Chapter Seventy-Eight: Terrifying Training Performance

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“Dad, why did Anyi leave?” After being out for a full half hour, Wei Dong finally returned to the office. As soon as he entered, he found his father, Wei Qinghai, sitting alone behind the desk, lost in thought, and Qin Anyi was nowhere to be seen. Puzzled, he asked, “He had some things to take care of and left early,” Wei Qinghai replied casually.

“Huh? Weren’t we supposed to have dinner together tonight? Why didn’t he even say goodbye to me?” Wei Dong said as he started to pull out his phone to call Qin Anyi, but his father stopped him.

“No need. Now may not be the right time for dinner together,” Wei Qinghai smiled.

“What happened, Dad? What did you talk about? You didn’t have a fight, did you? He’s my best friend… If it weren’t for Anyi, we wouldn’t have achieved such a great victory this time. Dad, don’t judge him with your politician’s eyes,” Wei Dong finally sensed something was off and spoke nervously.

Wei Qinghai couldn’t help but laugh, waving his hand in resignation. “I won’t deny that at first I had my doubts. After all, he’s just a high school student. But after our conversation, I realized his insight and courage are truly remarkable—far beyond his years. He can see straight to the heart of a matter and, even facing me, speaks freely and confidently. That’s an incredible quality. But I must say, he still carries the impulsiveness and unrealistic idealism of youth.”

“That’s right, not just anyone could be my friend,” Wei Dong said, basking in the praise for Anyi as if it reflected on himself.

“I’m not praising you, what are you so proud of!” Wei Qinghai snorted. “But being friends with Qin Anyi means these three years at school weren’t wasted.”

“Dad, Anyi and I are real friends!” Wei Dong protested.

“Remember, even true friends must strive to stay on equal footing. Every relationship has its prerequisites and foundation. If the gap between you grows too wide, even the deepest bonds will eventually fade. You can’t expect a king and a beggar to remain friends, even if they were once inseparable as children. Zhu Yuanzhang is the best example.” Wei Qinghai closed his eyes, seeming a bit weary. “No matter what, strive to be someone useful to others.”

After leaving the city government building, Qin Anyi felt a heaviness in his heart. Logically, after expressing the pent-up frustration he’d been holding back in front of the city’s leader, he should have felt relieved. Yet, try as he might, he couldn’t find that sense of release.

He suddenly realized that the government was not unaware of the problems he’d brought up. The reason those issues persisted and even worsened, despite their awareness, was simply because the ruling class’s needs were entirely different from those they ruled. When their fundamental interests collide, the rulers will always resort to appeasement and deception.

Wei Qinghai had been very honest, making Qin Anyi understand this point. And from every angle, Wei Qinghai had done nothing wrong. Still, Qin Anyi found it hard to accept, as if some long-held self-delusions had shattered all at once.

Since ancient times, people in this country believed that if an official wouldn’t serve the people, he might as well go home and sell sweet potatoes. The most longed-for figure was always someone like Lord Bao—a righteous, incorruptible public servant who took the people’s suffering as his own. Though the nation’s tradition was built on bureaucracy, powerful propaganda had ensured that no one truly saw themselves as the governed. This made public dissent easy to suppress or redirect, unless life grew so unbearable that action became the only option—otherwise, revolution would never come.

Qin Anyi was simply unprepared for the truth. When it hit him, he felt utterly stifled…

He pulled out his phone and called Wang Yiran, telling her he wanted to come over immediately and use her training room. Though puzzled by his sudden request, Wang Yiran didn’t ask questions and agreed without hesitation.

He took a taxi and soon arrived at Wang Yiran’s villa. After nodding to her, he rushed straight into the training room. Wang Yiran, watching Qin Anyi’s troubled expression, couldn’t make sense of it at all. She closed the villa’s main door and curiously followed him into the training room, only to be stunned by the sight of Qin Anyi throwing himself into a frenzy of training.

The training room had three main sections: physical conditioning, physical ability testing, and virtual combat training. Qin Anyi, upon entering, immediately started with the physical conditioning, not even bothering to change into training clothes, keeping his weighted vest on at all times. Yet his efficiency was not affected in the slightest.

With his body further enhanced, the weight of the vest had become negligible for him, allowing his training speed to reach a terrifying level.

“One minute, continuous punches: maximum force, three hundred thirty kilograms; minimum, two hundred seventy kilograms. Two minutes, continuous kicks: maximum force, four hundred twenty kilograms; minimum, three hundred forty kilograms. Full-body impact training: except for vital spots, sustained hits of four hundred kilograms, thirty-two consecutive times…”

Wang Yiran stood speechless, watching the instruments display these inhuman numbers. Before she could comment, Qin Anyi had already jumped onto the specialized treadmill without any rest.

“You… your speed…” Wang Yiran’s eyes widened as she watched Qin Anyi run on the treadmill. After a few seconds of acceleration, the treadmill’s speed hit eleven meters per second! And this was a treadmill—running on it imposed far greater demands on the body. To achieve eleven meters per second here meant that in a real sprint, he could easily reach ten meters per second—breaking the national record!

Most astonishing of all, Qin Anyi maintained that speed throughout. Wang Yiran watched as he ran for a full minute without fatigue. Science says a normal human can only sustain their top speed for twenty seconds at most, but Qin Anyi easily shattered that limit, and showed no sign of stopping.

Wang Yiran swallowed hard, placing her hand on her mouth, her face frozen in shock. She could only stare as Qin Anyi kept running, his body’s rhythm unwavering.

Nine minutes. Five kilometers.

Finally, Qin Anyi slowed, leapt off the treadmill, and sprawled breathlessly on the training ground. Wang Yiran let out a sigh of relief—so he did get tired after all. But the result was terrifying: faster than the world record by four minutes, maintaining peak speed the entire time, with no slowing or rest.

No normal human could possibly do this!

Wang Yiran gazed in awe at Qin Anyi, lying on the floor and gasping for breath, his body drenched in sweat, and realized with shock: could it be that he had already unlocked his body’s full potential?