Chapter 113: Challenging Yu Xinghan
After Song Hailong surpassed Hu Yuntao, he found himself in second place on the track. Yet, there was no joy on his face—only a sharp, unwavering gaze fixed on the distant figure of Yu Xinghan.
“That man…”
For Song Hailong, Yu Xinghan was the only true opponent in this race.
At that moment, Song Hailong’s entire body seemed to contract—his muscles tightly coiled, his frame leaner than ever, exuding a sleek, aerodynamic grace. This was the result of his mastery over Artificial Demon Muscle, a biomechanical enhancement that allowed users to reshape their bodies based on control precision. With enough discipline, the external demonic traits could be retracted, refining the physique for peak performance.
For Song Hailong—a scholar who had already undergone elephant muscle implants—the adaptation was seamless. In fact, he could temporarily alter his body’s form to optimize speed, a technique that, while sacrificing control and sustainability, delivered explosive bursts of velocity perfect for this final stretch.
Every muscle fiber pulsed with stored tension, like steel springs coiled to the limit, ready to unleash torrents of kinetic energy. Blood surged with every violent heartbeat, flooding every muscle with power, carrying potent medicinal compounds deep into his limbs and organs.
“But it’s still not enough,” he thought. “Not nearly enough.”
To defeat Yu Xinghan, this wasn’t enough.
He remembered every defeat—his repeated failures in Dao Heart, Martial Energy, sports, martial arts, and Daoist techniques—each one a humiliating loss at the hands of that man. He recalled the public shame, the humiliation of kneeling before him, the disappointment in his father’s eyes, the scorn from his older brother.
Yet he knew one thing: he had to endure.
“To beat Yu Xinghan… I must close the gap, one step at a time.
To expect to leap ahead in an instant—like a flash of lightning—would be an insult to his talent, and a disrespect to the wealth of the Golden Core Immortal.”
He clenched his jaw. “I’ll remember this loss.
One day… I will defeat you.”
For Song Hailong, finishing second wasn’t a victory—it was a stain on his soul, a humiliation he would never forget.
But then, abruptly, his eyes flickered.
From the corner of his vision, a sharp whoosh split the air—two figures darted past him from both sides, surging forward like blades through wind.
Zhang Yu thought to himself, Thanks, Old Song. You shielded us from the drag. Now, I’ll push to full sprint.
Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen, who had been conserving energy just behind Song Hailong, suddenly unleashed their full power.
Seeing them streak ahead like lightning, Song Hailong’s eyes widened in shock.
How…? These two have lower Physical Strength Levels than me… yet they’re faster? They’ve surpassed me?!
He tried to chase them—but found he couldn’t keep up.
Have I slowed down?
No… they’re accelerating! These two… how can they go even faster?!
He stared hard at the figures ahead—Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen—watching their muscles ripple, contract, expand with unnatural precision.
Is Bai Zhenzhen practicing a speed-oriented Body-Refining Technique?
The rhythm of her movements was flawless, fluid—her body light as air.
He had to admit: he could outmuscle her, but in speed, he was clearly behind.
As for Zhang Yu…
Even beneath his tight-fitting athletic suit, Song Hailong could clearly see the contours of his muscles—each one a seamless extension of the next, glowing with a radiant, almost artistic brilliance with every motion, every burst of power.
Only someone with Song Hailong’s mastery of the body could perceive such intricacy—the flawless harmony of flesh and force. It was a masterpiece of biological engineering, a testament to absolute control.
Zhang Yu… he’s channeling every ounce of power in his body… perfectly.
Zhang Yu’s Physical Strength Level might not surpass Song Hailong’s—but his control, his mastery over his own flesh, and the sheer velocity he unleashed in this moment… it left Song Hailong dazzled.
It was like how everyone has electromagnetic potential—but not everyone can fire an electromagnetic cannon.
And yet, here stood Zhang Yu—his Physical Strength Level slightly lower than Song Hailong’s—yet radiating an aura of overwhelming strength, a familiar power.
That… is Yu Xinghan.
Could Zhang Yu’s control over his entire body… really be on par with Yu Xinghan’s?
Zhang Yu’s silhouette grew farther away, and Song Hailong strained with all his might—but no matter how hard he pushed, he couldn’t close the gap.
It was the same feeling he’d had every time he tried to catch up to Yu Xinghan.
And in that moment, the image of Zhang Yu ahead of him blurred… merging with the back of Yu Xinghan.
No—not merging.
They’re not merging…
Shit… Zhang Yu’s actually catching up to Yu Xinghan?!
In Song Hailong’s stunned disbelief, Zhang Yu not only passed him—but then surged ahead of Bai Zhenzhen, accelerating relentlessly, faster and faster.
Each stride grew lighter, each moment spanning dozens of meters, as if he were soaring toward the sky, reaching for the stars. And the star he was closing in on—shimmering, radiant—was Yu Xinghan.
Song Hailong’s heart jolted.
He’s challenging Yu Xinghan?
Challenging the man who stands above all others in physical supremacy?
On the front line, Yu Xinghan’s third eye—centered on his forehead—clearly saw the approaching figure.
A slow smile curled on his lips.
“Oh? You’re really catching up, huh?”
At a moment when everyone was pushing their bodies to the absolute limit, Yu Xinghan suddenly turned his head—his eyes locking onto Zhang Yu.
And then, in a voice cutting through the wind, he spoke:
“I know you.
You’re the one I eliminated, aren’t you?
If it weren’t for me, you’d have been taken as a disciple by my Master.”
“So… do you hate me?”
Zhang Yu didn’t respond.
He had no energy to waste on words. His entire focus was on victory—whether the opponent was Song Hailong or Yu Xinghan, they were merely obstacles to overcome.
Win this race.
Qualify for the Top Ten.
Climb Kunxu Second Layer… with A Zhen.
In that instant, Zhang Yu channeled every ounce of his body’s power—just as he had in countless nights of relentless training. Though he couldn’t activate Martial Energy, he still unleashed the raw, unbridled force of his flesh and blood.
And somehow, sensing the unwavering resolve in Zhang Yu’s eyes, Yu Xinghan chuckled.
“Not bad.
Not bad at all.
You’re truly one of those who’ve mastered the Tianwu Cultivation of the Heart Scripture, just like me.”
“Then… let’s play.”
To the shock of everyone watching, Yu Xinghan suddenly slowed down.
In comparison to Zhang Yu’s relentless charge, he appeared to retreat—falling back until he was perfectly level with Zhang Yu.
Now side by side, they raced forward, a storm of wind tearing through the air.
Then, slowly, Yu Xinghan raised three fingers.
3.
Then two.
2.
Zhang Yu’s breath hitched.
Countdown? He’s… waiting for me to catch up?
He understood immediately—Yu Xinghan wanted to level the playing field before the final test.
And then, the final finger rose.
1.
Zhang Yu roared inwardly.
If before he had given everything, now—his entire body, every muscle fiber, every drop of blood—was pushed beyond limits, under his precise control.
Though he couldn’t use Martial Energy, he unleashed every 10th-grade technique he knew: Racing Leg, Elevator Leap, Jianti Thirty-Six Forms, Chisui Hunyuanqi—each one firing at maximum intensity, fueled by years of relentless training.
His flesh became an extension of his will, surging forward with a speed that defied reason.
For Songyang High School’s team, the genetic restrictions that normally required surgery to overcome were, for Zhang Yu, simply bypassed—by sheer mastery of his own body.
In this supercharged burst, his muscles trembled, his organs groaned, and his body screamed—but he didn’t care.
All he saw was Yu Xinghan, locked in his sights.
Yes…
I can beat him.
My control is better. I accelerate faster. I push beyond limits better.
Even if my Physical Strength Level is lower… I can still be faster.
In the stunned silence of the crowd, Zhang Yu and Yu Xinghan surged forward—accelerating again, as if starting a race anew.
Two streaks of light—faster than thought—ripped down the track, leaving everyone behind.
Side by side!
Even pace!
…
“Too fast!” Qian Shen whispered in awe.
Can a first-year really run this fast?
In the Songyang High School rest area, He Dayou, Qian Shen, Zhao Tianxing, and others stared, dumbfounded, at the screen.
Zhang Yu—racing neck-and-neck with Yu Xinghan, the undisputed champion of the track.
“At 4.95-level Physical Strength… matching Yu Xinghan’s 5.07?” Wang Hai’s voice trembled as he watched the live feed.
That means Zhang Yu’s muscle efficiency… is actually higher than Yu Xinghan’s?
But he quickly dismissed the thought.
No… impossible. It must be some kind of performance-enhancing drug.
But if it’s enough to catch Yu Xinghan… the side effects must be catastrophic.
Wang Hai’s eyes narrowed at the screen.
Can he hold on?
On the spectator stands, host Gang Shan gasped.
“This Songyang High School student is actually keeping pace with Yu Xinghan?! Their level is stronger than most second-years!”
Le Jingchen, equally stunned, murmured:
What in the world has Songyang High School done?
He nodded slowly.
He must’ve taken a powerful stimulant. With new tech and drugs, even ordinary people can challenge a Golden Core Disciple. It’s not impossible anymore.
He turned to Gang Shan.
“Focus the camera on Le Mulan.”
On the track, Le Mulan—previously stuck in fifth—suddenly exploded into motion.
She shot past Song Hailong, then surged toward Bai Zhenzhen.
Her face burned red, her breath ragged. Sweat poured from her skin, steam rising off her body. Her purple vertical pupil mark glowed brighter with every passing second.
In her mind, the coach’s voice echoed:
“This is the latest banned drug from Ziyun Lab—100,000 per vial. It burns through ordinary high schoolers’ organs in seconds.”
“But you’ve undergone Super Metabolism Surgery—you can handle it.”
“After the drug wears off, your muscles will collapse into total exhaustion. So you must take it before this stage.”
“You only need to run a warm-up to activate it.
Then… all you have to do is run.
Run with everything you have—before the drug fades.”
(Note: Earlier chapters had a typo—first semester should be eight and a half months, not seven and a half. This has been corrected in prior sections. Just clarifying here.)
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