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Chapter 112: The Race for Speed
(Thanks to the Alliance Lord 'Zhang Pianpian Meow' Ives)
Yu Xinghan finished his promotional line with a smirk, already knowing the 100,000 credit ad fee would hit his account any second. He waved casually at the camera, then slowly descended from the arena stage.
Song Hailong stared coldly at the giant screen, his expression unreadable—no flicker of surprise, no shift in emotion. The outcome of this match had been foreseen long ago.
Of all the people here, Song Hailong believed he understood Yu Xinghan’s strength better than anyone else.
“This Physical Fitness Competition’s first place… there’s no doubt it belongs to him,” he thought. “The rest are just fighting for second.”
“To defeat him? That won’t happen overnight.”
A firm resolve settled in Song Hailong’s heart. Whether it took one year or two, he would, in high school, surpass this strongest opponent the world had ever seen.
In an instant, he blurred forward—his thick, powerful leg swinging like a battering ram, aiming to sweep Yu Xinghan off his feet as he walked.
Crack!
Yu Xinghan casually lifted his leg, intercepting the strike with effortless ease.
The clash of force exploded between them, sending a shockwave rippling outward.
Yu Xinghan chuckled, shaking his head. “Too direct. I’ve told you a hundred times—be subtle. Hide your hostility. That kind of blunt attack? It’s useless against me.”
Song Hailong didn’t flinch. “I’ll strike you—fine. But I’ll defeat you fairly, openly.”
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Audience Stand
Gang Shan stared in awe. “Yu Xinghan… that body… is he even a freshman?”
Le Jingchen nodded. “Golden Core Disciple, and reportedly the last disciple of Xinghuo Immortal. The resources poured into him? No ordinary student can compare.”
“Most likely, he’ll take first place in every round of this High School Sports Competition.”
After watching Yu Xinghan’s performance in the previous round, Le Jingchen had already reached one conclusion: the Physical Fitness Competition crown was already Yu Xinghan’s for the taking.
Now, his mission was clear—diminish the impact of Yu Xinghan’s cultivation techniques, amplify the narrative around his Golden Core Disciple status, and ideally, frame every victory as a result of Xinghuo Immortal’s influence.
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Rest Area – Songyang High School
Bai Zhenzhen glared at the screen, replaying Yu Xinghan’s flawless performance. “Damn it… that Golden Core Disciple really is monstrous.”
“I won’t stand a chance until my Physical Strength Level breaks 5.0.”
But then her eyes flicked to Zhang Yu beside her. “Still… I think you might have a shot at beating him.”
Zhang Yu sipped water, smiling. “Oh? So you’re the only one who believes in me?”
Bai Zhenzhen raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Who else shares your sharp eyes?”
Zhang Yu laughed. “Well, obviously, me.”
They shared a grin.
Bai Zhenzhen continued. “That guy’s got an edge—some kind of hidden advantage. He got lucky in the first round. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have pulled ahead like that.”
“But when it comes to raw power and speed? His Physical Strength Level is just a bit higher than yours. But I think your control is far superior.”
Zhang Yu nodded silently. He knew—on this battlefield, no one matched his mastery of muscle control or the precision of force generation.
Even though his Physical Strength Level was only 4.95, his ability to channel and unleash power was on par with students at Level 5.0 and above—maybe even surpassing them.
He instinctively touched his chest.
If he’d had a little more time—just a few more days for his heart to strengthen—he’d have been certain to outpace Yu Xinghan in pure speed and strength.
But now?
He had to win the next two events, and do so with a decisive lead—enough to outscore Yu Xinghan in the overall rankings.
Pressure surged.
Zhang Yu downed a stamina potion, seizing every second to recover from the previous match’s exhaustion.
Beside him, He Dayou listened to their conversation, silently rolling his eyes. A mocking laugh echoed in his mind—two fools, still dreaming of greatness.
But he said nothing.
Because even if they were delusional, their results had already buried him, He Dayou, beneath their shadow.
In short, Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen had, without him even realizing it, earned the right to be reckless in front of him.
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After about half an hour of rest, the arena walls suddenly trembled—then began to descend.
A circular track unfolded before everyone’s eyes.
The third round of the Physical Fitness Competition was about to begin.
Simple in concept: a 5,000-meter race. Time-based scoring. Maximum score: 75 points.
No Martial Energy allowed. Only pure physical power.
Techniques like Racing Leg and Elevator Leap—those reliant on Martial Energy—were strictly prohibited.
In such a contest, simple, efficient running was the optimal method.
To ordinary people, 5,000 meters was long. To high school students? A sprint.
Most of the race could be run at full speed.
Wang Hai studied the rules on the screen. “The key here is pushing your body to its absolute limit—maximizing raw speed.”
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Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen attached their Martial Energy detection patches and stepped onto the starting line in order.
Those who hadn’t placed in the top 20 of the last round were eliminated.
Now, only twenty remained.
All wore identical track suits and shoes provided by Ziyun High School—no one could cheat with hidden Immortal Dao Technology in their gear.
This was a Sports Competition. Pure physical strength was the standard. Drugs were allowed. But altering clothing or footwear? That was a serious violation.
Zhang Yu glanced at the competitors beside him—Song Hailong, Hu Yuntao, Xiong Wenwu… and Yu Xinghan.
He took a deep breath, activated the Tianwu Cultivation of the Heart Scripture, and cleared his mind of all distractions.
Only one thought remained.
Beat them all.
At the very moment he activated the technique, Yu Xinghan suddenly turned—his eyes locking onto Zhang Yu’s.
Zhang Yu, sensing it, looked back.
In each other’s gaze, they saw the same unyielding battle spirit.
They both realized—the other was also using the Tianwu Cultivation of the Heart Scripture.
Yu Xinghan smiled faintly.
The third-place finisher from last round… he knows the technique too? Right, Li Shijie mentioned she’d found a suitable successor here…
With a subtle motion, Yu Xinghan mouthed two words toward Zhang Yu.
“Catch up.”
Then he turned forward again, eyes fixed ahead.
3…
2…
1…
The starting gun echoed.
Twenty athletes tensed every muscle. The air around them seemed to freeze.
Bang!
Like twenty cannons firing at once, a storm of motion erupted.
Twenty blurred figures shot forward—leaving afterimages in their wake.
At the front, leading the pack from the very first stride, was Hu Yuntao.
The half-dragon student from Hongta High School was now on all fours, his body covered in shimmering dragon scales that rose and fell with each powerful contraction of his muscles. A dazzling spectrum of light danced across his form.
His natural four-legged gait gave him a massive advantage at the start—launching him forward like a living meteor, surging ahead by dozens of meters in an instant.
Wind howled past him, stinging his eyes—now glowing crimson from the surge of nerves and blood.
“Father Lord… watch me. I’ll take first here!”
The memory of his father’s scolding after the last Martial Arts Competition burned in his mind—shame, humiliation, fear.
The dread of being expelled. The terror of returning to the factory.
For two months, these thoughts had driven him to push beyond every limit.
Each time he remembered the brothers and sisters who’d died on the Assembly Line, he’d find new strength in his body.
And now, he wasn’t alone.
His father’s blood—filtered through the bodies of his fallen siblings—had been infused into him.
The Black Dragon Bloodline was awakening.
He could feel their presence now—flickering through his veins like a firestorm, fueling his body with terrifying power.
Boom!
His feet slammed into the track, sending a shockwave of air.
“I can win!”
“This first place…”
But then—darkness.
A shadow fell over him.
A voice, calm and cool, came from his side.
“Little kitty… not bad for a start.”
“What?!” Hu Yuntao snapped his head around.
Yu Xinghan had already shot past him like a falling star—growing farther with every stride.
“This guy!” Hu Yuntao roared, veins bulging as his dragon blood boiled.
Heat erupted from his body, and he surged forward again—faster, harder.
He could hear the voices of his brothers and sisters screaming in his blood.
“Run!”
“Hurry, Yuntao!”
“Get out of the factory!”
The gate behind him seemed to open—yet the moment he slowed, even slightly, it would slam shut, swallowing him whole.
But the more he pushed, the more distant Yu Xinghan became.
Like a star in the sky—no matter how hard he ran, how much he sacrificed, he couldn’t close the gap.
His frantic acceleration disrupted his rhythm. His large frame created massive drag. His stamina evaporated.
Then another gust of wind swept past.
Song Hailong. Zhang Yu. Bai Zhenzhen. Le Mulan—all of them passed him in quick succession.
Hu Yuntao stared in horror.
He was sprinting with all his might—but as each competitor overtook him, it felt like he was being dragged backward, pulled deeper into the factory’s endless dark.
And the gate… the gate behind him—had changed.
Now, it was a vast, gaping dragon’s maw.
And it was about to swallow him whole.
(End of Chapter)
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