340: Chapter 340 We are the champions!

"You come back here!"

Chen You grabbed Zhang Shun, who was about to dive into the water.

The tight swimming trunks made Zhang Shun gasp, and he turned back with a frustrated face.

"Brother! Those bastards are going too far!"

Chen You sneered, his gaze sweeping over the underworld monsters on the water surface who were recklessly throwing water mines and casting broken nets.

He let go of Zhang Shun and patted the water stains off his hands.

"Since they want to play like this, then I won't act like a human either."

He opened the system interface, his finger hovering over the title bar.

Chen You directly unequipped the long-hidden title [immortal path pioneer] and swapped it for another title that had been gathering dust for a long time—

[Terror of Ghosts].

The moment the title was equipped, the air in the entire Huangquan Sports Center seemed to freeze.

The originally bone-chilling indoor temperature suddenly transformed into a terrifying pressure that made the soul tremble.

It was an absolute crushing force from high-dimensional laws, a pure baleful aura condensed after tens of thousands of souls had perished under the sword.

"Gurgle gurgle..."

On lane two, the Water Monkey that was about to spit out a second pale net suddenly stiffened.

Extreme fear flashed in its bulging eyes, and a distorted scream escaped its throat.

Its limbs instantly went rigid, and it sank straight to the bottom of the water, leaving only a string of desperate bubbles.

On lane three, the Headless Floating Corpses that were pulling water mines out of their chests seemed to be hit by an invisible giant hammer.

Their bloated bodies contracted violently, the water mines in their hands fell into their own mouths, and then they all knelt down in the shallow water area, shaking like chaff.

The Yaksha in lane four was even worse; the rusty steel fork in its hand slipped and smashed onto its own foot, and it didn't even dare to let out a scream.

It just held its head with its arms, buried its face deep into the black pool water, and trembled with its butt sticking up.

The whole place was dead silent.

Only the black bubbles on the water surface were still popping.

The two green soul fires in the eye sockets of Referee Aguda, who was holding a bone starting pistol, flickered violently, almost going out.

Its entire skeleton made an overburdened grinding sound, and with a "thud," its knees hit the tiles, and it knelt directly.

"Lord... you, you are..." Aguda's voice trembled, and he didn't even bother to fix his aviator sunglasses as they slid to the tip of his nose.

That absolute suppression from the depths of the soul, of a superior over an inferior, made it unable to even muster the courage to stand.

Chen You ignored the kneeling Aguda, walked to the edge of the pool, and looked at the immobile monsters in the water.

Zhang Shun and Ao Guang, who were closest to Chen You, were also affected.

Zhang Shun's originally knotted muscles visibly deflated a bit. He swallowed and moved two steps to the side.

"Brother, the murderous aura on you... is a bit heavy."

Ao Guang, who was in the water, gave a huge shudder and almost dropped his thermos.

"Oh my! Young man, what are you up to!" Ao Guang kicked his legs frantically while using his foundation as a mythological-grade heroic spirit to withstand the pressure.

"My gout is almost turning into hemiplegia from the scare! What kind of sinister aura is this!"

Chen You glanced at them.

The [Terror of Ghosts] title had absolute attribute suppression and mental deterrence against all undead-type monsters.

Although the Old Dragon King and Zhang Shun's current forms could be considered wandering souls or undead, one was mythological-grade and the other was legendary-grade.

Plus, Chen You, as the summoner, deliberately restrained his hostility toward his teammates, allowing them to barely move.

As for the Big Yellow Duck—

"Quack?"

The Big Yellow Duck tilted its head, its eyes still clear and stupid, and it even stretched out a wing to scratch its butt.

As a mythological-grade mutated Netherworld Guide Beast, Chen You's title had no effect on it.

"Stop talking nonsense and swim." Chen You stood on the shore with his arms crossed, putting on the cold face of a capitalist.

"These opponents have already forfeited. If you don't swim to first place, I'll dock your wages!"

Hearing the words "dock wages," the laid-off and re-employed Old Dragon King instantly became anxious.

"How can a young man dock wages! This old comrade will give it his all!"

Ao Guang stuffed a goji berry into his mouth and used both hands and feet.

A violent vortex suddenly rose on the water's surface, pushing him like a speedboat for a lap.

The originally slow backstroke was forced out of him with the momentum of breaking an Olympic record.

"Slap!"

Ao Guang slapped the pool wall, panting heavily: "Next leg! Hurry up!"

"Quack quack!"

The Big Yellow Duck leaped and splashed into the water with a "thud."

The so-called breaststroke became completely like walking on water for it.

Its two small orange webbed feet spun into afterimages underwater, and its round body was like a rubber boat with a motor, plowing a white wave path on the water surface.

A veritable "Turbo Duck."

When passing lane two, the Big Yellow Duck even curiously stretched its head to peck at the Water Monkey pretending to be dead on the surface, scaring the Water Monkey into sinking another two meters.

In just over ten seconds, the Big Yellow Duck completed the hundred-meter sprint and crashed into the shore.

"My turn!"

Zhang Shun roared and dove into the water.

The value of a legendary-grade water ghost completely exploded at this moment.

His butterfly stroke was extremely exaggerated, each swing of his arms bringing up two soaring water columns.

He even intentionally swam with great flair, maneuvering on the water surface, not forgetting to flex his biceps at the adjacent lanes.

"You bastards! Behold the heroic posture of me, the White Streak in the Waves!"

Zhang Shun went all out with sparks and lightning, laughing wildly as he slapped toward the finish line.

Finally, it was Chen You's fourth leg.

Chen You glanced at the swimming hall, which had fallen into complete silence, and sighed.

He walked to the diving platform and leaped forward.

No splash, no ripples.

Because the moment Chen You entered the water, the Weak Water filled with a cold aura actually seemed to encounter something extremely terrifying and automatically parted to both sides.

Chen You didn't even need to hold his breath in the water; as long as he walked forward, the current would automatically avoid him, forming a vacuum passage.

He completed the race slowly in a very eerie "stroll" posture.

"Bang!"

Chen You's hand touched the pool wall.

He jumped out of the pool and turned to look at Referee Aguda, who was dumbfounded on the shore.

"Referee, we won. Blow the whistle."

Aguda's entire skeleton was trembling.

He looked at the Water Monkey rolling its eyes at the bottom of the pool, then at Chen You.

"Toot—"

A shrill whistle echoed in the sports center.

"The 8th Huangquan Games, 4x100m Medley Relay, Lane One... wins!"

Aguda's voice was shaking.

Chen You unequipped the [Terror of Ghosts] title and switched back to [immortal path pioneer].

The terrifying pressure hanging over the entire Huangquan Sports Center instantly dissipated.

Aguda's bones made a "crackling" sound.

It propped its hands on the wet tiles and finally stood up with effort.

"Reward." Chen You walked up to Aguda and held out his hand, palm up.

Aguda swallowed non-existent saliva, his jawbone chattering wildly: "Lord... this, this must be done according to the rules."

Chen You raised an eyebrow: "What rules? You want to go back on your word?"

"I wouldn't dare! Not even if I had ten times the courage!" Aguda waved his hands repeatedly.

"The Huangquan Games have strict regulations. The award ceremony process must be completed before the system issues the prizes."

Chen You gave a cold, impatient snort.

"Hurry up."

Aguda immediately turned around and shouted at the empty spectator stands.

"etiquette team! Come out and clean the floor! No, come out for the award ceremony!"