Huff——
Huff——
In the vast underground space, Cheng Ye staggered to a stop, his hands braced firmly on his knees, panting heavily.
Large beads of sweat poured out from every pore, rolling down his skin, pooling into a puddle even before the medical team could approach.
Clenching his teeth, he forced himself not to kneel, an invisible willpower blazing fiercely at this moment.
A marathon is only 42.195 kilometers in total.
But the distance he had to run in a day, calculated at a speed of 6 meters per second, was a staggering 384 kilometers, equivalent to running nine marathons a day.
From five in the morning until ten at night, he had only an hour of rest in those seventeen hours.
Even with the Zeye Physique and an extensive medical team, this condition couldn't be described as "fatigue," it was more like having half of his soul ripped out of his body.
By the third day of running, Cheng Ye had lost all feeling in his body.
