The contraction frequency of the muscles had already reached its limit, with every fiber trembling under excessive load.
They spasmed, they wailed, as if on the verge of tearing apart at any moment.
Yet, under Fang Cheng's steely will, they miraculously endured.
335 meters/second!
336 meters/second!
......
The numbers on the screen of the sports watch continued to pulse.
The peak speed of the run was inching forward, albeit slightly.
Fang Cheng's entire body was shrouded in thick smoke, with faint sparks even visible.
It was the instantaneous evaporation of rain and sweat on the body's surface under incredible heat.
In the darkness, the rapidly moving white mist appeared particularly eerie and powerful under the pull of the streetlights.
Around Fang Cheng, in addition to steam generated by high-speed friction, there was also an invisible airstream.
This subtle and restrained airstream greatly reduced the headwind resistance, enhancing balance and coordination.
