Chapter 322: Final Kill

Wang Yan's track was No.4, right in the middle.

Wang Yi was on track No.2, and Hu Weidong track No.8.

After getting into position, he placed his hands on the ground and silently recited the techniques that Gong Feiyu had carefully taught him. The young master gradually got rid of all the distracting thoughts in his mind, and his mind went blank.

Sprinting did not require a brain, so he left his body to his instincts!

"Ready..."

"Bang!"

Just as the starting gun fired, Wang Yan reflexively stepped out.

He took his first step and leaned forward violently. His center of gravity was completely pressed in front of him, and he used the momentum to dash forward.

From the corner of his eye, the white figure on the left was slightly slower by a beat, falling behind by about half a body length.

I was even faster at the start!

Young Master Wang made up his mind, and then quickly put away all the distracting thoughts. He focused on the finish line and ran wildly.

From the angle of the rostrum, Wang Yi's touch of white, Wang Yan's Chinese red, and Hu Weidong's basalt black seemed to go hand in hand. They were entangled in a straight line.

The students of class one exploded, shouting all kinds of cheering slogans.

"Roar roar roar roar roar! Big Brother Go!"

"Wang Yan Wang Yan you are the most handsome, sweeping the Star City and loved by all!"

"Wang Yan, Wang Yan, you're the fastest. You'll never be defeated!"

"Wang Yan is awesome. You're Invincible!"

"Roar roar roar! Little brother, you're so handsome. I'm going to give birth to a little cutie for you!"

Wang Yan was wearing a Chinese red short-distance running vest and the same type of energy-gathering pants. He was 178 centimeters tall, but his two long legs looked more than a meter long. Under the molding of the tight pants, his muscles were as smooth as jelly.

Every step he took was like he was swinging a huge axe, fiercely slashing at the hearts of the girls.

[ Beauty of Posture ] was truly a godly skill. Although it did not have any effect on speed, it was full of strength and beauty, mixed with the elegance of a youth. It was simply too handsome.

Such a godly skill was simply a waste for a lazy person like Wang Yan.

When the global media was reporting about Yuzuru Hanyu, how did they praise him?

It was an unparalleled art!

Great!

Brilliant!

Unbelievable!

Yuzuru Hanyu had brought this sport to another level!

...

Any sport that Wang Yan played had a similar aesthetic feeling. In terms of body expression, he was not inferior to Yuzuru Hanyu.

It was just that he lacked the skills and did not look that shocking.

If he added real top-notch skills, Wang Yan would be the god of the competition.

However, the young master was not impatient to play sports. I knew that I could be very handsome, but I was lazy.

Therefore, basically no one had seen Wang Yan's appearance when he was exercising at full strength.

Only today, Wang Yan had really given it his all.

After putting out 100% focus and giving the short 100 meters to his body and his instincts, Wang Yan's overall harmonious aesthetic feeling when he ran instantly conquered the entire audience.

Logically speaking, they were all a bunch of country bumpkins. Who had seen such a level of player?!

Whether it was fast or not, it was up for discussion. In any case, every time Wang Yan took a step, every time he waved his arm, that wonderful rhythm and elegance would be able to arouse the greatest enthusiasm of the girls.

They cried out, unable to control themselves at all.

"Little brother, you're so handsome!"

"School Belle, you can do it!!!!!"

"I want to... sob sob sob..."

Some lost their voice due to shouting. Some actually cried. It was truly amazing.

The short 10 seconds of the competition had been the climax from the start.

However, putting aside his big move to flirt with girls. Young Master Wang's situation started to turn bad.

The slight advantage he had at the start was only maintained at less than 30 meters. After officially entering the acceleration stage, the weakness of Wang Yan's lack of explosive power began to appear.

Humans could not accelerate endlessly. Explosive power provided a kind of strong inertia.

In the sprint stage, the last bit of output depended on whether or not inertia could be used to make up for the gradually declining power.

79 points of all attributes were very strong, but in the extreme sprint, 79 points of explosive power was indeed not enough.

Just a second before he crossed the line, from the corner of Young Master Wang's eyes, the white shadow finally took the lead by half a body length and was the first to break through the finish line.

Hu... hu... hu..

After dashing for another ten meters, Wang Yan slowly came to a stop. Panting heavily, he raised his head and looked to the other side.

The students of the academy rushed forward frantically and surrounded Wang Yi, wildly cheering and celebrating.

"Brother Yi, it's so cool!"

"Roar roar roar! We are the champion! Brother Yi, you have won the championship!"

Lost?

Wang Yan's mind went blank for a moment. A sense of loss surged into his heart uncontrollably.

Although he was already prepared to accept all the results calmly, when the champion really changed hands, Wang Yan's heart could not help but feel uncomfortable.

A human would feel uncomfortable.

Without waiting for Wang Yan to chew on the feeling, the students from class one rushed forward.

"Brother Wang, Brother Wang, runner-up!"

"Cool Boss! The mission is half-completed!"

"Wow, Your Majesty, you really ran... So crazy!"

"Class monitor, drink some water! Where's that little maid who wipes his sweat? Hurry up!"

Everyone's enthusiasm was extremely high. Obviously, they were very satisfied with the result of the runner-up.

10 points were obtained, and the mission was half-completed.

Although the two powerful enemies had lost to Wang Yi, defeating Hu Weidong had already exceeded their expectations.

The matter of beating Wang Yi had probably never crossed everyone's mind.

If the difference in strength was there, 0.1 seconds would definitely be a huge chasm.

"Walk slowly and recover well! In another 20 minutes, the 100-meter relay will be completed. Class monitor, run like you did just now!"

"Put some clothes on!"

"Boss, hurry up and get ready to receive the award!"

Wang Yan did not even have time to say anything. All things were arranged and he was totally like a puppet.

After walking slowly around the ring for two minutes, the result was out.

Champion Wang Yi, 10.57 seconds.

First Runner-up Wang Yan, 10.66 seconds.

Second runner-up Hu Weidong, 10.68 seconds.

There was a slight headwind today, and everyone's results generally fell, but the results did not change much. Wang Yan's slightly varied from Hu Weidong's, and was 0.1 away from Wang Yi.

Okay, I had tried my best, but the opponent played equally well. I accepted.

Two minutes was enough to let Wang Yan regain his calmness.

The adjustment and contemplation before the race was very meaningful. Wang Yan was very clear about his own cognition, so he did not lose his balance because he got the runner-up.

After that, he had to fight another 100 meter relay. A good mindset was very important.

After one round and returning to the rostrum, Wang Yan asked casually, "What is the current ranking situation?"

Lou Lou opened her mouth and said, "Hu Weidong's oil painting class one currently has 60 points and is ranked third. Wang Yi's education class one has 55 points and is ranked fifth. Our class currently has 51 points and is ranked eighth."

Wang Yan's heart immediately relaxed.

"With another 10 points, we can be ranked fifth?"

"Yes!"

Lou Lou nodded excitedly. "No matter who takes first or second place in the 100m relay, we will strive to be third. With 10 points, we will definitely be ranked fifth!"

"Okay, I will go and have a chat with my brothers. Let's work together and strive for the third place!"

Wang Yan was in a great mood. He waved his hand and called Sichuan Boy, Wang Yihang, and Xiao Lei over.

The young master's own ability to withstand pressure did not need to be mentioned. The main reason was that he was afraid that they would be nervous.

Now, there was no need to fight for the first place. There was a very high margin for error. They did not need to bear so much pressure. It was beneficial for them to perform.

Sichuan Boy, Xiao Hang, and Xiao Lei all patted their chests.

"No problem, Brother Wang. We have been training together for so long, and we have such a good rapport with each other. No one is afraid!"

"Okay, then let's adjust the order and follow the second plan. Wang Yihang, you run the first leg, Sichuan Boy the second, Xiao Lei the third, and I am the last."

Wang Yihang was the steadiest, and his mental quality was good. He was trustworthy when he ran the first leg.

The second leg had the longest distance, and it required a good absolute speed, so he could only give it to Sichuan Boy..

The third leg had a curve. Xiao Lei was the slowest, but he was small and light, so he would not suffer much from the curve.

The final sprint naturally had to be handed over to Wang Yan.

"Okay, no problem!"

As they were arranging their troops, the rostrum called for people to receive the award.

"The champion and the runner-up of the 100-meter final, please come to the rostrum to receive the award and accept the commendation..."

Wang Yan glanced at the rostrum, fastened the zipper of his sports coat, and walked to the rostrum under the escort of everyone.

In a school-level sports meet, the award ceremony was something like that. It was not to the extent of being messy, but it was also not very interesting.

The only small incident was when Wang Yan received his medal and waved to the girls below, the girls started screaming again.

Roughly half of it was true feelings, and the other half was just joining in for the fun.

But the noise was very shocking.

When it came to the award ceremony, the cheers immediately became sparse. Not many people supported Wang Yi.

The girls didn't care if you were the champion or not. Being handsome was the most important thing.

In fact, Wang Yi was also quite handsome, but under the halo of Young Master Wang, he was as dull as a passerby.

Did you have a sports car worth five million yuan?

Did you dress well like Wang Yan?

Did you look good like Wang Yan when running?

None?!

Go away, scum!

Don't block me from looking at the rich and handsome young man!

With such a disparity in treatment, Wang Yi's expression was very ugly when he saw the championship certificate.

When he left the stage, he finally couldn't help but stab Wang Yan.

"What a great show. People who don't know must think that you're the champion... Should I let you go first? Runner-up!"

I could go first then I would!

Wang Yan couldn't be bothered with Wang Yi. He chuckled, turned around, and was the first to leave the rostrum.

When he went down the stairs, the young master casually waved his hand in the direction with the most girls. In an instant, the cheers became heated.

Wang Yi and Hu Weidong were left behind, like two lackeys with no cards.

Hu Weidong didn't say anything. Wang Yi was so angry that his face didn't look good. The joy of winning the championship was gone.

No one could stand it. Why?!

Just because you're slutty?!

However, no matter how dissatisfied he was, Wang Yan was more popular than him. This matter was already set in stone.

If he wanted to vent his anger, he could only look for something else.

Staring at Wang Yan's back, Wang Yi silently clenched his fists.

...

When it was three o'clock, there was still a closing ceremony waiting. The school immediately began to clear the field to prepare for the last race.

The 4 × 100m relay race had the highest score. It was both a personal heroism and an important show that required the cooperation of the team.

Wang Yan silently stood on the last leg and raised his leg to stretch his body.

He turned his head and saw Gong Feiyu standing on the inner lawn of the track, just a few meters away.

Wang Yan took the initiative to greet her, "Hello, Senior Gong."

Gong Feiyu nodded in response, "You ran well just now."

Young Master Wang laughed self-deprecatingly. "Senior, it's hard for you to have the patience to watch a competition where noobs peck each other."

"Your speed wasn't slow."

Gong Feiyu shook her head, then pursed her lips and thought for a moment before deciding to remind Wang Yan.

"I know Wang Yi. He was a specially recruited student from the same year as me, and later transferred to the School of Education.

In terms of sprinting talent, Wang Yi was very strong. In the entire school of sports, there weren't many boys who were better than him. It was only due to his lack of training that he was less than 0.1 seconds ahead of you.

The 100-meter relay has an acceleration stage. If you both run the fourth leg at the same time, you won't even have the advantage at the start.

"If you want to beat him, it will be very difficult."

Gong Feiyu wasn't the type of person who had a high EQ. She was very straightforward in thinking, and she wasn't good at expressing herself.

Her original intention was to remind Wang Yan to relax and put winning and losing aside. In the end, it sounded like a blow.

After she finished speaking, she felt that something wasn't right.

Just as she was about to add on a comforting sentence, she saw Wang Yan smiling calmly.

"Thank you, Senior Sister. I know, I'll do my best. I can accept the outcome."

Gong Feiyu was taken aback. Looking at the other party's warm gaze and frank expression, she suddenly felt that her interaction with Wang Yan was exceptionally reassuring.

"Good luck then."

From the corner of her eye, she saw Wang Yi slowly running over. Gong Feiyu did not say anything else and silently retreated a distance away.

It wasn't that enemies didn't meet. Wang Yan was on track one, and Wang Yi happened to be on track two, right next to him.

Wang Yan wasn't that lame. He was not going to say some harsh words before the race, but Wang Yi was unusually excited.

"What a coincidence! Neighbor, huh?!"

The corner of Wang Yan's mouth curled, but he didn't say anything.

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But Wang Yi was still unwilling to give up. It was rare for him to spit out a long sentence.

"It's just right. I can let you feel the real gap between us from the closest distance! I can let you understand a truth -- in the competition, grandstanding is meaningless! In the end, you have to rely on your strength to speak!"

Logically speaking, Wang Yan should be angry. How long had it been since someone dared to speak to him like this?

However, not only was Wang Yan not angry, he actually found it very funny.

He sneered and continued to stretch his muscles.

Wang Yan's mindset was good enough, but Wang Yi did not have such good self-restraint. He was instantly a little furious.

I was mocking you!

What kind of attitude was that, huh?!

You had to face me head on. You could scold me and even hit me.

Were you pretending to be thin and cold?!

"Everyone says that you're very strong, very good, very capable. So You're so cowardly? What, you know that you can't beat me, so you don't dare to open your mouth. Are you afraid of being slapped in the face?!"

Wang Yi's attitude finally became intense, no longer as cold and aloof as before.

Another spoiled child, a little annoyed.

Wang Yan turned his head to look at Wang Yi, and for the first time, he opened his mouth to respond.

"Does your self-esteem only be reflected through the 100-meter race track in front of you? is that why you have such a strong sense of superiority?"

"Huh?!"

Wang Yi actually didn't understand at the first moment. His face was full of confusion.

Young Master Wang couldn't help but laugh. He shook his head and no longer wasted his breath on him.

Wang Yi pondered for a while before he reacted -- d*mn it, I was forced out by a high-level taunt!

"What are you so proud of? Loser! Loser!"

Hearing such a childish and straightforward provocation, Wang Yan only wanted to laugh. He suddenly had a naughty feeling -- he especially wanted to show him a real taunt.

So Young Master Wang really opened his mouth.

"Brother, a person who is outstanding in many aspects will not be complacent just because of a certain victory. Similarly, he will not doubt himself just because of a certain failure.

Look, I am more handsome than you. Am I proud?

I am richer than you. Am I showing off?

I am surrounded by beautiful women. Did I take them out to attack you?

The world is so big and life is so long. The 100 meters in front of you is only a small part of it.

How narrow is your vision to regard an intramural competition as everything?!

Brother, you're already an adult, can you be a little more mature?!

Don't let the brothers next to you see a joke, okay?"

Wang Yi subconsciously turned his head. The eyes of the brother on track three were indeed a little strange.

In fact, he was just wondering why the tension between the two big brothers was so intense?

He wasn't mocking Wang Yi.

However, Wang Yi was more sensitive now, and he was immediately filled with anger.

He knew that he couldn't win against Wang Yan because every sentence was reasonable, Wang Yi didn't speak again. He just gritted his teeth and pointed at Wang Yan with his index finger.

The meaning was very simple -- just you wait!

Young Master Wang wasn't afraid at all. He just laughed it off.

From the moment he decided to participate in the competition, he had never been afraid of losing.

Ma Yun was participating in a singing competition, and he was eliminated from the bottom of the ranking. Was it embarrassing?

It wasn't embarrassing at all!

He was there to fulfill his stage dream.

What was truly embarrassing was the sound engineer. He had been paid so much, but he couldn't even bring out the second-to-last standard?!

Laid-off!

The meaning was pretty much the same. Young Master Wang sincerely believed that as long as he got the third place, he would gain extra points for all his classmates, and it wouldn't be embarrassing to lose to anyone.

With such an open mindset, how could a little ridicule from a child cause a blow?

Just fight!

...

The eight classes that had made it to the finals lined up in a diagonal line.

"Take your positions..."

The coach's command couldn't be heard from Wang Yan's position. As the coach raised his gun, Young Master Wang was also on full alert.

At the moment of the gunshot, Jade Like, who was cheering for Wang Yihang on the other side of the field, suddenly rushed toward Wang Yan crazily.

He was running desperately while waving Wang Yan's phone.

"Boss, sister-in-law is calling!"

However, the scene was so chaotic, how could Wang Yan hear it?!

12 seconds passed in the blink of an eye. When Wang Yihang handed over the baton, class one was ranked the fourth.

After a short-distance acceleration, Sichuan Boy officially ran out of the rhythm when he received the baton. The longest straight path fully displayed Sichuan Boy's outstanding burst and the endurance balance in the mid distance run.

When he handed the baton to Xiao Lei, he had already run to the first place.

In a relay race with the class as the unit, the standard of the contestants was bound to be uneven.

The advantage that the first class gained from the second baton was quickly eaten up by Xiao Lei.

Seeing that he had fallen back to the fifth place, Wang Yan was anxious but had no choice.

He could only start at his own pace and wait for Xiao Lei to hand over the baton.

Just as he ran out two steps, he heard a familiar and surprising voice.

"Wang Wang, you can do it!"

Wang Yan's mind went blank for a moment.

He turned around and saw a petite girl running with her head covered in sweat and face flushed red on the grass field that had been trampled bald.

She was wearing a red sportswear jacket, a casual emperor dance T-shirt underneath, and a pair of plain jeans...

Who else could it be but Liu Li?!

Oh my God!

Empress, what are you doing here?!

Didn't they say that the new dance drama was in full swing?!

The only female lead had left her post?!

Liu Li came in a hurry, but she was even more nervous. She didn't have time to say anything else and just ran beside him with a simple slogan --

"I'm here, keep up the good work!"

Young Master Wang's heart was filled with warmth in an instant.

It was vast, and it was swelling. It was so exciting that his heart was beating non-stop.

At this moment, it was obviously not the time to think too much. No matter what the reason was, running well for the 10 seconds in front of him was the best response to her.

Wang Yan took a big step forward. Listening to Xiao Lei's shout behind him, he quickly raised his left arm back according to their tacit understanding.

The moment the palm was compacted by a hard object, clenched, swang an arm, kicked...

We're going out fast!

At this point, Wang Yan has fallen in all the opponents of the fifth.

The brother running in the first was actually ahead of Wang Yan for more than 5 meters.

After him!

Wang Yan had only one thought in his mind.

Huffing and puffing and rushing.

The 79's explosive power wasn't fast, but the 79's durability was good enough.

Therefore, after raising his speed, Wang Yan could maintain his state of sprinting with all his strength for an even longer period of time.

Forget about the 30-meter sprint segment, he could just start sprinting now!

As Wang Yan's explosive speed increased, the distance between him and the opponents in front of him began to slowly decrease.

One, two, three...

Until he surpassed the second place, there were actually three people in front of Wang Yan!

Among them, Hu Weidong was in the third place, leading Wang Yan by an entire body length.

Wang Yi was in the second place. He was still accelerating and was getting closer and closer to the first place!

The first place was still that brother who had a huge advantage. At this moment, he was only two meters away from Wang Yan.

If there was another 30 meters, Wang Yan would definitely be able to surpass him!

However, at this moment, the distance to the finish line was probably only 30 meters.

To make matters worse, Wang Yan suddenly felt a numbing pain on the sole of her right foot.

D*mn!

Was it the fascia injury caused by the instep flip or was it because the sole was too thin?!

In an instant, Wang Yan recalled some of the sprinting knowledge that Gong Feiyu had taught her.

At that time, she had advised Wang Yan, "For beginners, thick-soled running shoes are more suitable to strengthen the shock absorption. Although it will lose some speed, it is safer.

Thin-soled nail shoes, light weight, speed increase effect is very obvious, but you have not been through long-term training, the soles of your feet are difficult to adapt to that kind of intensity, I personally do not recommend you wearing it."

After finishing the preliminary race, and realizing the strength of Wang Yi and Hu Weidong, Wang Yan had no choice but to change into the horse shoes.

0.1 second of speed increase also had to be fought for!

Anyway, there were only two finals in total, with 79 points of physique at the bottom, it would not be a big problem.

The problem was indeed not big, but to appear at this critical moment, which was about to start the sprint, it was too fatal!

D*mn, go all out!

At this critical moment, Young Master Wang had never been afraid!

He gritted his teeth and was about to forcefully start the acceleration.

But at this time, not far from the left, another suppressed exclamation sounded.

"Ah!"

The short exclamation only lasted for a short moment, but it was enough for Wang Yan to hear clearly.

Little Liu Li?!

Wang Yan was scared out of his wits. As he ran, he turned his head to look and saw Liu Li quickly climbing up from the yellow soil. She gritted her teeth, held back her tears, and waved at Wang Yan desperately.

"Wang Wang! Go!"

It turned out that a large part of the lawn had been trampled bald. Liu Li did not pay attention to her feet and accidentally fell down.

Wang Yan exploded at once.

His emotions made him want to stop immediately to check on Liu Li's condition and hug her immediately.

But his sense of responsibility told Wang Yan: "You are on the field, you have to be responsible for the efforts of many people. No matter how much you worry about Liu Li, you are not short of the remaining three seconds in front of you."

F*ck!

Then use your fastest speed to run this 30 meters!

Three seconds?!

Brother Dog only needed two seconds!

With a howl, Wang Yan went berserk.

Willpower could not make the young master suddenly become a Superman, but the system could.

[ Under intense emotional stimulation, you awaken an ancient instinct hidden in the depths of your genes. You receive a sports reward. ]

[ Explosion ]

[ Active skill ]

[ You can activate a skill to obtain temporary physical strengthening, faster, stronger, and fiercer. ]

[ Under this condition, your pores will be temporarily sealed. All excretion functions will be locked, and you can only expel exhaust gas through your respiratory system ]

[ Correspondingly, the activated energy will be locked within your body. You will receive a 20% increase in all attributes ]

[ Skill duration is the shortest of three seconds, and the longest is 30 seconds. At that time, your body will automatically activate its protection function and you will be released from the explosive state. ]

[ Note 1: Don't think about gene lock. Actually, it is closer to adrenaline. ]

[ Note 2: Even if the duration is limited to 30 seconds, the burst effect will still cause a certain amount of damage to the body. Please pay attention to use it together with the full recovery skill. ]

[ Note 3: Currently, the skill is already activated. Go berserk, young man! ]

Wang Yan did not hear what the system suddenly said. He just suddenly felt the essence of running --

It was not as free as the wind, but as violent as the wind.

"F*ck!"

The audience outside the arena suddenly burst into exclamations. They stared at the blood-red figure with their mouths open.

In the final sprint, there was actually someone who could use such explosive power to accelerate!

What was that?!

The Sky Barking Hound on the wind and fire wheel, or Nezha who was on the wind and fire wheel?!

In Wang Yan's eyes, there was only the ribbon in the air.

Opponent?

There is no opponent, only me myself!

But in the eyes of outsiders, when Wang Yan started to really explode, the so-called opponent was immediately defeated.

The original first place was easily surpassed by 20 meters.

When there was only 10 meters left to cross the line, Hu Weidong was equalized.

When he reached the last meter, he bent down and crossed the line!

Like a hurricane, he whistled past.

The audience couldn't even see clearly who had crossed the line first.

Was it a failure?

Or was it a final... kill at the last moment?!

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