The previous records, already shattered by the influence of Lantian Silver Thread Rice, were rendered obsolete. Usain Bolt who was once hailed as the world’s fastest man, now had to relinquish his crown to Su Jing.
And it didn’t stop there. Su Jing continued his winning streak, claiming gold medals and breaking records in every event he entered.
The men’s 200 meters, 400 meters, 110-meter hurdles, 400-meter hurdles, high jump, long jump, decathlon, triathlon— no sport could withstand his relentless assault. One by one, world records fell before his unstoppable might.
The whole world was in a state of awe and disbelief. People questioned the very limits of human potential. Was Su Jing even human? How could one person excel in such a diverse range of events?
In the 2008 Beijing Olympics, when Michael Phelps won eight gold medals, the world marveled at his achievements.
But Phelps’ events were confined to the swimming domain. In contrast, Su Jing’s range of participation was vast, and he had already claimed nearly twenty gold medals. His feats were nothing short of sensational.
The global conversation revolved around this extraordinary individual, a god-like figure who seemed to defy all known boundaries. With each passing competition, Su Jing’s fame grew, drawing in an immense amount of spiritual force to him.
The Holy Light of the Angel Badge expanded at an accelerated pace, approaching the region in Africa where countless lives had already been lost.
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The Tokyo Olympics were drawing to a close, and the Angel Badge’s Holy Light was on its way to the mysterious region in Africa where a significant number of people had inexplicably perished.
The faint black mist, imperceptible to ordinary individuals, was dissipating rapidly as the Holy Light approached.
One evening, Su Jing received a call from Luo Qilin. Immediately answering, Su Jing heard Luo Qilin’s voice on the other end, “Master, the evil aura is dissipating rapidly here.”
“Did the Undead being put up any resistance?” Su Jing inquired.
“No, it appears to have already vacated the area. There have been no mysterious deaths for the past half an hour,” Luo Qilin replied.
“Then come over to my location,” Su Jing instructed.
The Undead proved too formidable for Luo Qilin to track directly. Getting too close would likely result in his discovery and subsequent demise. Sending him there was merely for him to observe the situation from a distance.
With the Undead being no longer in the vicinity, there was no need for him to stay. It would be better for him to return to Su Jing’s side for support.
“Alright,” Luo Qilin replied without hesitation, immediately directing his Stand to head over to Su Jing’s location at the fastest speed.
The next morning, Luo Qilin’s Stand arrived, and Su Jing advised him to exercise caution and remain vigilant, carrying out surveillance work to prevent any unexpected incidents.
As the encounter with the Undead being drew closer, Su Jing’s sense of unease grew stronger, and he felt as if danger was lurking nearby.
Today, Su Jing was scheduled to compete in the final event: The Boxing Finals. His opponent was a Russian boxer.
The atmosphere in the venue was incredibly lively, with almost all spectators, except for the Russian audience, cheering for Su Jing. It wasn’t because the Russian boxer was weak; after all, he had made it to the finals and couldn’t be underestimated.
It wasn’t about his character either. The reason for the overwhelming support for Su Jing was simply his skyrocketing popularity. With nineteen gold medals already in his possession, he seemed unstoppable.
Furthermore, when it came to boxing, Su Jing had won all his previous matches with overwhelming strength, knocking out every opponent he faced. His matches didn’t even require scoring.
On the other hand, the Russian boxer had fought in twenty matches, and the outcome was clear. It could be said that unless something unexpected occurred, the gold medal was undoubtedly going to Su Jing, to China.
Just as the match was about to commence, Su Jing’s expression suddenly changed. On his left side, a creature invisible to ordinary people materialized— a phantom. It was Luo Qilin’s Stand.
He spoke, “Master, I’ve located Song Junhao, Ou Qingsong, and a group of individuals. They just entered the arena and are rapidly approaching your location. It appears they are coming for you.”
Su Jing frowned when he heard this, he had instructed Luo Qilin to continuously monitor the surroundings, particularly guarding against the Undead being.
Although the Undead being should be far away in Africa and unable to withstand the proximity to the Angel Badge’s Holy Light, the fact that he dared to reveal himself meant that he either had a backup plan or was willing to expose himself in order to gain strength.
In any case, he intended to confront Su Jing directly. Su Jing couldn’t dismiss the possibility that the Undead being had found a way to approach him after leaving the previous area, so he had to exercise caution.
However, he never expected to discover Song Junhao and Ou Qingsong, who had been missing for some time. How did they have the audacity to come after him?”
Could this be related to the Undead being?” Su Jing wondered. He couldn’t afford to be careless. Without hesitation, Su Jing withdrew from the arena, heading towards the audience stands where Su Zhenyue, Ye Qin, Su Ya, and Shi Qing were and taking them away with him.
The bewildered spectators wondered what was happening. The match was about to start, so why was Su Jing leaving now? Was he not going to compete?
Su Zhenyue and the others were also puzzled, but upon seeing Su Jing’s anxious and worried expression, they refrained from questioning him further.
After entering a private restroom, with no outsiders present, Su Jing hypnotized all four of them and placed them inside the Spirit Beast Bag.
Although the Spirit Beast Bag was primarily used for storing Spirit Beasts and it was a bit cramped to accommodate them, but there was no time to be concerned about that in the interest of their safety.
Meanwhile, Song Junhao, Ou Qingsong, and a group of eight individuals had already entered the arena, strutting about and searching intently, completely disregarding the people around them. Two burly black men even stepped onto the ring.
“Who are you? This is the competition ring. Get out of here!” The Russian boxer exclaimed, his temper flaring as he pointed at the two black men and cursed.
Without any hesitation, one of the black men waved his hand and delivered a powerful slap across the Russian boxer’s face. The tall Russian was sent spiraling through the air, crashing out of the ring and landing heavily on the ground. Blood spewed from his mouth as he slipped into unconsciousness.
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