Rutherford didn't think too much about it. David's body looked quite ordinary.
Rutherford was a track athlete, but he also trained in boxing occasionally.
Of course, he didn't train to compete in the ring. Instead, he trained the coordination of his arms.
Sprinters, in particular, needed a high level of coordination to swing their arms.
Running in a different posture might even result in a 0.1 second difference.
Rutherford watched David's punches and chuckled. David's punches were very substandard.
However, the moment David punched, the entire sandbag was broken. The sand inside shot out from the other side.
Rutherford's eyes widened as he stared at David in shock.
"Amazing."
"Sorry, I broke your sandbag," David said apologetically.
"No … it's fine … Are you a professional boxer?"
"No, I'm a police officer."
"Have you participated in FDD before?"
FDD was a boxing competition held by the American police every year. The participants were all elites from all over the country.
According to the rules of boxing, these elites couldn't compare to boxing champions. However, according to the rules of kickboxing, one elite could beat three boxing champions.
"No."
Rutherford asked curiously, "Then how come your punches are so strong?"
"Ask Chen." David pointed at Chen Zhao.
Rutherford turned his head in confusion and looked at Chen Zhao.
"I brought him here to show you my results. I have a way to improve a person's fitness permanently. This is his blood sample." Chen Zhao handed the blood sample to Rufford. "Rufford, you're right." Rufford nodded.
Rutherford could understand the report. After all, he did more than a hundred blood and urine tests every year. He was very clear about the data.
Of course, blood tests were often done to understand the athlete's condition.
The data could clearly reflect the athlete's current condition.
Rutherford looked at the clearer data and couldn't help but gasp.
The data of this blood sample was much better than what he, a professional athlete, could achieve.
In fact, many top athletes might not even have such data.
In particular, the ratio of red blood cells was 2.4 times that of a normal person.
What did this mean?
This meant that David's body had greater aerobic endurance than normal people. He could carry more oxygen.
If David were to run a long-distance race, he would be able to get a very good result with this data.
Of course, to be at the top of the world, one needed not only physical fitness, but also professionalism and a bit of luck.
David was also very outstanding in other aspects, almost reaching the top in all of them.
"David, you're also Chen's patient?"
"No, I'm his lab rat." David didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Rutherford's eyes lit up. "Now I understand why you're so confident in investing in me."
"Do you have some equipment to test the body?"
"I have a water tank, running equipment, and boxing equipment. I don't have anything else. I can't afford anything too expensive."
Of course, some data tests didn't require any equipment.
For example, bench press, deadlift, and squat, they only needed a barbell and a barbell loop.
"I brought David here today not only to treat your leg injury, but also to do a data test for him."
"No problem … David also plans to become a professional athlete?"
"No, no, no," David said, shaking his head. "I'm very satisfied with my current job. I don't plan to become an athlete."
The three data tests were simple. David first did the squat test. His squat force reached 275 kilograms, and his weight was 75 kilograms. This exceeded the world record in this weight class.
Next was the bench press. His limit was 234 kilograms, also exceeding the world record.
The third was the deadlift. His limit was 295 kilograms, close to the world record.
Rutherford was dumbfounded. It was difficult for a super strong athlete to break a world record, but it wasn't strange. However, breaking three world records was enough to shock the sports world.
Squats, bench presses, and deadlifts focused on different muscle strength.
For example, squats required training of the knee, calf, thigh, waist, and shoulder muscles.
Bench presses focused on the arm, shoulder, and chest muscles. Deadlifts and squats were similar, but different. It was almost impossible to reach the limit in all three at the same time.
Rutherford looked at David's body. He really couldn't tell that his body contained such great strength.
"You're not Captain America, are you?" Rutherford joked.
"If I wear the uniform, maybe I can be Captain America."
Then he did the water race. The water race mainly tested the muscle structure, endurance, activity, and heat release.
This was a test all track and field athletes had to go through. Rutherford's despair was that his data couldn't compare to David at all. If David practiced sprinting, he could easily run the 100 meters in 9.9 seconds, or even faster.
He was like an all-rounder. All his data was almost perfect.
"Chen, you decide what kind of treatment and rehabilitation I need next." Rutherford was already in awe of Chen Zhao. Chen Zhao's professionalism was enough to make a non-professional athlete have data close to the limits of humans.
At least, no coach or doctor in the world could do this.
"David, you really don't want to consider becoming a professional athlete? I can invest in you, "Chen Zhao said, smiling.
With David's current fitness, he would almost definitely get a good result in any competition he participated in. This investment would definitely be profitable.
"Chen, isn't it enough that you have Rutherford?"
"If I can ensure my investment returns, I won't mind making an extra profit."
"Forget it. I prefer to be a police officer."
"Or a superhero," Rutherford said, chuckling.
"Oh, Rutherford, you don't have any other conflicts with your previous club, right?"
"No. Those d * mned guys already abandoned me."
"What about the qualification for the star invitational?"
"I applied for it. It's my own spot. I'm just worried about whether I can stand on the track in a month. Chen, is a month enough?"
"Of course. I'll let you shock the world at the star invitational."
"Oh, someone who calls himself a coach contacted me this morning. He said that you introduced him to me. What do you think of him?"
"I don't know about his professionalism, but he's cheap enough," Chen Zhao said, chuckling.
Chen Zhao wasn't rich himself. Even if he made an investment, he had to consider the cost, so he would save as much as possible.
After finishing Rutherford's treatment, Chen Zhao reminded him a few more things.
Compared to yesterday, Rutherford was clearly more confident and optimistic today.
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