The Five Supreme Techniques of Street Workout 0074

"Is that really the answer?"
"Indeed, knowledge is power!"
Chen Jue stared at the bold number—254 kilograms—displayed as the result, feeling that his time at Jiang University was truly worthwhile. It was, after all, a top institution; even a PE instructor here could easily solve such a complex physics calculation.
Why was it that his high school PE teacher always found an excuse or mysteriously fell ill whenever it was time for class?
Of course, the 254 kilograms of grip strength was not the most precise figure. Lacking the friction coefficient of that crucial nylon glove, it was only an estimated reference value.
Still, seeing this number made Chen Jue swallow hard.
As the athletes in his class often said, the highest recorded grip strength in the world stood at 192 kilograms, a record set by Samuelson, a Western European strongman champion and wrestling titleholder—a man so fierce that he could break an opponent's arm in an arm-wrestling match.
Yet, the 192-kilogram record was somewhat questionable; only reports and reposted news could be found online, with no actual footage.
Currently, the world’s grip strength experts all use a device called the GM150 grip trainer, and there’s an official leaderboard. The top spot belongs to Sergey, with 164.7 kilograms.
The national record is held by Lei Heng at 142 kilograms, ranking twelfth worldwide on the GM150 list.
As for Chen Jue, his best effort could only manage 85 kilograms on the grip trainer, not even breaking the national record, let alone challenging that million-yuan gold brick.
"254 kilograms probably isn't accurate," he mused.
"But now that I have this formula, I’ll just buy the same model of nylon glove used at the gold museum, measure the friction coefficient, and plug it into the calculation."
Pleased, Chen Jue jotted down the formula from the blackboard and returned to his seat.
With a concrete target, future grip training would be more purposeful.
He was a methodical person—set the goal first, then steadily work toward it.
With his attribute panel, Chen Jue was confident he could eventually bring home that seemingly impossible gold brick.
…
Thanks to Chen Jue’s initiative in class, the atmosphere among the PE students livened up, and a few more classmates started asking curious, out-of-the-box questions.
Even Mr. Sun, the instructor, was swept up in the energy, using his expertise in physics and mathematics to help answer students’ doubts.
According to Ma Qiang, his desk mate, Mr. Sun wasn’t actually their assigned PE teacher; his main field was mathematics and its applications in the neighboring department, and he had only taken a few sports training courses, making him a last-minute substitute.
As for their original teacher, Mr. Li, a family matter had forced him to take an extended leave, explaining the earlier lifelessness in class.
“So he’s been drafted as a temp.”
“No wonder the lecture felt so dry,” Chen Jue thought, recalling his college days.
Even at an average college, the quality of instruction varied greatly from one teacher to another—how much more so at a top university like Jiang?
As for judging a teacher’s competence, just observe if students doze off or play with their phones during class—the higher the quality of teaching, the fewer students lose focus.
…
After the last class of the afternoon, with the data and formula he wanted in hand, Chen Jue felt in high spirits and packed his bag for the track.
It was just past four o’clock, with daylight still plentiful—a perfect time for training.
Before leaving, the honest-looking Ma Qiang had even added him on WeChat, clearly impressed by Chen Jue’s flair for multitasking in class—twirling pens, squeezing grip trainers—and hoping to learn from his senior’s methods.
At the track, Chen Jue soon spotted some familiar faces.
Besides the president of the self-discipline club he’d met before, there were a few PE classmates in sportswear.

They were all sports majors, following daily training plans with guidance from professional coaches—much more likely to achieve results than self-directed athletes like Wang Xin.
"Hey, you’re here, senior!"
"What are you training today?" Wang Xin, resting by the horizontal bar, greeted him enthusiastically. Wang Xin was president of the Self-Discipline Club at Jiang University and always found time to work out in the equipment area, encouraging other members to join.
Seeing Chen Jue—the senior who could crank out forty pull-ups in a row—arrive, Wang Xin was eager to strike up a conversation.
"Upper body and core again today," Chen Jue replied with a smile, handing his bag to Wang Xin for safekeeping before jogging onto the track.
From his sports training textbook, he’d learned that a proper warm-up was essential before intense muscle workouts.
The body needs a transition period to shift from a resting to an active state; muscles and soft tissues can’t just leap into action at will.
A good warm-up reduces the risk of injury, improves circulation and metabolism, and helps the body shift smoothly into motion.
That’s why, in sports like soccer and basketball, substitutes are always told to warm up before entering the game.
Previously, Chen Jue had only done proper warm-ups during the few times he worked out at the gym with guidance from Li Chaoqun; otherwise, his training—such as skipping stones or darts—had always been unstructured, relying on his constitution to power through, which led to frequent strains and injuries.
Now, at Jiang University, with a more systematic approach to training, Chen Jue was determined to learn from past mistakes and use his growing knowledge to optimize his progress.
…
After three laps around the standard 400-meter track, alternating between brisk walking and jogging, Chen Jue felt sweat pouring from his body, his pores opening, and a comfortable warmth spreading through his muscles.
He knew his body was now primed for further exercise.
Jogging back to the equipment area, he saw Wang Xin leading a group of club members through push-ups, sit-ups, and pull-ups.
Chen Jue joined in, starting with a set of thirty standard push-ups to warm up his upper body.
Next, he approached the horizontal bar, gripped it tightly, and pulled himself up in a series of high pull-ups.
"If you want to work your core, senior, try the Hannibal Pull-Up!"
"It’s an advanced version of the high pull-up—watch, I’ll show you."
Wang Xin, having just finished coaching a member, grabbed the neighboring bar.
"Hannibal Pull-Up?" Chen Jue paused, hanging from the bar.
While doing the pull-up, Wang Xin lifted his legs straight out, tensing them until his body formed a perfect right angle—an "L" shape.
The onlookers all turned to watch; it was as if Wang Xin had triggered some secret power-up.
As he rose, he brought his thighs as close to the bar as possible—an impressive display of explosive strength that left the first-year club members wide-eyed.
To Chen Jue, though, this so-called Hannibal Pull-Up was essentially a high pull-up combined with a leg raise—very challenging, but undeniably cool.
Since core strength was a weakness of his, he decided to give it a try.
One, two, three—by the time he reached ten, his waist, abs, back, and thighs were burning with fatigue.
The sensation of his muscles battling gravity was intoxicating.
By the thirtieth Hannibal Pull-Up, he was flushed and gasping, his limbs and core numb with exhaustion.
At that moment, a notification appeared on his attribute panel:

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[Ding~]
[After a proper warm-up, you completed a set of high-intensity anaerobic exercise. Your core and limb muscle groups have been effectively trained. Your cardiac function and lung capacity have improved slightly.]
[Strength attribute +0.01]
[Constitution attribute +0.01]
[Free attribute +0.01]
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"I'm exhausted! Who on earth came up with this move?" Chen Jue let himself drop from the bar, his body stiff with post-workout muscle pump—a normal response that would soon subside.
Wang Xin clapped in admiration. "Amazing, senior! That move was designed by the king of street workouts, Hannibal! When I started, I could barely manage ten in a row."
"Hannibal, the king of street workouts?"
"Not the Hannibal who eats people?" Chen Jue’s interest was piqued; the name had only reminded him of that horror movie.
So the connection to the notorious cannibal was just a coincidence.
"Hannibal is the king of street fitness, a legendary American athlete! Moves like the human flag, Russian push-up, double planche, one-arm pull-up, and the front lever—these five extreme street workout techniques—were all invented by him," Wang Xin explained, demonstrating each move.
They were impressive, but the difficulty was extreme.
The Russian push-up, in particular, was so tough that even Wang Xin struggled; it required bracing your hands at your sides, lifting your body parallel to the ground, and doing push-ups in that position.
"No wonder they call them god-level moves!"
"Anyone who can pull these off would be a legend in real life," Chen Jue thought, his jaw aching just from watching.
These were several times harder than the Hannibal Pull-Up he’d just attempted.
Still, he felt a sense of relief.
Without these pioneers inventing such high-level exercises, his strength attribute wouldn’t have reached a perfect 1.00 so quickly!

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Name: Chen Jue
Strength: 1.00
Constitution: 1.37
Spirit: 1.11
Skills: [Hidden Weapons Throwing Lv5][Climbing Lv2][Horse Stance Lv2][Cuo Gu Dao Lv2][Ear Care Exercise Lv0][Eye Care Exercise (Mastered)][Basic Taiji]
Free Attribute Points: 0.07
(Character Evaluation: A healthy adult male with above-average strength. Your awakened willpower is guiding you toward a higher level; you are beginning to value your physical condition and seek to arm your mind with useful knowledge.)
(Friendly Reminder: Continue to pay close attention to any hidden health issues. Since medication has limited effect, why not explore other methods and approaches?)