Starting with the Immortal Cultivation System, what can you use to fight me?

Su Yunfei's face instantly turned ashen. He hadn't expected Lin Han to bring up the previous bet at this critical moment. The laughter and chatter around him seemed to be amplified infinitely at this moment, making him feel ashamed.

"You...don't even think about it!" Su Yunfei glared at Lin Han, his voice trembling with anger. "That was just an angry remark, how can you take it seriously?"

"Angry words? Young Master Su, what you said is really interesting." Lin Han chuckled, his eyes full of teasing, "There are so many eyes watching us. You just said it with great confidence, and now you want to regret it? This is not what a real man does."

"I am not the master..."

Before the word "husband" came out of his mouth, Su Yunfei realized his slip of the tongue and swallowed the words back.

"Oh, this is so boring. I didn't expect Young Master Su to cheat!" Lin Han spread his hands helplessly, "Then I don't think it's necessary to do the next 34-meter long-distance race. If you can't afford to lose, don't try to show off. It's a waste of my time."

"You!" Su Yunfei was so angry that his teeth were itching. He took a deep breath and said, "Mr. Lin, how about I add another 34 million and let this matter be put to rest?"

Hearing this, Lin Han's lips curled up into a subtle smile of triumph, his eyes gleaming with a gleam of brilliance. "Fifty million? Young Master Su is indeed wealthy and powerful. All right... let's move to the runway and let's speak with strength."

"Hmph!" Su Yunfei waved his hand, signaling Tiger Lord and the others behind him to follow him. He strode towards the runway, secretly thinking about how to regain his position in the next event.

Lin Han followed him slowly, with a faint smile on his face, as if everything was under his control.

"Young Master Su, are you ready?" Lin Han stood in front of the starting line, his tone relaxed, but his eyes revealed a seriousness that should not be underestimated.

Su Yunfei sneered, "Mr. Lin! I'm always ready! By the way... let me tell you, I'm nicknamed the 'Little Prince of Long-Distance Running', so just wait for me to leave you far behind!"

"Hahaha...'The Little Prince of Long-Distance Running'? I'd really like to see him for myself." Lin Han chuckled, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

At the referee's whistle, the two raced off the starting line like arrows, instantly forgetting the clamor surrounding them. Sunlight streamed onto the track, illuminating the two figures as they struggled forward.

At first, Su Yunfei relied on his outstanding explosive power and long-term training to quickly take the lead, with a smug smile on his face, as if victory was within reach.

Lin Han seemed unhurried. He maintained a steady pace, breathing evenly, and staring firmly ahead, as if he was enjoying the competition.

As the competition progressed, physical strength began to become the key test for both sides.

Although Su Yunfei was still in the lead, his speed had obviously slowed down. Beads of sweat kept dripping down his forehead, and every breath was accompanied by heavy gasps.

Lin Han, on the other hand, remained calm and composed, his steps steady and powerful, his breathing steady, as if he had endless energy. In the sunlight, he seemed to be coated in a layer of golden light, appearing particularly dazzling.

"Boss! Come on~"

"Come on, Lin Han~"

Xu Ming, Yan Lili, Mu Siyu and others waved their arms on the sidelines and cheered loudly for Lin Han. Their voices penetrated the noise of the crowd and injected endless motivation into Lin Han.

"Master Yunfei, come on!"

"Fuck him, make him eat your exhaust the whole time!"

Su Yunfei's younger brothers were not to be outdone and shouted at the top of their lungs.

"Zhao... these past few days, I've been studying the profound meaning of the character 'Kun' with the ladies from Paradise, and my physical strength is indeed not as good as before." Su Yunfei cursed inwardly, but he didn't dare to slack off even a little.

He gritted his teeth, trying to use willpower to make up for his lack of physical strength, but his body's limits were like an invisible wall, making it difficult for him to overcome. Every time he tried to speed up, his legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead, and his breathing began to become rapid.

At this moment, Lin Han's figure quietly approached. He did not choose to suddenly accelerate and overtake, but instead maintained a steady pace at a speed almost parallel to Su Yunfei.

"'Little Prince of Long-Distance Running', you're already failing after only 34 meters? Your title seems a bit unworthy of you." Lin Han's voice was a bit teasing, floating gently past Su Yunfei's ears like a cool breeze, making Su Yunfei's already irritable mood even worse.

"Hmph! Mr. Lin, you know nothing about jiba. I'm just trying to conserve my energy! Long-distance running is about endurance, not speed. Do you think you're a leopard?" Su Yunfei retorted stubbornly, even though he had already admitted in his heart that he was running out of energy.

He knew very well that in a long-distance running event that tests endurance, maintaining rhythm is far more important than a momentary burst of energy, but at this moment, he was even more unwilling to show weakness in front of Lin Han.

As Lin Han ran, he looked at Su Yunfei with a half-smile and teased, "Young Master Su, ah, Young Master Su, I have to say, you have the toughest mouth of all, and I admire that."

Oh, by the way... I forgot to tell you, actually, I also have a title, do you want to know what it is? &34;

"What is it?" Su Yunfei asked angrily.

Lin Han smiled faintly and replied: "People gave me the nickname 'Leopard Head, Lin Chong'. How about it? Doesn't it sound more domineering than your 'Little Prince of Long-Distance Running'?"

"You're nicknamed 'Leopard Head, Lin Chong'? Haha... you really are good at flattering yourself!" Su Yunfei couldn't help but sneer. Even though he was already out of breath, he still didn't forget to mock Lin Han. "Do you think you're Lin Chong? I'm Leopard Head, unparalleled in bravery. You're just a little Kalomi at best. Why are you pretending to be so powerful?"

Lin Han, far from being angry, smiled even brighter upon hearing this. He shook his head slightly, a hint of mystery in his tone, "Oh? Really? Then let's see, in these last 3 kilometers, who's more powerful, you, the 'little prince of long-distance running,' or me, 'Leopard Head Lin Chong'?"

As soon as the voice fell, Lin Han sped up instantly, leaving Su Yunfei behind, and did not forget to leave a mocking remark: "Young Master Su, are you running slowly behind? I'll wait for you in the last 34 meters sprint position?"

Su Yunfei was stunned for a moment, then seethed with rage. He had never expected Lin Han to explode at such a moment. He stared wide-eyed, desperately trying to catch up, but his legs felt as heavy as lead. Every breath felt like it was tugging at his lungs, causing unbearable pain.

"Mr. Lin! You...you just wait!" Su Yunfei gritted his teeth and roared with all his might, but the only response he got was Lin Han's receding figure and the sound of the wind whistling past his ears.