As Li Bao began to accelerate on the track, the atmosphere on the field instantly changed.
The four contestants who had been closely following Su Feiren immediately started running at the fastest speed they could muster.
Amateurs by nature, their speeds now rivaled that of professional athletes.
Especially as Li Bao's figure drew closer and closer to them.
Although they knew full well that Li Bao wouldn't harm them, the fear in their hearts was something they simply couldn't control.
As they ran, they even managed to shout out.
"Oh, crap!"
"Mommy!"
"Ah..."
Not just them, even Su Feiren was no exception. The deep-seated fear of natural predators lurking in the human soul exploded at that moment.
All he could think of was putting as much distance as possible between himself and the creature behind him.
This scene, when seen by the audience, immediately brought laughter.
"I'm dying of laughter, why are they so scared?"
"Right, the animals at West Rainbow Zoo are famous for being friendly."
"I know that, but having such a fierce beast behind you, you'd probably run faster than them."
"This fear is encoded in our human genes, passed down from our ancestors."
"Representing the times our ancestors were hunted by these large felines."
"I bet if it were a tiger, they'd run even faster."
"Look, Su Feiren seems to have sped up."
...
Under the gaze of countless eyes, the speeds of the five human athletes, including Su Feiren, increased rapidly.
Just as they were about to cross the finish line, a black shadow suddenly darted in front of them, surpassing them with a speed beyond their imagination.
At the same time, the timer next to them displayed its time.
8.43.
A time that human athletes can never reach.
Right after Li Bao crossed the finish line, Su Feiren followed closely behind.
His time was fixed at 8.98.
As for the other four, although they were slower, even the slowest one had a time of 9.75.
As all the contestants' results came out, both the on-site and live-streamed audiences were immediately in an uproar.
Because these results were simply too incredible. Although Li Bao's official time was 8.43, everyone knew that his real time should be reduced by about 3 seconds.
That is, it actually took him a little over 5 seconds to run the hundred meters.
This is almost twice as fast as the human limit.
Of course, for this result, everyone wasn't too surprised. After all, whether it's a cheetah or a leopard, they are all known for their speed. Their bodies are naturally built for running.
What really surprised everyone was the five human athletes, especially Su Feiren, who ran an incredible 8.98.
You know, the current world record holder's hundred-meter time is only 9.58.
This record has not been broken for nearly ten years and is regarded as the human limit.
Yet, in just one day, three people broke this human limit.
Su Feiren even ran an astonishing 8.98. Not just for the next ten years, but for the next hundred years, no one is likely to break this record.
This means that Su Feiren, in such a non-official competition, broke the world record that had stood for over ten years.
"Oh my, is the timer working properly? One competition produced three world record breakers and five sub-10-second hundred-meter sprinters?"
"Wow, I actually witnessed the birth of a world record."
"Finally saw the legendary speed of a leopard. Starting half a second later and still leading human athletes by so much."
"Learned something new, learned something new. Leopards are really fast."
"8.98, huh, the title of the world's fastest man might have to be handed over."
"That's unlikely. After all, this wasn't a normal competition, so the results probably won't be counted."
"Whether it's counted or not, from today on, Su Feiren has refreshed the human limit speed. No objections, right?"
"I admire the guys behind. They should be amateur runners, right? To run such a result this time."
"If I were them, I could brag about this for a lifetime."
"Not just a lifetime, I'd engrave the race video as a QR code on my tombstone. Others can just scan it to see."
"Damn, I should have signed up for this event too. Not only could I run with Su Feiren and a leopard, but I could also break a world record."
"What a miss, what a miss. I think if I were chased by a leopard, I could probably break the record too."
"Looks like Su Feiren might have some psychological setbacks in the future."
"Su Feiren: I've tried my best to run, but I just can't find that feeling anymore."
"Maybe he found a new training idea."
"How? Running in the cages at West Rainbow Zoo? With a piece of meat tied behind?"
"Win and live, lose and die?"
"Here's a suggestion: run with the lion king, the effect might be even better."
...
While the audience marveled, Su Feiren, who had just broken the record, was also looking at the timer next to him in disbelief, as if he couldn't believe this result was his.
"Am I dreaming? I actually ran under 9 seconds!"
"Is this really the speed I can run?"
At this moment, Su Feiren was somewhat questioning his life. You know, even if he wanted to improve by 0.01 seconds, it was harder than ascending to the heavens.
Not just him, the other four human athletes, exhausted like dead dogs, were also laughing at the timer next to them while lying on the ground.
Even if they knew this wasn't their real result, so what? As long as it was their result, that's all that mattered. They didn't care how they ran it.
If their phones were with them, they'd probably call their relatives and friends immediately, spreading the news to all their chat groups.
And just as the few of them were gloating, Li Bao, who had just finished the race, walked past them leisurely.
That disdainful little look seemed to say, I gave you a chance and you still couldn't make it.
With the end of the competition, the news and video of Su Feiren breaking the world hundred-meter record spread like wildfire.
Even the real hundred-meter record holder, upon hearing the news, couldn't help but glance at the Doberman next door.

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."

't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.