249: Chapter 249 A Reverse Speeding Race Teaches People a Lesson!

Li Li tossed out two words: "Very good."

He turned and plunged into the rolling white mist, instantly engulfed by the -180°C liquid nitrogen.

Jiang Rumu crushed the empty mineral water bottle in her hand.

"Dead lunatic." She tossed the bottle aside, turned, and walked toward the lounge corridor, not even having the interest to glance back.

She couldn't be bothered with what this man was about to do; either way, someone was definitely going to have a terrible time.

On the large screen in the official livestream room, blood-red numbers flickered.

[Number of Eliminated: 402]

Three billion viewers worldwide stared intently at this string of numbers. There were exactly ten minutes left until the countdown ended!

Shen Jue was frantically pounding the table in the livestream room, making the cola can shake: "Brothers! The overall situation is decided! The top two are both from our East University! What do you call this move? This is a double crushing of intelligence and strength!"

The chat barrage was overwhelming.

[East University's luck is insane! But why did Dean Li go back? Tired of living?]

[Forget about Li Li, look at the mud pit area quickly! I'm dying of laughter!]

The director cut to a panoramic view; in the spray zone 150 meters away, a spectacle of confusing human behavior was unfolding.

South Korea's Park Ji-hoon, North Korea's Kim Chol, and Japan's Sato Kenji—these three top East Asian influencers—had now completely achieved a physical "Three Kingdoms" standoff.

Hardener combined with dry ice had cast them into an indestructible cement sculpture. Park Ji-hoon's hands were tightly gripping Kim Chol's neck, Kim Chol's legs were wrapped around Sato Kenji's waist, and Sato Kenji's fingers were dug into Park Ji-hoon's nostrils.

The three maintained this extremely twisted posture, frozen solid. Even when the red scanning light of the Mechanical Doll hit them, it couldn't be bothered to fire; these three were more still than stone.

The camera panned.

Their female teammates—South Korea's Song Yaren, North Korea's Li Chunji, and Japan's Yui—had already nimbly crossed the roller obstacle.

The three women didn't even look back.

[Hahahaha! Men only affect the speed of drawing your sword!]

[These three sisters: Forget about those three embarrassing things, focusing on our careers is what matters!]

[Female power awakening! I'm siding with the women's team on this one!]

The view shifted back to the Chinese team's echelon.

Gu Zeyan was kneeling on the loess, desperately picking at the cement chunks on his thighs. The fabric tore, ripping away a large patch of leg hair along with it.

"Ah!" Gu Zeyan screamed. His carefully styled Korean-style layered hair was plastered with mud, collapsing into a bird's nest.

Yin Ruoying seemed to sense something; she glanced back at him, gave a cold snort, and then turned to plunge into the liquid nitrogen zone ahead.

At the very front of the course.

At the 250-meter mark, deep within the liquid nitrogen zone.

Team USA's Marcus and Sarah, along with another American team, Hunter and Mia, were struggling to trek forward, with Russia's Anya following closely behind.

Earlier, to gain speed, they hadn't used the floor drains to dry their clothes while crossing the water pool.

Retribution had arrived.

The -180°C liquid nitrogen sprayed onto their soaked clothes, instantly forming a thick layer of ice armor. Marcus's two-hundred-plus-pound frame was shivering violently from the cold, his teeth chattering with a clacking sound.

"Fuck... this damn place... it's too cold!" Marcus hugged his arms, dragging two icebergs with every step he took.

Sarah was petite; her lips were purple from the cold. The parkour strides she usually prided herself on were impossible to take, and she could only shuffle forward like a penguin.

Anya was five meters to their right. This Russian rock-climbing fanatic worked at high altitudes year-round, so her cold resistance was still holding up.

She said nothing, quickening her pace and deliberately widening the distance between herself and Team USA.

These Americans have holes in their brains; better stay away to avoid catching it, Anya thought.

Twenty meters behind Team USA.

Former Middleweight Boxing Champion strode forward with long, purposeful steps.

His clothes were dry; he had listened to Li Li's shout earlier and dried them thoroughly by the pool. Although he was cold now, it was well within a tolerable range.

Former Middleweight Boxing Champion stared fixedly at Sarah's back in front of him, the veins in his neck bulging, his knuckles cracking as he clenched his fists.

The image of Chu Lingfeng being tripped and knocked down replayed repeatedly in his mind.

Kill her! Kill these bastards playing dirty!

Former Middleweight Boxing Champion's muscles were screaming for violence, but he forcibly suppressed his instinct to sprint.

"Don't go fucking crazy."

Former Middleweight Boxing Champion gritted his back teeth, swallowing his anger. He represented East University, he represented the nation's destiny.

Making a move here would not only lead to disqualification but also drag down the team's points.

The big picture comes first.

Marcus heard the footsteps behind him and struggled to turn around. Meeting Former Middleweight Boxing Champion's flushed, furious face, he bared his frozen lips and burst into arrogant mockery.

"Hey! East University sissy! Your teammate got eliminated, and you don't even dare to let out a fart?" Marcus provoked loudly in English, "You East University folks are only fit to hide in the back and eat dust!"

Sarah laughed along: "He doesn't dare, Marcus. They're just a bunch of rule-abiding sheep."

On foreign Twitter and YouTube livestreams, American netizens were in a frenzy.

[See that! East University is just a bunch of cowards! They don't even dare to fight back after being pushed!]

[What's the use of that No. 001 running fast? In the next game, Hunter and Marcus will definitely tear them to shreds!]

The atmosphere in the domestic livestream room was extremely low.

[Damn it! This is so frustrating! Former Middleweight Boxing Champion, beat him up!]

[You can't hit him! If you hit him, you'll be disqualified! Former Middleweight Boxing Champion, hold it in, keeping the points is most important!]

[The Americans are too despicable! These rules from the event organizers are just protecting scum!]

Former Middleweight Boxing Champion's breathing was heavy, white mist spraying from his nostrils. He ignored the provocation, steadily maintaining his rhythm, approaching the finish line step by step.

Thirty meters left until the exit of the liquid nitrogen zone.

Sarah saw the red finish line ahead. She turned her head smugly, preparing to blow another kiss to Former Middleweight Boxing Champion.

"The hibiscus... has bloomed..."

The nursery rhyme played right on time.

Sarah had just turned her head back, preparing to make the final sprint.

The rolling white mist was suddenly torn apart from within.

A black shadow smashed through the air currents, speeding in reverse, leaving a blur in its wake!

The speed was too fast!

It was so fast that even the director's high-definition motion-capture camera only caught a blurry patch of color!

Sarah's vision went black, and a suffocating pressure descended upon her.

She instinctively widened her eyes.

Within her vision, the number tag hanging on that person's chest was clearly imprinted.

[001]

Li Li!

Wasn't he already across the line?! Why was he rushing over from the front?!

Sarah's brain couldn't process this absurd information in time.

Li Li didn't slow down at all; his body, enhanced by [Extreme Physical Fitness], carried terrifying kinetic energy as he plowed straight into her!

Shoulders lowered.

Iron Mountain Lean!

"Bang—"

A muffled thud exploded in the liquid nitrogen zone.

Sarah's feet left the ground, and she flew backward over five meters, smashing through the hard ice layer and plowing two deep furrows into the loess.

Her entire skeleton felt like it was falling apart, her internal organs churning violently.

Sarah's vision blurred, her consciousness rapidly slipping away.

The second before she completely lost consciousness, that tall, upright figure stopped beside her, looking down from above.

Li Li brushed the ice shards off his shoulder.

Pure American English slammed down.

"Oops, wrong person."

Sarah rolled her eyes back and completely passed out.

The whole arena was deathly silent.

Marcus's mockery stuck in his throat; his mouth was agape, unable to make a sound.

Hunter stopped, his face full of disbelief.

Anya was stunned, watching from the side, even forgetting how cold it was.

Former Middleweight Boxing Champion was stunned in place, then immediately erupted into a heaven-shaking roar: "Well done! Holy shit, that was well done!"

The domestic TikTok livestream room.

The chat barrage paused for three seconds.

Then, it completely crashed.

[Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!!!]

[Physical transcendence! This is what you call physical transcendence!]

["Oops, wrong person," hahahahaha! That reason is insane! Do you dare to call a foul on him, event organizers? He did it by accident!]

[Dean Li: The rules say you can't beat or harm anyone, but they didn't say you can't accidentally crash into them!]

[What is called big-picture thinking? This is big-picture thinking! You plot against my teammate, I turn right back around and crash you into a vegetable!]

Shen Jue jumped three feet high on the sofa, kicked over the coffee table, and roared to the sky: "Brother Li is awesome!!! This is a real man! Who the fuck said we at East University are sissies! Come out and get beaten!"

The foreign livestream room went silent instantly; the American netizens who were just clamoring became mutes.

Li Li stood in place.

"The hibiscus... has bloomed..."

The nursery rhyme stopped abruptly.

Li Li froze in place, as steady as a mountain. The Mechanical Doll's red light scanned over him, showing nothing unusual.

He stepped over Sarah and looked up at the stunned Marcus.

He raised his right hand, index and middle fingers together, and tapped his forehead casually.

His lip movements were clear and silent.

"Next."