Chapter 112

After concluding his brief advertisement, Yuxing Han knew a 100,000 advertising fee would hit his account; smiling, he waved at the camera and slowly walked off the competition stage.

Song Hailong stared coldly at Yuxing Han on the big screen, not a trace of emotion in his eyes, as if he had long expected the outcome of this match.

Song Hailong believed no one in the entire venue understood Yuxing Han's true strength better than he did.

"There's no doubt that he will be the first place in this physical competition."

"Everyone else is just contending for second."

"Defeating him is not something that can be accomplished overnight."

Song Hailong had already made up his mind—whether it took one year or two, he would definitely defeat this unprecedented strongest opponent during his high school years.

The next moment, his figure flickered, and a thigh as thick as a pillar swept fiercely toward Yuxing Han, who was walking toward him, carrying terrifying impact force.

Bang!

Yuxing Han raised his calf and casually blocked Song Hailong's sweeping kick.

As their forces collided, a blast of wind exploded between them.

Yuxing Han smiled helplessly and said, "Too straightforward. How many times have I told you to be more covert, to hide your hostility? Such a direct attack is useless against me."

Song Hailong replied without backing down, "I have no problem ambushing you, but I want to defeat you fair and square."

In the audience section.

Gang Shan exclaimed in amazement, "Yuxing Han... what a formidable physique. Is he really a first-year high school student?"

Le Jingchen nodded and said, "After all, he's a Core Disciple. I've also heard that he's the closed-door disciple of Xinghuo Zhenren, so the resources invested in him are not something ordinary students can compare to."

"I'm afraid that in this first-year high school sports competition, he will be the champion in every stage from now on."

After seeing Yuxing Han's performance in the previous stage, Le Jingchen understood one thing.

The champion of this physical competition was undoubtedly going to be Yuxing Han.

So what he needed to do next was to downplay the influence of Yuxing Han's body refinement techniques as much as possible, strengthen the public's impression of his identity as a Core Disciple, and ideally attribute all of his victories to Xinghuo Zhenren.

On the other side, in the rest area of Songyang High School.

Bai Zhenzhen looked at the big screen somewhat reluctantly; it was still replaying Yuxing Han's brilliant match footage from just now.

"Damn it, this Core Disciple really is freakish."

"Before my physical strength breaks through to level 5.0, I probably won't have a chance to beat him."

"But..."

Bai Zhenzhen looked at Zhang Yu beside him and said, "Yu, I think you have a chance to win against him."

Zhang Yu was drinking water and laughed, "Is that so? I'm afraid there are only two people in the entire venue who would believe that."

Bai Zhenzhen asked doubtfully, "Oh? Who else has such unique insight as I do?"

Zhang Yu laughed heartily and said, "Of course, it's myself."

The two exchanged smiles, and Bai Zhenzhen continued, "That guy feels like he has eyes in the back of his head, which gave him a big advantage in the first stage. Otherwise, he might not have been able to stay so far ahead of us."

"But if it really comes down to a contest of absolute strength and speed, although his physical strength is a bit higher than yours, I think his control isn't as strong as yours..."

Level 10 Heavenly Martial Heart Refining Art, level 10 Body Strengthening Thirty-Six Forms, level 10 Dragon Back Mountain Overturning Hand, level 10 Crimson Marrow Primordial Qi, and level 10 Excavating Palm, Crane Grab Claw, Racing Car Leg, Elevator Leap...

Zhang Yu nodded slightly. He believed that in today's arena, no one could surpass him in muscle control and physical strength recruitment.

Although his physical strength was 4.95, with his mastery of physical power extraction, the strength and speed he could unleash were enough to rival—even surpass—those students with physical strength above level 5.0 on the field.

He subconsciously touched his heart.

If the competition were held a little later, when his heart's robustness could keep up, Zhang Yu would be more confident in defeating Yuxing Han in a contest of strength and speed.

But as things stood now...

"Not only do I have to defeat my opponent in the next two matches, but I also need to build up a sufficient lead to surpass him in the total score."

Pressure surged toward him.

Zhang Yu consumed the stamina potion in his hand, seizing every second to rest and recover the energy and physical strength expended in the previous match.

He Dayou, standing to the side, listened to their exchange and rolled his eyes inwardly, his mind seemingly mocking their arrogance.

But he said nothing, because no matter how arrogant these two were, their results had already completely crushed him, He Dayou.

In other words, Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen had, without him even realizing it, already earned the right to be arrogant in front of him.

After everyone had rested for about half an hour, the walls on the field suddenly trembled in unison and began to descend.

Then a circular track appeared before everyone present.

The third event of the physical competition was about to begin.

This event was also very simple: a 5000-meter race. Scoring was based on the contestants' completion time, with a maximum total score of 75 points.

Again, no mana could be used; the competition relied purely on physical strength. Techniques like Car-Leg Dash or Elevator Leap, which required mana to sustain, were naturally all unusable.

In this situation of relying entirely on the physical body, simple running was the most efficient way to move for the vast majority of people.

Five thousand meters was long for ordinary people but short for high school students; most of the distance could be maintained at a sprint pace.

Wang Hai looked at the rules displayed on the big screen and thought to himself, "The key to this round is how to unleash your body's speed as much as possible."

Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen affixed their mana-testing patches and stood behind the starting line in order. Those who had not made the top twenty in the previous round were all eliminated.

Now only twenty people remained on the track.

Everyone wore the running shoes and sportswear uniformly provided by Ziyun High School, to prevent anyone from gaining an advantage through some immortal technique built into the shoes or clothing.

After all, this was a sports competition—it tested pure physical strength. Taking drugs or injecting potions was allowed however one wished, but tampering with shoes or clothing was a serious violation.

Zhang Yu glanced at Song Hailong, Hu Yuntao, Xiong Wenwu... and Yu Xinghan not far away. He took a deep breath, activated the Heavenly Martial Heart-Refining Art, and cast aside all distracting thoughts.

Only one idea remained in his mind.

Defeat everyone!

Just as he activated the Heavenly Martial Heart-Refining Art, Yu Xinghan suddenly turned his head and looked in Zhang Yu's direction.

Zhang Yu, as if sensing something, also met Yu Xinghan's gaze.

Both of them saw an endless fighting spirit in each other's eyes.

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At that moment, both instantly understood that the other was also running the Heavenly Martial Heart-Refining Art.

Yu Xinghan smiled slightly and thought to himself, "Looks like the third-place guy from last round. He knows the Heavenly Martial Heart-Refining Art too? Oh right, Senior Sister Li mentioned that she found a suitable successor over here..."

With a flick of his eyes, Yu Xinghan mouthed two words toward Zhang Yu.

"Keep up."

Then he turned his head back, facing straight ahead again.

3!

2!

Along with the voice from the loudspeaker, all twenty contestants tensed every muscle in their bodies. The surrounding air seemed to stagnate as they held their breath.

1!

The next moment was like twenty cannons firing simultaneously.

With a series of thunderous bangs, twenty afterimages stretched across the track as everyone burst forward.

Amid the roar, the one charging at the very front was none other than Hu Yuntao!

This demon-blooded student from Hongta High School was now on all fours, his dragon scales rising and falling with his rippling, powerful muscles, shimmering with a riot of colors.

His posture and habit of running on all fours gave him a huge advantage the instant he started, as if he were flying through the air... In one breath he dashed several dozen meters, taking the lead over everyone.

A fierce wind rushed into his face, blowing against Hu Yuntao's eyes, which had grown even more bloodshot from the excitement surging through his nerves and blood vessels.

"Father! Watch closely, I'm going to take first place in this round!"

Thinking back to the scolding from his father after the last martial arts competition, Hu Yuntao felt a surge of intense resentment, shame, and fear.

The fear of working on the assembly line, the fear of being disowned as a son... these had been entrenched in his mind for the past two months, driving him to squeeze out his potential again and again.

Every time he thought of those 'brothers' and 'sisters' who had died on the assembly line, it pushed Hu Yuntao to break through his physical limits during training.

Especially now, he was no longer fighting alone.

His father's vital blood, after being adapted by his brothers' and sisters' bodies, had been injected into him, awakening the black dragon bloodline.

At this moment, Hu Yuntao could almost feel the blood of his father, brothers, and sisters flowing inside him, like a ball of fire, causing his body to erupt with terrifying power.

Bang!

His feet kicked up a burst of air on the track.

"I can win!"

"First place in this round..."

Just as Hu Yuntao was running faster and faster, and his confidence was burning brighter with that fire-like blood, a shadow suddenly covered his vision.

A male voice came from beside him: "Little kitten, you got off to a fast start."

"What?" Hu Yuntao twisted his head sharply and saw Yu Xinghan, like a shooting star, directly overtake him at full speed and keep pulling away.

"This guy!" Hu Yuntao burst into a furious roar. The dragon blood in his body seemed about to boil, and with hot air steaming from his entire body, he accelerated again to chase after Yu Xinghan.

He could almost feel countless brothers and sisters within his boiling dragon blood shouting encouragement to him.

"Run!"

"Run fast, Yuntao!"

"Run out of the factory!"

It was as if the factory gate had opened behind him; if he were just one step slower, he would be swallowed by that boundless darkness of the gate.

But what made Hu Yuntao feel utterly despairing was that despite his frantic acceleration, Yu Xinghan ahead of him was getting farther and farther away.

That guy was like a true star in the sky; no matter how hard he tried or fought, he could barely touch even a trace of him.

And the continuous frantic acceleration had disrupted his original rhythm, combined with the weight and wind resistance of his already massive frame... all of this drained his stamina wildly, and his speed began to slow slightly.

Just then, another gust of wind swept past.

Song Hailong, Zhang Yu, Bai Zhenzhen, and Le Mulang had already overtaken him one after another.

Hu Yuntao stared at this scene in terror. He felt as if he were running wildly forward, yet as several people overtook him in succession, it was as if he were constantly retreating backward, back into the factory gate.

And that factory gate had somehow transformed into a giant dragon's maw... about to swallow him completely.