructors’ eyes changed.

As they watched the back of Zhang Fan, their eyes erupted with an incredible amount of awe.

Strong, too strong, truly too strong.

This was the first time they had ever seen someone so powerful!

Thinking of Zhang Fan’s rank as Lieutenant, they finally came to a realization.

At such a young age, achieving the rank of Lieutenant was indeed justified.

However, what they didn’t know was that Zhang Fan held something a hundred times more terrifying than his military rank -- two Dragon Seals.

"Let’s start the combat training, let these rookies have a look," Zhang Fan took a deep breath, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and his wildly heaving chest gradually calmed down.

"Ah!"

Ren Zuling and his group were dumbfounded.

However, when they saw Zhang Fan had already regained stable breathing, their scalps tingled simultaneously.

Damn, is he even human.

Such intense exercise, and he’d recovered in just a few minutes.

If it were them, they’d need at least half an hour to pull themselves together.

But at this moment, Ren Zuling and his group were bursting with the desire to fight.

If Zhang Fan’s physical ability was so strong, what about actual combat?

"Really?" Ren Zuling asked.

Zhang Fan nodded and said, "Let’s do it right here, all of you come at me, don’t hold back."

"All at once?"

Ren Zuling was dumbfounded!

There were over a hundred of them! Damn, all at once? Was he looking down on them that much? Moreover, they weren’t from a regular unit, they were from a special operations platoon!

"Sir, are you disrespecting us?"

The others shouted, their faces turning red.

"No, one by one, you guys really have no chance," Zhang Fan said softly, but then he murmured, "But even all at once, it seems you still wouldn’t stand a chance."

Hearing Zhang Fan’s latter remark, even Ren Zuling felt a surge of anger rise in his chest.

"You asked for this!" Ren Zuling growled, his teeth gritted.