CHAPTER 442: 126. SORRY FOR NOT BEING ABLE TO ENTERTAIN LADY YE SHIYU FULLY_5

"What kind of joke is this?!! How could I possibly say such a thing!!"

"Humph?!!"

"Bang!!"

The golden explosive pig was instantly smashed into an uneven shape by Spencer’s punch and then uncontrollably exploded.

"Boom!!"

The illusion of Piggy Manor completely shattered, revealing reality.

At this moment, the only thing that captivated everyone’s attention was the tragic figure lying on the plastic track, eyes scattered due to low blood sugar.

It was Spencer.

Spencer, she was a whole 50 meters from the finish line!

At the nearby platform, countless people covered their mouths, eyes filled with disbelief,

"Did Spencer... really get taken down?"

"Yes... yes."

At the Track and Field Club’s location, several people looked at Spencer, who couldn’t move on the track, realizing something, and quickly turned to Owen,

"President, this..."

"Ah, exactly."

Owen propped up his chin, glanced at Spencer collapsed on the ground, then glanced at Ye Shiyu standing straight at the finish line, showing a faint smile, and spoke,

"The 400-meter race is the most hellish event in track and field. You guys are amateurs so you might not feel it, but if it were the seniors in the club they would know.

"400 meters is also called the ’deadly 400 meters’, running at full speed to the limit of one’s physical abilities, even the world’s top track athletes would find it unbearably painful."

Owen’s gaze was calm, looking at Ye Shiyu standing at the finish line, he marveled,

"That Ye Shiyu ran very slowly in the first lap of the race walking, not only observing Spencer’s physical limits and track experience but also depleting most of her energy.

"After resting for a few minutes, it would be hard for Spencer to run a full 400 meters at full strength, let alone with Yan Huan."

Next to him, Zhaofeng touched his chin, puzzled,

"So you mean, that Ye Shiyu was..."

Owen nodded, affirming Zhaofeng’s thoughts,

"Ah, exactly. Ye Shiyu controlled her speed, deliberately running towards the edge of time that Spencer couldn’t endure. If Spencer tried to surpass her, she would inevitably collapse."

"That Ye Shiyu’s calculation ability is actually so terrifying?"

Zhaofeng looked towards Ye Shiyu who was slowly walking towards Spencer from the finish line, feeling fear for the first time towards Senior Sister Ye who always seemed calm and unassuming.

In the track field, Ye Shiyu approached, looking at the collapsed and barely conscious Spencer on the ground, revealing a terrifying smile,

"According to my calculations, you wouldn’t have even made it the last 100 meters. I didn’t expect you to push your body to the limit and make it to the last 50 meters...

"Though you’re a fool, your physical condition is surprisingly strong, deserving of respect..."

But Spencer lying on the track field no longer had the strength to resist, and she even found it difficult to move her eyeballs to look at Ye Shiyu beside her.

Her body was severely burdened; she had participated in several races in the morning, and if it weren’t for using her superpower to recover in battle, she might have been drained dry long ago.

"..."

There was no time to mourn for Spencer’s collapse, rushing to the track battleground next was...

The Student Union President, Yan Huan!

"..."

...a hell of a battleground!

Yan Huan just grimaced and held the walkie-talkie as he slowly ran over from the track.

"Hiss..."

Yan Huan halfway through realized that Spencer had exhausted her strength, discerned the bad situation, and quickly jumped off... no, hopped off her.

He was spared from difficulty and didn’t crash together with student Spencer.

He walked over, looked at the all-too-familiar scene, rubbed his own brow, and didn’t continue to challenge the Demon King... ers, Ye Shiyu.

Instead, he patted Ye Shiyu on the shoulder, waking her from her Demon King state, took out the walkie-talkie, and took over the scene,

"Logistics team members, please notify the medical room, here’s a student who has fainted due to low blood sugar."

"Okay, President, on it."

Yan Huan glanced at the pitiable Spencer lying on the ground, somewhat speechlessly withdrew his gaze.

And next to him, Ye Shiyu couldn’t even bother to look at the utterly defeated subordinate she had annihilated.

She just clenched her phone, feeling the phone buzzing due to continuous notification sounds.

"Ding ding ding~"

"Congratulations, mission accomplished!!"