Chapter 15: The Physical Fitness Test Begins

"Senior, do you have the textbook for the language course? I want to study it in advance," Lu Chen asked.

"I do have it, but I don't know where I put it. If you're really interested, I can send you a periodic table of language. You can take a look and get an idea," Fenggeer scratched his head, realizing that the textbook was from his freshman year, and he was now in his seventh year. Finding it would be like finding a needle in a haystack.

Then, he sent a language periodic table to Lu Chen's phone via email, who thanked him and started reading it.

The numbers 0 to 88 represent relatively controllable languages, while 89 to 100 are dangerous languages, and 101 to 112 are highly dangerous languages. Languages above that are classified as top secret, which were not included in the periodic table Fenggeer sent him.

After browsing through it, Lu Chen found something interesting - a language that matched his own capabilities.

Language sequence 83, Bronze Throne, strengthens muscle strength, making muscles as hard as bronze. When pushed to the limit, the body takes on a metallic color. It is said that users of this language can easily lift thousands of kilograms.

Although Lu Chen was strong, he couldn't make his body take on a metallic color.

However, he didn't lose heart because he found another language that he could perfectly imitate.

Language sequence 72, Moment, allows the user to accelerate and can be repeatedly stacked, exponentially increasing in speed. The higher the rank, the faster the speed.

No chanting is required when using it, and there is no change in appearance!

Perfect!

Lu Chen already had a complete plan in mind, feeling more confident about completing the tasks after the exam.

...

It was still the same playground as yesterday, but much emptier.

Because of the new students' entrance exams, the playground had been cleared, leaving only a dozen or so students.

It was said that the physical test was divided into batches, and the students present were all estimated to have an A-level bloodline.

Before the physical test began, the young people gathered in groups of three or four, chatting away. They were elites from all over the world, and there were often more topics among elites.

Among this group, two people were obviously not very sociable.

Lu Chen stood with a poker face next to Landian, waiting quietly for the physical test to begin.

"Lancelot, from France, nice to meet you," a sunny big boy greeted Landian and Landian with a warm smile.

You could tell he was enveloped in a halo of confidence.

"Chu Zihang, hello."

"Lu Chen, hello."

The two replied briefly, with no further conversation, creating a somewhat awkward atmosphere.

Lu Chen was naturally not very talkative, and his brief words were not meant to belittle the other party. Landian, on the other hand, was thinking about how to best perform today.

Fortunately, the awkwardness was promptly resolved by the professor's arrival.

"Mans Longdstet, in charge of overseeing today's physical tests."

A middle-aged gentleman in a suit arrived, accompanied by several burly school workers. The new students quieted down, waiting for the proceedings to begin.

"Today's test is very simple, only one item, the hundred-meter dash. When your name is called, step onto the track."

Professor Mans seemed not to be inclined to waste words, ready to begin promptly.

On both sides of the track, laser-calibrated monitoring devices were already set up, eliminating the outdated method of starting with a command due to its imprecision caused by sound propagation and reaction time.

The new students only needed to prepare at the starting point and run to the other end. The devices would naturally monitor their exact speed, with errors being practically negligible compared to the speed of light.

"Lancelot."

Lu Chen's gaze shifted, surprised that the student who had spoken to them was the first to run.

Lancelot stepped forward, holding his head high, evidently extremely confident in his physical abilities.

Having already warmed up before Professor Mans arrived, they simply struck a pose upon stepping onto the track before starting to run.

Like a gust of wind, Lancelot's figure darted out, his chestnut-colored hair fluttering, shining brightly under the sunlight, resembling a little sun galloping across the field.

"Beep—"

A prompt sounded from the computer at the starting point, indicating that the results were ready.

"7.896 seconds."

Mans read out the number, making it known to everyone, and the computer recorded it for archival purposes.

Lancelot jogged back with a humble smile. Some new students praised him, but there was no astonishment.

Just now, Lancelot not only broke the world record of the Olympics but also shortened it by almost half, but this seemed normal to everyone.

The physique of mixed-blood individuals far exceeded that of ordinary people, and A-level hybrids were the elite among the elite. Their physical abilities were several times that of ordinary people.

Of course, just because one's physical abilities were several times that of ordinary people didn't mean their speed could be multiplied accordingly. Physical fitness was a comprehensive value, and speed was limited by other factors.

So even though Lancelot might have had three times the physical fitness of an ordinary person, he could only achieve a time of 7.896 seconds.

Due to the constraints of the rules, they couldn't ignite their golden pupils to further stimulate their dragon bloodline. They could only rely on the basic state of their physical fitness to run, so this result was already quite astonishing.

The physical tests continued as usual. It turned out that Lancelot did indeed have the confidence to back up his claims. None of the other test subjects surpassed his performance, with most finishing between 8 and 8.5 seconds.

Two female students caught Lu Chen's attention. One named Chen Motong ran a time of 7.991 seconds, while another named Susie ran a time of 7.993 seconds.

Lu Chen roughly understood the level of excellence among mixed-blood individuals.

Perhaps because they didn't follow the conventional enrollment process, Lu Chen and Chu Zihang were placed at the back of the line.

"Chu Zihang."

After being called, Chu Zihang nodded and stepped onto the track.

He stretched his limbs briefly, bending slightly. Even though his sports shirt was loose, the muscles on his back protruded prominently, resembling a wild leopard!

The muscles on his calves were clearly defined, like carved marble.

He took a deep breath and exerted force suddenly, like a bullet being fired.

"7.893 seconds."

When Professor Mans announced the result, everyone turned to look, surprised that this seemingly introverted young man had such explosive power.

Chu Zihang only nodded when he learned of his result, his face expressionless, making it hard for people to discern his thoughts. But in reality, he was somewhat satisfied because this was his best time.

"Lu Chen."

Finally, Lu Chen's name was called. Chu Zihang calmed his breathing and also looked at Lu Chen, curious about what kind of result this classmate, who was "a bit stronger," could achieve.