The first round of the competition begins.

A test of endurance and efficiency.

Everyone in the team needs to complete each checkpoint set by Chen Che in sequence.

Team endurance run.

On a treadmill made of steel pipes, each person's ankle has a counter attached, which calculates how many meters you've run based on the strides you take.

This kind of light industrial product is hard to find in the Wasteland, Chen Che spent some points to redeem it from the system.

The 20-person team must run a total of 200 kilometers.

That means ten kilometers per person.

When Xia Na saw Chen Che give the start command, everyone in the first queue began to run frantically.

The treadmill is a sloped surface welded from steel pipes, with more than ten pipes forming an incline. When you step on it, the pipes roll, requiring no electric power but making it much harder to run on.

To proceed to the next checkpoint, the team's total kilometers must reach 200.

Xia Na noticed that everyone in the first queue seemed to be going all out, as if afraid of holding the team back.

She couldn't understand, why be so crazy? What's the harm in slowing down a bit?

Chen Che knew what Xia Na was thinking and said calmly, "If one person slows down, it hinders the entire team's progress. This sense of team honor is quite a significant pressure.

Especially when this state of competition begins to permeate everyone."

Jokingly, he'd prepped for so long; if these people couldn't even show this bit of enthusiasm, what was he fostering them for?

Recalling the military training during school days, each class competed on who could sing louder; this competitive state applies everywhere.

Competing with classmates in school, colleagues at work, politicians in the government.

A human's life is essentially a kill-or-be-killed race on the path of competition.

The human bodies in the Wasteland are indeed formidable.

The total time taken by the first queue to run 200 kilometers was 7 minutes.

This made Chen Che grin, with each person running merely 17 minutes for ten kilometers on average.

Well, any random street thug in this Wasteland could enter the barracks of the civilized world and be a warrior king.

After completing the first task, everyone in the first queue immediately removed the counters from their ankles and jumped into the mud pit for the second task.

The team completed 200 log squats.

All other teams stood aside watching the first queue speed up frantically.

Suddenly, the atmosphere became contagious.

The other queues started growing inexplicably tense.

You could ask them to kill someone, cut off a person's head as a stool or urinal, and they wouldn't be this nervous, but now they're tense just because of the speed up of the first queue.

The 20 people rushed into the mud pit without hesitation, led by a woman.

Under the Wasteland's ethos, Chen Che made no distinction based on gender—every soldier's the same!

Whoever is capable leads, and those who lack skills are placed behind.

No talking of physiological concessions.

The woman in the first queue, white, about 1.7 meters tall, weighs at least 200 pounds, and it's not fat, but real muscle.

Chen Che remembered her, Lillian.

A bold and grand woman, she likes tender-skinned men. The first thing she does when she has money is to visit brothels.

It's said that the gigolos from brothels shiver at the mention of her name.

A bold woman, yet just as full of power.

Charging into the mud pit, she leads the way lifting the log, looking at the panting men behind, with bull-like eyes wide, she curses, "Damn it, you guys letting women drain you? Not worth an old fellow like me! Lift the damn thing, I want to be number one! Damn your grandpas, whoever drags me back today serves me as a maid tonight!"

Wow!

With these words, everyone in the first queue, who had just finished running and were exhausted, instantly moved as if they were injected with adrenaline, lifting that thousand-pound log, started a wild squat.

Even men in other queues shivered subconsciously hearing these words.

Both Chen Che and Bobby instinctively shivered.

This stimulant is really potent.

Standing high above, Chen Che with his hands behind, watched the frenzy below, his gaze equally fervent.

This is what he wants to cultivate, this is what he needs!

Having completed 200 squats, everyone's legs had already reached their limit.

But it's not enough, there is still a third checkpoint!

Exactly 200 sandbags, each weighing 200 pounds.

The 20 people must carry all these 200 sandbags to the other end of the warehouse 100 meters away.

Lillian's chest heaved violently as she climbed out of the mud pit, casually wiped her face, only making it dirtier, and shouted loudly, "What's going on! Each of you is black and strong, stronger than those gigolos I sleep with! How can your legs be softer than those pretty boys? Damn it! The boss is watching, this is the last checkpoint! Lift up! After this, I'll find women for you to sleep with!"

Chen Che couldn't help the corners of his mouth lifting; perhaps it was Lillian's intense words that worked, or maybe it was the infectious atmosphere.

A rush of excitement never before felt in the Wasteland began to spread.

Dragging their exhausted bodies, everyone frantically lifted the sandbags and started moving them.

Total time: 34 minutes.

After moving the last sandbag, everyone in the first queue lay flat on the ground, filthy and exhausted.

Chen Che was the first to applaud, followed by a thunderous round of applause.

In the eyes of those in the other queues, there was no fear, no retreat, only excitement and eagerness.

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