(The previous chapter had errors about speed, which have been corrected.)
Feeling alone isn't accurate; it's highly subjective.
An adult's stride is about seventy-five centimeters long. Next, Chen Li measured the ground step by step with his feet, then ran again while silently counting seconds, and eventually estimated his speed at roughly sixty meters per second.
Of course, this was still a rough estimate; the margin of error was huge. Moreover, the terrain he ran across was the wilderness, uneven and complex, covered with lush weeds and vines.
If he wasn't careful, he would be tripped up and thrown into mid-air.
But then again, this wasn't Earth. There were no synthetic tracks here, and reality wasn't some sentimental race. When he truly needed to make a run for it, the terrain would probably be even more challenging.
As a comparative test, Chen Li then took off his robe and tried again.
