347: Lei Jun, what exactly are you trying to do?

Tony, Zhao Ya, Lin Xiaoya, and Qin Yu stood in the audience, their faces looking a bit grim, momentarily at a loss for words.

Their hearts were filled with doubt and confusion; why was Lei Jun running like this?

A marathon wasn't a hundred-meter dash; starting with a full-speed sprint completely defied any long-distance running tactics.

The others were right; this way of running would only rapidly deplete her stamina. Forget finishing the race—whether she could even finish five kilometers was a question.

Tony's orchid fingers were tightly clenched, his face pale.

"Oh my God! Why is my Muse running like this? She’s clearly so smart; it’s impossible for her not to know the rules of a marathon."

He wanted to refute those mocking words, but he swallowed them back as they reached his lips because he couldn't find any reason to object—everything the others said was factual.

Zhao Ya stood with her arms crossed, her brow furrowed, her eyes full of worry.

Coming from a military background, she understood the principles of stamina distribution better than anyone; she knew exactly how fast a high-speed sprint drained one's energy.

Even the top scouts in the military couldn't maintain a hundred-meter sprint pace for more than a minute.

The faster Lei Jun ran now, the more dangerous it would be later. Could she really hold on?

Lin Xiaoya bit her lip hard, her hands clenched so tightly they turned red, her heart both anxious and angry.

She wanted to believe in Lei Jun, but the scene before her really left her with no confidence.

What on earth was Boss thinking? Was it really just an impulse?

Looking at the mocking faces around her, she felt both angry and powerless, only able to mutter in her heart: Boss, hurry up and stop to adjust your speed, don't rush like this!

Qin Yu’s face was dark, his eyes fixed on the pink figure on the track, his heart also filled with confusion.

The Lei Jun he knew always planned before acting and wouldn't do anything she wasn't sure of.

But today's operation was truly too abnormal. Did Lei Jun have some kind of trump card?

Seeing the quartet remain silent, the crowd mocked them even more unscrupulously: "Why aren't you talking? Weren't you acting pretty tough just now?"

"I said she wouldn't finish, but you didn't believe me. Now you know, right?"

"When she collapses from exhaustion later, don't you go crying."

Facing these piercing words, the quartet's hearts burned with fury, yet they were unable to refute them.

They could only stare intently at the track, their hearts constantly wondering: Lei Jun, what exactly are you doing?

Meanwhile, on the track, Lei Jun completely ignored the discussions and mockery behind her; not only did she not slow down, but she even slightly increased her speed.

She could clearly feel the power brought by her skill; her body felt no discomfort, and instead, the more she ran, the easier it became.

To her, this kind of high-speed running was nothing at all; her skill could support her for an hour, and she had plenty of time to slowly finish the race.

At this, the mockery from the audience grew even more intense.

"My God! Does she have water in her brain? She dares to speed up?"

"Crazy! Completely crazy! Is she trying to burn through her stamina quickly so she can quit the race early?"

"I bet she’ll only run for another thirty seconds at most before her legs go weak and she hits the ground!"

The man who had just said Lei Jun wouldn't last more than ten-odd seconds mocked her harshly: "At this speed, she'll be out of energy in no time. Just wait for the show!"

He was certain that Lei Jun would soon fail; as long as she collapsed, he could mock them back ruthlessly and even win Lin Xiaoya's five hundred yuan.

One second, two seconds, three seconds... ten-odd seconds passed quickly.

Lei Jun was still sprinting at high speed on the track, her posture upright and her steps steady, with no sign of her stamina hitting rock bottom; even her breathing wasn't the least bit labored.

The man's face instantly flushed bright red, both angry and annoyed.

He hadn't expected to be slapped in the face on the spot. His anger flared up, and he shouted at those around him in shame and rage, "It's just her dumb luck! She definitely won't last more than half a minute!"

The people around were also a bit surprised, but they still followed suit: "Exactly, it's just luck! Within half a minute, she'll definitely collapse!"

However, another half-minute passed.

Lei Jun was still like a bolt of Pink Lightning, flying across the track, getting further and further away from the main pack, even leaving the top athlete Kamara far behind.

This time, even more people were slapped in the face.

Everyone's expressions were a bit awkward, yet they still refused to admit defeat, their mouths remaining stubborn: "Hmph, don't get cocky! At this speed, one minute is the limit! She definitely won't last a minute!"

Time ticked away second by second, and one minute soon arrived.

Lei Jun was still sprinting at high speed, her pace not slowing down in the slightest, her physical state still perfect, even steadier than at the beginning.

The audience fell silent instantly; those who had been mocking her just now were all slapped in the face, and for a moment, they didn't know what to say.

Only the sound of the wind blowing and the airflow generated by Lei Jun's running remained at the scene.

Tony was stunned for a moment before reacting, jumping up in excitement, his orchid finger flicking as his voice changed pitch: "Oh my God! My Muse! So badass! She actually held on for a minute!"

The doubt in his heart gradually dissipated, replaced by ecstasy. Regardless of whether Lei Jun could hold on later, based on this one-minute high-speed sprint alone, she was already far beyond ordinary people.

Zhao Ya's furrowed brow finally relaxed a bit, the worry in her eyes lessening and being replaced by shock and admiration. As a soldier, she knew all too well how difficult this was.

Even she, at her peak state, could only maintain this speed for a few dozen seconds. For Lei Jun to hold on for a minute was simply a miracle!

Lin Xiaoya jumped up in excitement, waving her fists vigorously and shouting, "Go Boss! Boss is the best!"

The previous grievance and worry were swept away, leaving only a heart full of pride.

She knew it—Boss would never let anyone down!

A long-absent smile appeared on Qin Yu's face, his eyes full of worship. He knew it—Boss definitely had a trump card!

This one-minute performance was already enough to slap those mockers in the face.

Seeing those who were now speechless and embarrassed, the quartet felt incredibly vindicated.

How arrogant these people had been just now was how pathetic they looked now.

But after the joy passed, worry surfaced in the hearts of the four again.

Lei Jun had already run at high speed for a minute. Although she was in good condition now, a marathon was a long-distance run of dozens of kilometers, not a one-minute sprint.

In a few minutes, her stamina would surely be completely exhausted. What should she do then?

Even if she was leading by a lot now, it would be useless if she couldn't run later... On the track, Kamara looked at the pink figure far ahead, his face so dark it looked like it could drip ink, his heart full of rage and disdain.

He was a world champion, the ruler of the marathon track, yet he was being left behind by an amateur, a rich young lady who didn't even understand the rules of a marathon. To him, this was a sheer humiliation!