Zhang Jia was completely exhausted, lying on the ground like an old ox after long labor, gasping for breath nonstop.
Hao Jian yanked off the black cloth, allowing Zhang Jia's eyes to see the light once more.
And when Zhang Jia saw the landscape before him, he couldn't help but gasp in shock.
"You thought your limit was thirty meters, but you carried a burly man who weighs ninety pounds more than you for a hundred meters, Zhang Jia, don't tell me you can't do even better! This is definitely not your limit!" Hao Jian bent down seriously and said.
Zhang Jia was so stunned he couldn't speak, overcome by disbelief; he hadn't imagined he could crawl a hundred meters, thinking he had only reached thirty meters.
Those boys who initially thought they couldn't win now seemed to see a new hope.
If even Zhang Jia with his frail body could endure a hundred-meter distance, why couldn't they? Certainly, their limits had not yet been unearthed.
