Super Rich: Rebirth of the Top-Tier Rich Second Generation

Jiang Yan walked to the starting line, but he did not adopt the standard professional crouch start posture of track and field athletes.

Because it is not needed.

He simply stood there casually.

Gently press the balls of your feet onto the pressure pedal and lean your body slightly forward.

The black pupils locked onto the infrared laser receiver twenty meters away.

At that moment, his breathing slowed down.

All the sounds around seemed to have been muted.

In my mind, all that remained were the signal, the muscles, the ground, and the finish line.

The genetically optimized nervous system was mobilized to its maximum in that instant.

Each neural pathway is like a high-speed fiber optic cable that has been re-laid.

Waiting for the signal to drop.

Lu Ming stood behind the control panel, his finger pressing the electronic command button.

"preparation--"

next second.

"Beep—!"

A short, sharp electronic signal echoed through the empty testing room!

Lu Ming's finger had just pressed the button.

His eyes were only just beginning to look at the starting line.

But in that very instant...

Jiang Yan, who was at the starting line, has disappeared.

Jiang Yan vanished from the spot as if swallowed by air.

The pressure-sensitive pedal emitted a muffled sound.

Immediately afterwards, a black afterimage tore through the air, carrying a fierce wind pressure, and swept past the plastic track.

There is no transition of action!

There's no sense of acceleration from a standstill!

It was a black afterimage that defied aerodynamics, tearing through the air resistance and traversing the short twenty-meter distance as if it were teleporting!

too fast.

It was so fast that Lu Ming's naked eye couldn't even catch the complete movement.

He only felt a sudden gust of wind sweep past him.

The collar was blown back by the wind.

Even his body, which was standing next to the finish line, subconsciously leaned back slightly.

"call--!"

Jiang Yan has already passed through the infrared laser beam.

He came to a steady stop in front of the crash cushion at the end of the finish line.

The infrared timer screen lights up.

Two lines of numbers, precise to the extreme, appeared mercilessly on the screen.

[Starting reaction time: 0.087 seconds]

[20-meter sprint time: 2.33 seconds]

"Clang..."

The electronic command button and recorder in Lu Ming's hand fell to the ground once again, without any suspense.

He didn't pick it up.

He froze on the spot, his eyes fixed on the first line of numbers on the screen.

0.087 seconds!

How is this possible?!

This is a field that even common scientific sense cannot explain!

The fastest starting reaction time in the known history of the 100-meter sprint, as recognized by the IAAF, is 0.104 seconds!

Because sound signals are received from the ears, transmitted to the brain, and then the brain issues instructions to activate muscle fibers.

This physical conduction process has a time limit!

If the reaction time is less than 0.1 seconds, it will be automatically judged as a "false start" by the IAAF's instruments!

According to the standards of human science, the transmission of neural electrical signals in carbon-based organisms cannot be shorter than this time!

But now, 0.087 seconds! Jiang Yan not only didn't jump the gun, but his nerve endings reacted to the sound of the signal even before the sound waves traveled!

This shows that the neural synapses throughout his body have completely transcended the definition of human biology!

And the 20-meter acceleration time of "2.33 seconds" below is even more terrifying!

He was even faster than Bolt's first twenty minutes when he broke the world record.

This means that if placed on a standard 100-meter outdoor track, once Jiang Yan completes the first half of the race with maximum acceleration and maintains his top speed...

His final 100-meter time is very likely to break into the alarming 8-second or even 7-second range!

Leaving those world-class sprinters, hailed as "lightning bolts," far behind in an unseen era!

"No...this isn't real...God..."

Lu Ming dared not think any further.

That's not a result.

That was a disaster.

It was a disaster for the entire track and field system.

All training models, all material selection criteria, and all papers on the limits of the human body had to be rewritten.

Lu Ming covered his head with both hands.

He felt that his values ​​had not just been shattered.

"Mr. Jiang..." Lu Ming's Adam's apple bobbed, his voice tight.

"Are you sure... you've never trained in sprinting before?"

Jiang Yan turned around and slowly walked back, his breathing still steady.

For him, that 20-meter sprint was just like an ordinary person taking two quick steps.

"I haven't practiced it."

"But it seems that the body is responding well now."

good?

When Lu Ming heard those two words, he almost fainted.

Is 0.087 seconds okay?

Is 2.33 seconds for 20 meters considered acceptable?

What do you mean by "not bad"? Isn't this just taking off from the spot?

Lu Ming felt like laughing, but he couldn't.

He could only stare at the screen, as if it were some kind of forbidden evidence that had fallen from the sky.

This data cannot be transmitted.

Absolutely not.

Not even a decimal point is allowed.

Once leaked, it will alarm not only the sports world, but also the fields of sports medicine, biology, and even higher-level institutions.

Jiang Yan is not an athlete.

He is a walking nuclear bomb sample.

For the first time, Lu Ming felt incredibly fortunate that he had signed that confidentiality agreement.

A penalty of 100 million yuan for breach of contract?

Now it seems perfectly reasonable.

It's even a bit cheap.