Peerless Martial Expert in the City
Chapter 601 - 597: Can You Finish the Race?

Chapter 601: Chapter 597: Can You Finish the Race?

Chapter Five Hundred Ninety-Seven: Can He Finish the Race?

"Please rest assured, Third Young Master, I guarantee to bring back the news immediately!"

The young man’s spirit trembled, and he hurriedly responded with caution.

"Hmm, go ahead, don’t worry. This time, you have made a great contribution. You won’t be short on rewards later!"

The expression of the Third Young Master relaxed slightly, his eyes carrying a hint of encouragement as he spoke faintly.

"Yes, thank you, Third Young Master!"

Upon hearing the Third Young Master’s words, a burst of excitement appeared on the young man’s face. Rewards didn’t matter, but having the Third Young Master acknowledge his merits and personally address him made him feel that this time he had really stumbled into a great fortune, inadvertently accomplishing a major feat for the Third Young Master. His heart swelled with excitement, and his vigour for work grew even stronger. After all, who was this Third Young Master? Sticking with him and working for him meant a future of luxury and ease, didn’t it?

Humph, damn bastard, such an effort to find you and here you are, coming out on your own. Motherfucker, even daring to show up at the sports meet?

This time, if I don’t teach you a harsh lesson and show you what death really means, then I don’t deserve the Zhao name!

Watching the youth leave to gather information, the long-haired young man’s eyes revealed a fierce look, his gaze chillingly fixed on the figure in the center of the field.

In his mind, he vividly recalled the times when that person stood before him, arrogantly speaking and lecturing him, as well as the unbearable pain when he lay in the hospital bed. His facial expression became all the more fierce.

"Third Young Master, who is that person? Did he offend you before?"

At this time, the young girl beside him also asked curiously with a coquettish voice.

"Exactly, very soon, he will be begging for life but will be unable to live, and begging for death but unable to die, haha."

The long-haired young man reached out again to embrace the young girl, laughing heartily.

The girl, hearing the young man’s words, glanced at the somewhat slender figure in the middle of the field, her eyes involuntarily showing a trace of sympathy. She knew that this somewhat unrefined fellow would likely suffer badly this time.

To actually offend the young man before her, this unlucky fellow really was blind.

Soon, the sympathy in her eyes vanished, replaced by a tenderness like spring water and a delightful, giggling charm.

For her, there was no sense in wasting too much energy on an unrefined bumpkin. Compared to that, figuring out how to please the young man before her and taking the opportunity to gain more benefits from him was obviously much more important.

......

After the participants were confirmed, the referee quickly blew the whistle to commence the competition.

The long-distance race didn’t require grouping or separate lanes. Everyone crowded together, and as the referee blew the whistle, they all took off running.

As the whistle sounded, the young man from before dashed ahead, leading the pack. As he surged forward, his gaze once again carried a trace of scorn, provocatively glancing at Xiao Yi, as if to say, "If you can, beat me this time too," or perhaps, "This time, watch how I’ll finish you."

Xiao Yi couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to such tedious provocation. Just from those previous looks, he had already categorized this person as a minor nuisance, unworthy of his attention.

A person who can’t take a loss even in a sports competition is small-minded, lacking in spirit and temperament. Even his background wasn’t worth inquiring about—Xiao Yi could already hazard a guess.

Such people are destined to be losers. To Xiao Yi, they might as well be strangers he’d never encounter again after passing by.

Although a large part of the mass in the 10,000-meter race was made up of fill-ins, there to complete the numbers, attending with the solemnity of heading to the execution grounds, a small portion were indeed athletes with considerable abilities.

Those who ran out with the young man surnamed Zhang had formidable strengths.

From the beginning, they followed closely, taking leads in turns, competing with one another—a moment you’re ahead, the next moment he is. Before long, they had nearly lapped the slowest runners, and the gaps between the runners began to widen.

Outside the crowd, the atmosphere grew increasingly fervent. Each department started cheering for their contestants, especially those with the potential to win. They were wildly excited, and the cheers from the cheerleaders were almost earth-shattering every time an athlete ran by their spot.

The students of the School of Mathematics also shouted and cheered, but unfortunately, it seemed that the School of Mathematics was weak in sports; even their cheerleading paled in comparison. The boys were reserved, unable to shout freely, and there were so few girls that their voices were instantly drowned out by other colleges.

Besides cheering, everyone also began to speculate and guess—who would win, who would be the most embarrassing, who seemed like they couldn’t go on, who could only last another lap or half a lap before dropping out.

Being the most unique presence, Xiao Yi, merely by entering the field dressed differently from everyone else—in long sleeves and trousers—had become the center of everyone’s heated discussions.

"Have you seen that guy from the School of Mathematics running in long pants and sleeves? He’s still in the race!"

"Hmph, so what if he’s running? At most, he’ll last another two laps or so..."

"That’s not necessarily true. Look at him, he doesn’t seem to be under much pressure. He might be able to keep going for a while, maybe even finish the race?"

"..."

The hottest topic of conversation was how many more laps he could endure, wondering if he could finish the race at all—no one even considered what place he could come in.

Whether judged by his amateurish attire that clearly indicated he was just there to fill numbers, or by the fact that after ten-odd laps he was still running at the same steady pace, trailing in a position beyond the top ten, he didn’t have a chance at any ranking.

Indeed, any ranking. To everyone, even a top-six placement seemed impossible for him, let alone something like a championship, which was out of the question.

Meanwhile, that young man surnamed Zhang who had provoked Xiao Yi earlier, gradually caught the crowd’s attention during the race. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for it on Qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation.)