From the Heavens Descended an Immortal Sister

"On your marks!"

Following the referee's shout, Fang Ren and a group of people walked onto the track.

"Fang Ren, go for it! Medical Class Three, victory is ours!"

"Sun Yan will win! Cultivation is invincible!"

…

The cheerleading squads in the field began to dance again, and Fang Ren, moved, watched the usually unreliable girls from his class vigorously waving the pom-poms in their hands. These guys always heckled him, calling him a scumbag, but they still showed their support when it mattered.

Bang—

At the sound of the referee's starting gun, a group of athletes immediately began jostling for the inner lanes. Fang Ren's track was too far from the inner lane; he only managed to secure the third position before deciding not to fight for a better spot.

As soon as the race began, students in the stands erupted into deafening cheers once more.

"Ranzi, take them down! We can't lose in spirit!"

"A bunch of weaklings! Let Sun Yan show them the huge gap between us!"

"Li Wenbo! If you win, Cui Hua is yours! I'll give up my pursuit for your sake!"

"Ranzi! If you win, Jing's family will send you three cases of Kidney Treasure! Condoms for life, free of charge! Get it arranged for me!"

Er Gou from a certain class frowned and said, "Damn it! Mr. Jing's offer is quite tempting. Maybe Da Qiang should just give up the race and go get some Kidney Treasure from Mr.

Jing?"

A student sitting far away quietly pointed at the figure of Er Gou and whispered to a classmate, "Who is he? Seems like he's in every story, like a plastic case on every book."

Classmate: "Don't you have a clue who the protagonist is?"

For a time, all sorts of shouting filled the sports field, and the teachers in the stands, faced with all sorts of explicit comments, were at a loss. After all, the university's sports meets had always been like this. No matter how they tried to control it, it was unmanageable.

If they nabbed one person here, ten more would emerge elsewhere, growing more excited the more they were reprimanded...

On the track, Sun Yan took the lead, followed by a student from another class in the Cultivation System. Fang Ren was still in third place.

One couldn't ignore the fact that students of the Cultivation System naturally had stronger physiques. Even if they were just Practitioners in the Yuanxin Realm and didn't use True Qi, they could still pull ahead by over twenty meters from the average person by the end of the first lap.

As the first lap neared its end, the students from other systems were nearly thirty meters behind those from the Cultivation System. Still, Fang Ren maintained his third-place position without falling behind or overtaking anyone.

Sun Yan had no intention of revealing his strength in the first lap. After all, keeling over dead from excessive exertion after just one lap would be too unrealistic, and assassinating Fang Ren right away seemed too dull for Sun Yan.

There were three classes in the Cultivation System, hence three competitors. Fang Ren was sandwiched in third place, with Sun Yan firmly in the lead and Zhang Chao from the second class of the Cultivation System in second place, followed by Wu Bin from the third class in fourth position.

"The guy from the Medical System must be an idiot to think he can run against those from the Cultivation System. He won't be able to move in the last two laps! Dying for face."

"I bet he's going to be the last one this time. With that speed, he's definitely going to run out of energy by the third lap."

"Damn it, Ranzi is actually taking the bait from Sun Yan!"

"If he slows down now, he might still make top five, but the kid doesn't seem to have any intention of stopping!"

Most people in the stands thought Fang Ren was just trying to look strong for the first two laps, but would end up embarrassed in the last two.

The first lap ended, and the second lap was already a tenth done.

"Heh! What a fool!"

Sun Yan, in the lead, looked back at Fang Ren, who was still in third place after one lap, and couldn't help but sneer to himself.

In a flash, Sun Yan increased his speed dramatically to pull away from the few people behind him.

In his eyes, the fact that Fang Ren dared to stay among them, the Cultivation Practitioners, during the second lap was clearly a response to his provocation. If he sped up, Fang Ren would surely be unable to keep up.

Seeing Sun Yan speed up, Zhang Chao, who was behind him, wasn't willing to be shown up. He immediately accelerated as well.

Fang Ren just kept following behind Zhang Chao, matching his pace whenever he accelerated, moving unhurriedly.

Wu Bin, who was in fourth place, couldn't hold back any longer; he had been trailing behind Fang Ren, a regular student, which was quite embarrassing. Now with Sun Yan accelerating, he was determined to overtake Fang Ren, the non-Cultivation Mortal.

Wu Bin quickly surpassed Fang Ren, then overtook Zhang Chao, pursuing Sun Yan closely behind.

Seeing himself fall to the last among the four, Fang Ren immediately chased after them, surpassing Zhang Chao to retake third place.

Zhang Chao, feeling uncomfortable at being passed by a non-Cultivation Mortal, immediately picked up an even faster pace to overtake him. Inspired by this, Fang Ren surged ahead, surpassing both Wu Bin and Sun Yan to take the lead.

"Damn it! Just what I needed!"

Seeing the others getting fired up, Sun Yan immediately sped up, faster than Zhang Chao, to take first place. He believed that if they kept up the chase, Fang Ren would quickly run out of steam.

Not only would Fang Ren lose face, but Sun Yan could also drop his number card, creating the illusion that Fang Ren had died suddenly.

Fang Ren also picked up speed from behind. As long as he fell to fourth place, he would immediately surge to third, and upon reaching third, he wouldn't try to overtake anymore.

With these few suddenly picking up speed and chasing each other, the students in the stands screamed in excitement, and the cheerleaders at the center of the field waved their pom-poms like mad.

"Go Sun Yan! Our class must take first place!"

"Wu Bin, beat them from Class One! I freaking couldn't stand Class One's guys all along!"

"Zhang Chao, what are you doing! Overtake and take first! Stop comparing yourself with that guy from the Medical System!"

"Ranzi, for God's sake, slow down..."

Up in the stands, Li Xingwang and Jing Haichuan covered their faces, afraid to watch any further, worried that Fang Ren might suddenly slow down, unable to run, and be overtaken by the group behind.

The speed of the four runners was still on the rise, constantly changing positions as if they were now seriously competing, their pace already comparable to a hundred-meter sprint!

"Holy shit! Have these guys lost their minds? There are still two laps to go!"

"Damn it! It's almost the third lap already! And they're still speeding up!"

"Ranzi, slow down a bit... let's just aim for the top five..." Jing and Li could only cover their faces, feeling helpless.

...

On the track, the few runners were persistently overtaking each other, with Fang Ren consistently maintaining the third or fourth position, never more than four meters behind the leader.

As they raced swiftly forward, the students who had been left behind were just beginning their second lap while these four were already on their third, extending the gap to a full lap from the trailing group!

"Holy shit! It's the last lap now!"

"Damn it! They still haven't slowed down! Are they out of their minds?"

"Ranzi, don't exhaust yourself, slow down..."

Jing and Li began to sense that something was terribly wrong.

As the final lap was underway, Sun Yan's expression turned ferocious when he realized Fang Ren was still closely behind him, without falling back even slightly and not showing any signs of fatigue.

"Fuck! Go die!"

Unable to take it anymore, Sun Yan flicked his arm, discarding the number bib on his chest. Fang Ren, right behind him, had no way of avoiding the swift killing blow of the assassination charm.

As Sun Yan's bib hit the ground, Fang Ren stepped right over it, and a cold smile started to spread across Sun Yan's face.

Fang Ren continued to run.

1 second, 2 seconds, 3...

Sun Yan's smile froze on his face. Fang Ren was still running normally, already three seconds in! Fang Ren had run three meters past the bib and the assassination charm hadn't activated!

What the hell was going on!

In the stands, Wang Baidai and Wang Cang were also stunned. The assassination charm hadn't triggered! Fang Ren had clearly stepped right over it. Normally, he should have dropped dead on the spot, his nervous system shattered!

"Did the charm Leader Sha gave us malfunction?" Wang Cang frowned.

"No, wait a bit longer. Maybe it takes more time to activate," Wang Baidai's eye twitched as he chose to continue waiting.

"Only 300 meters left in the men's 1500-meter race! We can see that these four athletes have been speeding up since their second lap to get to this point! What kind of changes will the next 300 meters bring? And who will snatch the first place in the group race..."

A young man on the announcer's platform held the microphone and spoke with impassioned exuberance, igniting the audience's emotions to a fever pitch.

"Holy crap! This guy from the medical department is still in the top three! His endurance is insane!"

"It's useless, in the last 300 meters the three from the Cultivation System can easily widen the gap by nearly fifty meters. Just you wait and see."

"Ranzi, you've held on this long, just let loose and go for it!"

No sooner had these words fallen than the four runners on the track were only 200 meters away from the finish line.

At that moment, Fang Ren's legs suddenly tensed, and he burst forward from fourth place with a surge of speed.

He was incredibly fast, while Sun Yan and the other two were at the brink of exhaustion. Compared to them, Fang Ren appeared as fresh and energetic as if he had just entered the field.

After seven or eight strides, Fang Ren directly overtook the three to move into first place.

"Bastard!"

Seeing this, Sun Yan gritted his teeth to speed up, but the numbness in his legs and the dizziness before his eyes left him feeling helpless, and he even wished he could use True Qi to catch up right now.

"Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! How can this guy from the medical department be so fierce!"

As Fang Ren surpassed Sun Yan and the others, everyone in the stands was dumbfounded!

"How is this possible! A normal person's body still has reserve strength at this point!"

"Damn, damn, damn! He's still speeding up! The three from the Cultivation System have been left behind by ten meters! He must be on steroids!"

"Sun Yan! What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Wu Bin, don't disgrace our class!"

"Bro, take those guys from the Cultivation System down! Show them who's boss!"

The stands erupted into a cacophony of shouts and jeers. Jing and Li, who had been facepalming until then, suddenly leapt from their seats at the sudden turn.

"Damn it! Ranzi, crush him! Crush that Bastard for me!"

"Mock him! Look back! Piss the fucker off!"

Li Xingwang snatched off Jing Haichuan's T-shirt in one quick move, twirling it over his head as he jumped around.

"You son of a bitch!"

Jing Haichuan was baffled. He hastily yanked out his belt and also started swinging it around in the stands, creating quite the scene.

So, there were the two brawny men, one shirtless with a belt in hand, and the other holding up his pants with one hand and waving his shirt with the other, making for a most outrageous display!

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