Peerless Martial Expert in the City
Chapter 600 - 596: I See That Kid

Chapter 600: Chapter 596: I See That Kid

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Chapter Five Hundred Ninety-Six: I See That Kid

Compared to the solo battles of the past, this 10,000-meter race clearly had much bigger stakes. Almost all the girls from the class had gathered, and even a few girls from other classes, whom Xiao Yi had never met before, were there at the sidelines cheering him on. Someone had brought a towel, and another had prepared bottled water, as if prepping for a major battle.

Although Xiao Yi thought that such organization by the academy was unnecessary and he wasn’t very comfortable with it, he still expressed his gratitude and, without rejecting their help, reluctantly dealt with them.

Their actions gave him a sense of collective spirit for the first time.

The girls’ 8,000-meter race had finished that morning, with the freshly crowned champion, Zhao Yuhua, also appearing on the sidelines. Xiao Yi was slightly startled to see her there, showing a hint of surprise. He had not expected Zhao Yuhua to show up.

But seeing that Zhao Yuhua didn’t seem to come up to greet him, he didn’t approach her either. Xiao Yi offered a distant smile and a nod of acknowledgment before turning away and continuing to entertain the other students.

His actions, witnessed by many from his class, once again harbored ambiguous and profound implications. The envy and jealousy in the boys’ eyes intensified when they looked at Xiao Yi.

In their eyes, Xiao Yi must have won over Zhao Yuhua; otherwise, why would she come to cheer him on?

Such dumb luck this guy has!

A flower truly stuck in a pile of cow dung!

.........

Every student from the School of Mathematics couldn’t help but mentally convey their ’respect’ to Xiao Yi.

Damn it, the boss still dares to say he and Zhao Yuhua are nothing special. That’s not cool. If there was nothing between them, would Zhao Yuhua come over to cheer him on? There’s even flirting from afar!

Fatty Tang also grumbled to himself in ire.

Xiao Yi was no deity, nor did he have Mind Reading Technique, so he had no clue that simply greeting Zhao Yuhua had sparked so many thoughts among the male students. Even if he could tell, he wouldn’t have had time to care anyway.

As the whistle sounded on the field, it signified that the athletes had to enter and report, gearing up for the competition.

Contrary to other events where athletes appeared pumped with excitement and their eyes shone fiercely as if saying "who but me," the 10,000-meter track seemed more like an execution ground. On his way, Xiao Yi couldn’t stop seeing athletes looking as if they were marching to their gallant deaths, their expressions as tragic as Jing Ke’s departure by the Yi River, utterly solemn.

From the nearby stands, encouraging shouts of support occasionally rang out, but the tone seemed to say, "Buddy, take care of yourself."

It’s just running 10,000 meters, why the drama?

Xiao Yi’s face revealed a wry smile as he felt the tragic atmosphere and he shook his head helplessly. In his early years when he had started Bone Tempering, he would run nearly 15,000 meters every day, and that was at speed, when he was just a few years old.

Huh?

While Xiao Yi was immersed in the pervasive sense of tragedy, he suddenly felt a pair of eyes watching him from a direction to the side.

Turning, Xiao Yi saw a not-so-unfamiliar face. A youth about 1.8 meters tall, dressed in professional gear, looked at him with eyes brimming with hostility, his lips showing a faint sneer.

This... This guy is participating in the 10,000 meters too?

His broadmindedness was seemingly too narrow. After a moment of surprise, Xiao Yi couldn’t help but shake his head, turning back and heading toward the field on his own.

He recognized the youth at a glance—it was the student from the School of Mechanical Engineering he had encountered in the first event of the sports meeting, the high jump. The boy’s surname seemed to be Zhang. He had cleared 1.81 meters thinking it was enough to win, but then Xiao Yi had jumped 1.82 meters and taken the gold. The boy showed some hostility at that time, but Xiao Yi didn’t mind and didn’t pay him any attention. Yet, he hadn’t expected to encounter him again on the long-distance track, still harboring hostility after so much time.

This left Xiao Yi feeling somewhat helpless and at a loss for words regarding the youth.

In athletic competitions, winning and losing is normal. Success or failure depends on one’s abilities, and it’s only fair to admit defeat. Even in international or national-level competitions, as cruel as they may be, it’s an inescapable reality that there can only be one champion. Who ever treated their opponent as an enemy because they lost?

Moreover, this was just a college sports meet. Was it really worth such animosity?

"Third Young Master, I saw him, I saw him!"

Outside the racetrack, among the crowd of onlookers, a young man dressed in casual denim jeans, with a hint of ruffian spirit between his brows, was looking in the direction of the athletes’ entrance. Suddenly, his expression froze for a moment before his face lit up with an incredibly delighted smile. He turned his head and grabbed a young man with long hair who was embracing a girl and teasing her into giggles.

"Damn, if you saw him, you saw him, what’s all the fuss about? Don’t you see I’m busy here?"

The long-haired young man, quite handsome and with a bit of an artist’s air about him, was in the midst of an enthusiastic conversation, quite pleased with himself. When he was suddenly interrupted, he waved his hand irritably and spoke rudely.

"No, no, Third Young Master... I saw... I saw the kid who beat you up last time!"

The young man saw that the long-haired young man completely misunderstood him and even seemed to take offense, so he immediately grew anxious and waved his hands emphatically as he clarified loudly.

"What?"

Upon hearing these words from the young man, the long-haired young man’s figure shook violently, and he let go of the girl. His elegant eyes flashed with a fierce killing intent.

"It’s the kid who kicked the ball at you last time during the soccer game!"

The young man, seeing the terrifying killer aura emanating from the long-haired young man, involuntarily flinched and spoke nervously.

"Where?"

The long-haired young man asked in a deep voice, his eyes already alight with an unmistakable excitement and agitation.

In his lifetime, Third Young Master Zhao had never been looked down upon. Although he was not from the legitimate lineage of the Zhao family, he was still part of the Zhao family bloodline. Since childhood, everyone he knew, with the exception of a few from the Zhao family main house, would always address him reverently as ’Third Young Master’, greet him with kind words, and shower him with generous gifts.

Moreover, being the only child in his household, the old master and his father would spoil him rotten, wishing they could pluck the moon from the sky for him, treating him like a priceless treasure. He had never been hit by anyone in his life, not even punished. There was a teacher in primary school who made him stand for a lesson because of his mischief, but afterwards his grandfather made sure that teacher was dismissed. Since then, no teacher dared to meddle in his affairs.

No matter what kind of mess he got into, everyone would simply turn a blind eye.

But that time, when he and some soccer team friends went to play, he was openly scorned and schooled, and in the end, he was even seriously injured – landing him in the hospital for nearly a month!

While he was slightly shocked that someone had kicked him and injured him with a soccer ball, it was the tone of voice and manner that person spoke to him with, the memory of his injuries and the pain he went through, that filled his heart with limitless hatred – a feeling that far exceeded any shock from the attacker’s skills.

It was a shame that despite all the connections he and his family activated, even after searching all over the school, they couldn’t find any trace of the assailant. The Heavenly Net he laid out on the soccer field also failed to ensnare anyone.

He had started to believe that this vengeance might never be served. Though unwilling to give up, there was nothing he could do about it.

How could he have expected that at this very moment, he would hear from his subordinate that they had found him?

How could this not excite and agitate him?

"Over there, right over there, at the athletes’ entrance, number eighteen, Third Young Master, do you see him?"

Hearing Third Young Master’s question, the young man quickly pointed in the direction of the field and shouted.

"Son of a bitch!"

The long-haired Third Young Master needed no pointing from the young man; one look towards the field was enough to spot the figure that, although he had only seen once, had left a profound impression on him.

This figure was glaringly conspicuous among the group of athletes, as they were all dressed in shorts and t-shirts, the typical professional sports attire, while this one person was in long sleeves and pants, looking downright amateurish!

The moment he saw this figure, a venomous and bitter look flashed in his eyes. He muttered three cold words under his breath and clenched his fists tightly, as if he could hardly wait to rush over and beat this person to a pulp.

"Third Young Master, what should we do now?"

The young man, seeing the Third Young Master’s expression, asked cautiously.

"Go find out which department that son of a bitch is from. He’s on the field now so it shouldn’t be hard to inquire, right?"

Hearing the young man’s voice, the long-haired Third Young Master finally snapped back to reality. His expression slowly relaxed, but his eyes still held a bitter resentment as he glanced at the figure on the field and spoke coldly. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, you are welcome to vote for it at qidian.com. Your support is my biggest motivation.)