The onsite speed measuring equipment, others were around 40 km/h, but that guy, the one named Miao something, actually ran at a terrifying speed of 130 km/h, faster than a cheetah's top speed.
This time, Miao Lun didn't hold back, he was serious, and the result was self-evident.
Lester was stunned, his eyes wide open, watching the figure suddenly overtake him.
That speed didn't feel like a person running, but a motorcycle speeding; no matter how hard he pushed himself to catch up, his features twisted in desperation, he couldn't even come close, and could only watch the gap widen.
It may seem long, but it was actually just a few seconds.
As he was about to cross the finish line, Miao Lun suddenly turned his head back, glanced at Lester, and smiled.
That set of white teeth, filled with mockery, almost made Lester explode with rage.
Swish!
Miao Lun crossed the finish line, unquestionably first.
